The voice of Sloth carried its own unique brand of dark mana. Just hearing it seemed to drain the strength from Caron.0

"Owner, cut the connection immediately," Guillotine's urgent voice rang out.0

It was a trap. The Demon King of Sloth had to have anticipated this situation and planted his will in advance.0

But Caron didn't sever the link. No—more precisely, he couldn't.0

This might be too much for me alone, Caron thought.0

The ancient artifact known as the Ring of Betrayal allowed him to force his way into another's consciousness.0

However, that meant that as long as he used the artifact, his mind would remain connected to his target's.0

…It's going to take some time, Caron thought.0

"I never expected you to possess that ring. I had simply arranged this moment to have a little chat, but if luck is on my side, I might just be able to kill you here." The slick, serpentine voice of Sloth slithered into Caron's ears.0

It was completely different from the raw bloodlust of the Demon King of Slaughter. This voice was cunning like a snake and persistent like a hyena.0

Ssssshhhhh!0

The darkness before Caron parted, revealing a man.0

His skin was deathly pale, almost like a corpse. He had dark brown hair that cascaded down to his waist. And gleaming within that mane were a pair of yellow eyes, eerily reminiscent of a snake's. The man wore a seamless tunic that exposed his chest, and the garment, seemingly made of fine leather, shimmered faintly with a violet hue.0

"I couldn't just sit around waiting beyond the North Sea forever," the man said with...1