Date- 13 April 2321
Time- 9:52
Location- Southern Region, Southern Capital
Sacrificing the life force drawn from a total of 18 demigods, the sands in the hourss relic''s lower chamber had nearly reached its full capacity. Had the mohawk devil not expended a substantial amount of sand during the battle against the demigods, the lower section of the hourss relic would have beenpletely filled by now.
Had the mohawk devil aplished such a feat, its mastery of time rules would have seamlessly synchronized with the card world''s time rule, courtesy of the hourss relic''s magical influence. Consequently, the devil would have be independent of relying on the hourss relic''s sands to wield its time rule mastery within the card world. Freed from constraints, it could employ its time rule to its utmost desire and without limitations.
Regrettably, the mohawk devil fell just a few sands shy of attaining that state. The secondary time flow it had initiated was still in effect, causing the sands within its hourss relic to flow in reverse. Gradually, the sands from the lower section of the hourss were migrating to the upper section, hindering its progress towards the desired oue.
However, the devil did not choose to erase the secondary time flow. As its real prey was within its sights and it could no longer wait to get its hand on Wyatt''s soul.
The mohawk devil closed in on Wyatt, haunted by memories of the shame and humiliation inflicted upon it during their previous encounter. Its existence had turned into a torment ever since that defeat, leaving it feeling uneasy within its own being. The disgrace of sumbing to a mere mortal gnawed relentlessly at its soul. Thoughts of defeat consumed its mind, and the pursuit of vengeance became the sole driving force keeping it alive.
The mohawk devil had meticulously plotted its revenge, envisioning subjecting Wyatt''s soul to untold tortures from countless realms. Nevertheless, it had not anticipated such a swift opportunity to exact vengeance, as it had barely been a day since their initial encounter when it was summoned to the Card World under its alias, the Devil Merchant Ezra.
As the mohawk devil drew nearer to the trapped Wyatt within the original time flow, a sense of nearing culmination surged through its being. Its already hideous expression contorted further, and its crimson eyes glowed with eager anticipation for the long-awaited vengeance. The mere thought of subjecting Wyatt''s soul to all the untold tortures of myriad realms brought the devil almost to the brink of euphoria.<novelsnext>I think you should take a look at </novelsnext>
In a twist of fate, just as the mohawk devil believed victory was assured, Wyatt defied all expectations. He moved with a swiftness beyond that of a mere card master, surprising the devil with an unexpected punch. The impact was formidable, carrying the force of something far greater than a regr demigod''s strength yelling, "Boo, Bitch!"
The devil''s giant form was propelled backward, hurtling through the air for an astounding 200 to 300 meters before finallying to a halt. The battleground fell into an eerie silence. Unfortunately, all onlookers were either dead or trapped in the original time flow otherwise they would be left in awe of Wyatt''s unexpected might.
"How... how do you possess the ability to tap into the secondary time flow?" The mohawk devil inquired, its voice tinged with bewilderment. The shock it experienced transcended the realm of words, leaving the devil utterly confounded by Wyatt''s unforeseen prowess.
"Hello, Belphagor. It''s a pleasure to meet you as well," Wyatt replied with aposed tone. Simultaneously, he underwent a remarkable transformation, his stature expanding to an impressive 9 feet, now matching Belphagor''s height. Wyatt flexed his muscles deliberately, gauging the newfound strength surging within him.
"How is this possible? When west met, your strength was no more than that of a demon soldier. It hasn''t even been a day since then, how can you possess the strength of a demigod? What sorcery are you using?" Belphagor eximed, his disbelief evident in his voice. He couldn''t fathom how Wyatt, who exuded the aura of a card master, now showcased a might surpassing that of a typical demigod. His vast knowledge of myriad realms proved inadequate inprehending the abrupt surge in Wyatt''s power.
The time zones in the card world and the dark realm diverged significantly. The span of a single day in the dark realm equated to ten days in the Card World. When Wyatt initially summoned Belphagor on 5th April, only 8 days had psed since that event. From Belphagor''s perspective, it had scarcely been a day since he lost the wager to Wyatt. Thus, the shame of that defeat lingered in his mind as if it had transpired just today. Therefore, the magnitude of shock from witnessing Wyatt''s astounding growth in strength overwhelmed Belphegor. He struggled toprehend what was right before him, as it felt surreal and beyond the bounds of reality.
"Let''s set aside talk about me for now. When west met, you were no more significant than an earthworm, and now you''ve transformed into an overgrown pig. When will you reveal your true form, my friend?" Wyatt conveyed these words not to taunt or shame Belphagor, but to convey that he understood this current shape was not the devil''s genuine embodiment.
"...," Belphagor fell into a momentary silence, attentively listening to Wyatt''s words. The truth was undeniable: his current form was not his genuine self. But this fact remained a well-guarded secret, known only to a select few beings scattered across the myriad realms. Even within the devil merchant code, the vast majority of devils and demons believed his present embodiment to be his true nature. Hence, the devil found himself taken aback.
The fact that Wyatt had discerned his true name during their initial encounter left him astounded. Now, in their second meeting, Wyatt had immediately uncovered the veil of his incarnation. It led Belphagor to ponder just how much Wyatt knew about him and the extent of his knowledge.