Abyss Demon of All Realms (TL)

Due to the unique nature of this world's spellcasting profession—the Wizards—every Wizard Apprentice was required not only to study arcane knowledge but also to undergo Knight Training.

It was said that every official Wizard could strangle the strongest Grand Knight with one hand. Moreover, many of the experiments conducted by Wizards were extremely dangerous, and a frail body simply couldn't withstand such rigors. Under these circumstances, they naturally placed exceptional emphasis on physical strength, ensuring that bodily fragility was never a weakness among Wizards.

At this moment, faced with Saya offering such a precious Knight Training Method, Charles was deeply moved. He knew that another obstacle on his path to becoming an official Wizard had been cleared.

This was an immense favor!

In his heart, he felt the profound sentiment of a warrior willing to die for one who truly understood him.

Deep within the Forbidden Forest, amidst a sea of flowers,

Olthagia shifted his attention back from his Avatar to his true form. "We have a guest."

Because he was tasked with guarding this place, all his manifestations in the outside world were merely projected Avatars. However, since their senses were shared, he still ate, drank, and lived quite comfortably, without feeling like he was imprisoned.

His gaze swept forward, and within his line of sight, a four-armed creature lay crouched in the flower field not far away.

Standing over two meters tall, its body was covered in metallic scales, its head somewhat resembling that of a lizard, and it wore something akin to goggles.

At first glance, Olthagia deduced that those scales not only granted it camouflage abilities but also greatly resisted barrier scans and Demonic Power detection.

But none of that mattered to Olthagia. The moment it touched the Doom Blossoms—even if it merely brushed against their scent—it could no longer hide from him.

Moreover, his eyes were no ordinary organs of sight.

Under the enhancement of his innate ability, [Eye of Insight - Void Piercer], if he so wished, he could stand on the ground and count the number of insects burrowing tens of thousands of meters deep within the earth's veins. Conventional illusions and disguises were utterly meaningless before him.

Faced with Olthagia's gaze, the creature seemed to realize its cover had been blown.

It shed its camouflage, rising from its crouched position and fixing Olthagia with a vicious glare.

To others, such a gaze might have been unsettling, but who was Olthagia? He had fought his way up from the tutorial zone, and the lives he had claimed by now numbered at least in the seven digits. A mere hint of killing intent like this was nothing more than a drizzle to him.

Yawning lazily, he spoke in an unhurried, carefree tone, "I'm in a good mood today. If you want to leave, I'll let you go."

This was already an uncharacteristic act of mercy on his part. Normally, he would have attacked without hesitation—after all, one less enemy was always better.

But his sudden benevolence was met with little gratitude.

[Special lifeform detected. Abandoning stealth protocol. Initiating probing attack.]

A covert signal, transmitted in a manner even Olthagia failed to detect, was sent out.

An invisible, eerie ripple erupted from the creature, surging toward Olthagia with lethal intent.

Meanwhile, its own figure vanished from its original position, transforming into scattered particles through some unknown means and reappearing behind Olthagia, instantly reassembling itself.

An arm with razor-sharp nails thrust forward with full force, utterly without hesitation.

From start to finish, not a single sound was made.

The strike was swift, precise, and ruthless.

Even the airflow couldn't influence the target—its movements didn't disturb the air in the slightest, as if it were intangible and formless, as if nothing existed there at all.

After the strike was unleashed.

Faced with this attack, even if it were a wall of alloy, the Lizardman was confident it could pierce clean through.

And the result was no surprise—the target was struck before it could react.

But the damage inflicted was far below its expectations.

Only a trickle of blood seeped from the chest area.

Realizing something was amiss, the target immediately and decisively took several steps back, putting distance between them to prepare for the impending counterattack.

Olthagia's reaction, however, defied its expectations. There was no trace of panic or fury at having been ambushed.

Instead, he dipped a finger into the blood flowing from the wound on his chest.

Licking his finger, Olthagia couldn't help but smile. "I thought you were just a little mouse, but it turns out you're a wolf that can bite. You must have some ability to suppress your energy fluctuations—otherwise, you shouldn't have been able to evade my notice. Still, I was careless. Even if your method of movement was unfamiliar, you shouldn't have been able to wound me so easily..."

At the moment he was struck, he had used a force-dispersing technique to transfer the impact to the surrounding objects, so his body bore only a fraction of the force.

Under such circumstances, he shouldn't have been injured at all. But the opponent's nails seemed to contain something unusual—not only were they unnaturally sharp, but they also carried an ability to inhibit regeneration, making even that insignificant wound slow to heal.

The red in his eyes grew increasingly vivid as he murmured to his opponent, "You've got me a little excited now."

Amidst a strong scent of blood and sulfur, a Scarlet-hot wind surged from within him. Olthagia's human form instantly faded away, replaced by his true form—a towering figure over four meters tall.

As he transformed, the surrounding sea of flowers began to undulate like waves. The stems and petals stretched endlessly upward and downward, enclosing the entire area in a separate space.

"Not going to make a move?" He flicked his tail, grinning at his wary target. "Then I'll go first."

Toxic, highly corrosive red flames erupted from him as the center, the temperature instantly soaring to tens of thousands of degrees, incinerating everything nearby—including the air—except for the Doom Blossoms.

At dozens of times the speed of sound, his claws, like the sharpest scimitars, slashed toward his opponent, trailing searing heatwaves and venomous flames.

Meanwhile, the space around them, under Olthagia's control, solidified like the hardest amber, freezing his target in place and halting its attempted evasion.

Yet after landing the strike, Olthagia frowned.

Because he clearly felt that his attack passed right through the opponent's body without causing much damage.

Watching the Lizardman, who was moving with difficulty but still showed no significant injuries, he quickly made a judgment: 'Not a spatial ability—otherwise, he wouldn't have been frozen by spatial stasis. Besides, this space has already become my domain, and I haven't sensed any spatial fluctuations…'

Useless attacks were meaningless.

So he didn't stop the opponent from trying to break free from his spatial restraints. Instead, he observed the creature's physical form.

"No trace of the Wizarding World's aura, but rather an unfamiliar scent of world coordinates. Must be a creature from another world. And those scales along with that eyepiece-like thing give off a technological civilization vibe. Seems I can't measure his abilities purely by supernatural standards..."