Chapter 190: Taming The Juggernaut (1) (1/2)

And yet, not even for a single second did he believe his own theory. There was no way the gang would be that dumb, there must have been some underlying catch to everything that was going on yet he was still unsure. The only thing he was certain of was that they somehow planned to use Abby to lure him into another trap, or trading his own freedom for hers.

Moby once again closed his eyes and took a deep breath to clear his mind and calm himself down, taking in the fresh scent of the forest that was surprisingly pleasant since HikariYami had barely drawn any blood during her fight.

He gripped his right hand tightly, clear resolve in his heart, moving his gaze back towards his fallen comrades with deep yet mellow slits in his eyes, promising himself once more to both save Abby and make the entire gang pay for their actions.

He needed to organize his own gang of demons and plan accordingly. He did not care what it took, he was more than willing to make as many sacrifices as necessary in order to reach the most favourable outcome.

But to do that, he needed information now more than ever, and he knew just the way to do it…

[ System Alert! ]

[ You Have Created a Demon Juggernaut! ]

[ A New Demon Has Joined Your Household (House of The Blissful Demon) ]

”Perfect timing…” Moby mumbled in a low voice, a calm yet devilish smile on his face with a glint of satisfaction in his wide glowing eyes.

First a demon Harpie then a demon Juggernaut, they were both terms he was not at all familiar with and needed to know more about and understand. Yet, now was definitely not the time for that, promising himself to ask Avilia at a later time, along with the many questions he had been saving for her all day.

And, as though he had heard his name being called, the Harpie had come once again squealing in his ears.

'My lord, just reporting in, he just woke up and started to move, nothing else remarkable of note,' a deep, shaky yet firm voice sounded in his head, clear fear in his tone.

Ever since Moby's last display of power, Jason seemingly accepted his fate and chose the most logical choice in his situation, become a slave. Unless he enjoyed torturing himself in the most brutal and extreme of ways just to stay loyal to a gang that would now no doubt view him as a traitor, it was the only correct answer.

Yet, he was still unsure of his loyalty, if he was trying to get revenge. His emotion-sensing did not serve him much help, only showing that he was exhibiting immense fear which would have been obvious to anyone with 2 pairs of working eyes.