Primordial Soul's Rebirth

"Hah!"

With a short exclamation, Maurice hurled his fist toward the unprepared Lokiath.

Lokiath was as weak as he was famous for; he hadn't been able to utilize his cheat for long, after all.

He had the memories of the late Lokiath, the real owner of this body, but even that guy was a nerd, only read theories about magic and stuff, and never knew how to implement them.

'System! I will die like this?!'

All he could do was scream inwardly, calling out to the system, only to get no response.

'Hey! System—!'

This time, however, before he could even complete his words, he felt a straight punch on his cheek, causing his world to spin around.

*Baam*

'Hmph!'

Maurice snorted inwardly as he saw Lokiath's body being launched back after receiving his punch.

*Thud*

"Arghh..."

Lokaith's body rotated twice before it fell to the ground, and the guy clutched his cheek as he groaned in pain.

'What the hell...

Aren't our stats equalized?'

The poor guy, who didn't know that difference in stat was not the only deciding factor during the fight, muttered in doubt and pain.

The ringing in Lokiath's head caused his vision to blur for a while, but just as his vision returned...

'What the fuck!'

*Baam*

All he saw was a fist and just like before, he was thrown back again.

*Crack*

"ARGHHH!"

This time, however, he was sure that it was either his neck or his cheekbone, but something did crack, and it was painful as hell.

'Fuck! System, if you are listening to my words, then remember that I'll never forget th—'

His thoughts were again cut short as...

*Baam*

Maurice threw a kick at Lokiath's stomach, causing him to slide through the floor of the ballroom.

"Urghh–Cough!"

Lokiath coughed out blood as he felt at least two or three of his ribs were cracked.

*Step**Step*...

But before he could ever recover from the pain, he heard a pair of rushing steps, causing his body to jerk before he raised his arms up in the air.

"THIS IS CHEATING!!"

As soon as his pained yet desperate yell was heard, the people in the hall raised a brow.

'Cheating? How so?'

They thought inwardly.

No one could see any cheating.

But the next instant...

*Snap*

A snap echoed throughout the hall, causing everyone to pause, their eyes turning toward the demon lord—the one who snapped his fingers.

"Are you saying that I'm not a good judge?"

Alex directly questioned Lokiath, a frosty expression marring his face.

*Shiver*

Lokiath, for the first time, really felt fearful of Alex, even more so when his source of confidence, his golden finger, the lust-binding system, went off all of a sudden.

"I-I didn't mean that way, my lord."

His voice and his confidence broke, as he uttered those words between his pained groans.

"Oh? Then what did you mean?"

Alex leaned a bit forward, his eyes squinting as he started right into the waste protagonist's eyes.

*Grit*

Lokiath, although grounded his teeth as he saw Luna's waist being pulled closer to Alex, still replied.

"I wasn't prepared for that attack, my lord; I didn't even get a chance to fight—!"

"Ah, so you wish to complain about not getting a chance to fight, even though it was your own fault for being unprepared.

And now, you lament that missed opportunity, while your opponent, whose strength has been reduced to the meager level of yours, showed not a hint of dissatisfaction. I see I misjudged you, young Fyzenar."

Alex shook his head in disappointment before he snapped his finger again, breaking Maurice, who was paused in time, free.

*Snap*

"..."

Maurice, who was paused in his track because of Alex's temporal pause, was able to move again, but this time he didn't move himself.

"Sigh..."

Maurice sighed with a contemptuous expression.

"You know, for a while, I was jealous of the fact that our lord was speaking well about you, but look at you now; you couldn't even stay up like a man, and now you've caused our lord a great deal of disappointment."

*Step**Step*...

Maurice's words were like a sharp knife, attacking Lokiath's reputation—whatever he had—from every side, his steps inching closer to the guy who was still on the ground, trying to deal with the pain he felt.

"For that, maybe our Lord, who is generous, would forgive you, but I cannot do it.

I cannot bear the sight of a guy like you."

Maurice reached close to Lokiath before he extended his arm and grabbed the guy's collar.

*Woosh*

But Lokiath, as if waiting for this right moment, threw a straight punch right at Maurice's face.

*Grab*

That, however, was blocked by Mourice's other palm.

"What!"

Lokiath exclaimed in shock as he found his attempt to attack Lokiath failing, but before he could flail his other hand at Maurice...

*Crack**Snap*

"ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!"

With the sharp sound of something cracking, Lokaith's eyes widened in agony as he let out a painful roar.

As said before, he was only good at one fight, and that was on the bed, he could deal with one opponent, two opponents, three opponents, male opponents, gender-confused opponents, or any other type of opponent.

But when it came to the real thing, he was zero, and so was his pain tolerance—zero.

"MY FINGERS!!"

He screamed in pain, his body trying to jerk away from Maurice, only to fail, but that was not all.

"Let go, mf—!"

*Boom*

"—Akk–cough!"

A strong and hard punch came right at his stomach, causing the air in his lungs to get pushed out and his back to get hunched.

His eyes were wide as he stared at the group with a miserable expression, blood leaking out of his mouth and nose.

"Look into my eyes."

*Phak*

But before he could even get his thoughts straight, much less take a breath, a crisp sound of slap echoed through the hall as Maurice's fingerprints got printed on Lokiath's cheek.

Tears started to pool in Lokiath's eyes as he felt the eyes of the other demons in the surroundings; the mocking glint in their eyes was like spears poking holes in his body.

He used to be a playboy, but he had pride as well; now, however, it was getting shattered.

"Please, stop–!"

Rosaline, who hadn't uttered a word till now, finally couldn't take it.

But before she could even get close to the boys...

*Woosh*

A dark red colored mass of energy penetrated her head, and the light in her eyes vanished before she started to crumble.

*Thud*

Her broken and cracked body fell to the ground before it turned into dust, gone forever.

"No one is supposed to interfere until I tell them to."

Alex's words reached the ear of every single demon in the hall, causing them to finally break out of their shock and shiver at the possibility of them being the ones trying to stop the fight.

Elenia, her mother, and her father, who had been holding themselves back with all they had, couldn't stop their eyes from trembling in horror.

The one who was most shaken, however, was Eloriana Fyzenar, the first queen of the Fyzenar kingdom. To her, Rosaline was more like a sister than the other mistress of her husband, and watching her sister die in front of her eyes was not a pleasant experience.

*Drip*

A lone drop of tears slipped down her rosy cheeks, falling to the ground, and her husband, who was standing right next to her, patted her back, trying to console her.

None of them wanted to blame Alex for this, though; they couldn't afford to do that right now.

*Slap*

But Maurice, who was unbothered by the death of Rosaline, just delivered another slap on Lokiath's cheek.

The poor protagonist, however, has his eyes blankly staring at the spot where Rosaline had just vanished from.

He didn't know why—even though he didn't give a shit about her before—he felt like he had lost something very important to himself.

The slap stung a lot, but his heart ached a lot more for reasons unknown to even him.

Unknowingly, tears and snot started flowing down his eyes and nose.

Lokiath was crying—crying at his situation. His tears ran down his cheeks, flowing down to Muarice's palm, along with his snot, and the cron prince of Noxviel, of course, saw it.

"Pathetic."

Maurice scrunched up his nose in disgust before he threw the guy to the ground like a bad of waste.

"Crying like a girl when you find yourself losing."

He jerked his hand, wiping the liquid off his hand before he lifted his feet and pressed Lokiath's head with it.

"That is your rightful place, below my shoes; remember that."

He titled his body forward and looked down at Lokiath with arrogance, satisfied with all he had done.

His head then turned to look at Alex, hoping to see an appreciating look, but he grew confused as he saw an uninterested look on his face.

'It was good, but not that fun, you know...'

Luna, who saw everything go down, leaned back on Alex's chest with a bored expression as she sent her thoughts straight into his head.

"Right? I was thinking the same."

Alex agreed with her words with a disappointed look before a grin made its way to his lips—a toothy grin, one that Maurice didn't actually feel good about.

"Let me show you something really entertaining, then."

Alex's words, along with the nasty grin on his face, told Luna all she would want to know, and the next second, she sat up straight, looking at Maurice, who, for some reason, stopped moving.