Chapter 60 - This Is Life (1/2)
[Mechanics revision #1911: The Introduction of Devil Magic and power scaling for the aforementioned magic. Devil Magic corresponds to different 'elements' and are graded in tiers. Warrior tier, expert tier, master tier, grandmaster tier, Lord tier, ascended tier, and legend tier.
Please not that there are no individuals that have reached ascended tier or legend tier in the Demon World, such individuals are located in Hell.]
[Mechanics revision #1918: After a devil reaches rank 8, scaling of power heavily relies on tier of Devil Magic. Devil Magic after reaching rank 8 of visionary will take over as the primary scaling method. It is recommended for the user to practice Devil Magic early, so that they may have easier breakthroughs after ascending to rank 8.]
Simon heard these words buzz in his mind as he remembered the information from the revisions. Although the number of the revision made him feel rather annoyed of his own incompetence as an author back then, he still appreciated the amount of improvements that the system had introduced. Things like these would eventually end up as material for his new project.
'Oh, I remember now.' Simon inwardly spoke as he remembered the ticked off guard blocking his path.
'Hmmm... this guard has probably spent his entire life fighting and killing, it's probably not a good idea for a f***ing 16 year old to fight him. However, I am not in a great mood, so why not?'
Simon stretched his right arm to the side, opening his hand as he wiggles his fingers slowly. As though calling for a little pet, his fingers attracted streams of red smokey energy, quickly gathering it all into a dense dagger-like shape. In the very centre of it all was a black tinge, as if it was an eye staring directly into your soul. Grabbing onto the 'dagger', Simon twirled it around with his fingers and elegantly manoeuvred it like he was dancing.
Although appearing strong and mighty, the guard did seem to break a sweat, but quickly suppressed it with his superior bodily control. Within armour of black plate, was a buff guard of 70 years of age. He had been in the service of his mistress for five decades, holding unrequited affection for her. With his status as Vice-captain of the guard, he knew that few could outfight him, especially a mere young noble. But of course, this young noble had a peculiar set of purple horns, something that one does not usually see on a mere teenager.
”Guard, you are sure you want to attack your master?” Simon mocked as his expression turned sour with tiredness. Reaching his left arm behind him, Simon stealthily summoned forth four more daggers, which he levitated behind him.
”My master wouldn't be a mere brat like you! You haven't even come of age and you expect me to refer to you as master? Are you playing a sick joke on me? I am Diovol Noxxim, Vice-captain of the guard! You are but a common devil, not even of a Diva house probably! If I do not kill you here, how can I face the Mistress?” He shouted as he ran towards Simon with his sword.
”Did I miss something? When did I say you can refer to me as anything other than my title, Knight? Have you forgotten whom you are speaking too? I am Honourable, to you, knight. I will have you strung up on a spike if you keep on running your mouth off like that.” Simon coldly replied as his expression suddenly turned from sourness to a cold expression that could freeze hearts. With a single step, the noise of shaking metalware could be heard from all over the room, echoing as metal rang and clashed in all directions. The peculiar thing is that the battle hadn't even started yet.
'I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel like killing something right now. I am honourable though, so I will kill only during this fight. I won't just murder on a whim. I will kill this man because he is attacking an innocent minor. It seems everyone wants to f**k with minors.'
SHAAA