The Hell Dungeon was meant for Sung Jin-Woo's training, a place filled with relentless monsters and powerful enemies.
At the very top of the dungeon, imprisoned for eternity, was the Monarch of White Flames—the King of Demons. Though weakened, he was still a terrifying entity, but in his current state, even Sung Jin-Woo could have defeated him.
Matt cracked his knuckles, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Now, let's go get him."
Without hesitation, he jumped into the dungeon, piercing through one layer after another, diving straight to the top at unimaginable speed.
Matt descended rapidly, piercing through one dungeon floor after another, bypassing the layers filled with powerful monsters and deadly traps.
Unlike Sung Jin-Woo, who had to train and fight his way up, Matt had no need for such trials. The dungeon's design meant nothing to someone who had already surpassed both Monarchs and Rulers alike.
Within moments, Matt reached the top floor—a massive obsidian throne room, filled with intense crimson flames that twisted unnaturally, illuminating the chamber in an eerie glow.
At the center of the room, bound in ancient black chains, sat a tall, imposing figure—a man wreathed in white fire, his very presence radiating hatred and destruction.
The Monarch of White Flames, Baran—the King of Demons.
Even in his weakened state, his burning red eyes snapped open, immediately locking onto Matt.
"You…" Baran's voice was deep, filled with venom as he gritted his teeth.
"You are not Sung Jin-Woo."
Matt grinned, stepping forward. "Observant. No wonder they locked you up."
Baran let out a low growl, his flames burning brighter, struggling against the chains that held him.
"The moment these seals break," he snarled, "I will burn this world to ash!"
Matt chuckled, raising his hand.
Golden energy surged, and with a mere flick of his fingers—
The chains shattered.
Baran froze, disbelief flashing across his demonic face.
"...What?"
Matt tilted his head. "There. You're free."
Baran's flames flared wildly, his power surging back into him. He slowly rose to his feet, his wings of fire spreading wide, shaking the very foundation of the dungeon.
"Fool," Baran sneered, "You've just sealed your own fate."
Matt smirked. "I don't think so."
Baran roared, lunging forward with burning claws, aiming to rip Matt apart—
But before his attack could land—
Matt vanished.
SLASH.
A golden blur streaked past Baran.
A deep gash appeared across his chest.
"Guh—?!" Baran stumbled back, gripping his wound. His flames flickered violently, as if struggling to stay lit.
Matt stood behind him, casually flicking his sword.
"That was disappointing," he said, shaking his head.
Baran's eyes widened in shock. "What… what did you do?"
Matt turned to face him, his golden aura flaring.
"I severed your flames from time itself."
Baran's body trembled, his power weakening rapidly.
"No… that's not… possible…" he whispered in disbelief.
Matt raised his hand again. "Time to fix that."
Black fog erupted from his palm, engulfing Baran completely.
The King of Demons let out a final, agonized scream as his power, his essence, his very existence was devoured—absorbed into Matt's ever-growing strength.
A system notification flashed before Matt's eyes.
[Host has absorbed the Monarch of White Flames.]
[Host has now absorbed the Authority of Demon King of White Sea.]
Matt exhaled, feeling the rush of absolute power coursing through him.
"That's more like it."
With Baran gone, the once-burning throne room dimmed, the white flames extinguished forever.
Matt turned, stepping through a golden portal, leaving the now empty dungeon behind.
His business here was done.
Time to return to Marvel
Sitting atop the highest building in the Divine World, Matt gazed down at the small, distant Earth, his golden eyes reflecting the light of countless stars.
Behind him, his four Monarchs stood, awaiting his command.
"Protect this world," Matt ordered.
The three male Monarchs—Tarnak, Silad, and Yogumunt—immediately kneeled, nodding in unwavering obedience.
However, Qursha, the Plague Monarch, stepped forward.
She looked at Matt with determination. "Take me with you, my lord."
Matt smirked. "Well, I was already planning on it."
Qursha blinked. "Eh?"
Matt grinned, stepping closer. "Of course. You're my hot bitch. My bitch. No way I'm leaving you behind."
Qursha's cheeks flushed, but she only nodded, accepting his words without hesitation.
Matt turned his gaze upward.
"System, send me back to Earth. And bring Qursha with me."
A magical circle formed beneath them, glowing with divine energy. Within moments, Matt and Qursha vanished from the Divine World.
The three remaining Monarchs—Tarnak, Silad, and Yogumunt—stood in silence, watching their lord depart.
For a moment, none of them spoke.
Then, Tarnak broke the silence.
"So… who's going to be the leader now?"
Before either Silad or Yogumunt could respond, a deep, eerie voice echoed from the shadows.
From the ranks of monsters serving Matt, a figure stepped forward—a being shrouded in dark mist, his skeletal form exuding an overwhelming aura of death.
It was the Death Demon.
He smiled wickedly, his crimson eyes glowing.
"That would be me… by the Absolute of Time's Order."
A sudden burst of mana erupted from the Death Demon, forcing the Monarchs back onto their feet from the sheer pressure of his presence.
"Don't worry, gentlemen," the Death Demon chuckled. "We're going to enjoy protecting the world our Lord left in our hands."
The Monarchs exchanged uneasy glances, somewhat perplexed at the sudden emergence of this powerful entity.
But one thing was clear—
A new ruler had been left behind to govern in Matt's absence.
***
Matt returned to his home, located deep within the underground city beneath New York. The dim lights and ancient architecture blended seamlessly with high-tech advancements, making it the perfect hidden sanctuary for someone of his status.
Qursha looked around, her emerald eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"So, this is my lord's place?" she asked, taking in the massive underground fortress.
Matt nodded, smirking. "Yeah. Welcome home."
Before she could say anything else, Matt suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. With a swift movement, he pushed her onto the bed.
"Eh?! M-Master?!" Qursha gasped, her face turning red.
Matt loomed over her, his golden eyes glowing in the dim light.
"Now's the time for you to properly serve your lord." His voice was deep, commanding.
Qursha fully surrendered, wrapping her arms around him, accepting him completely.
That night, their bodies intertwined, exploring every sensation, giving themselves to one another without restraint.
A long, passionate night unfolded, marking Qursha's true submission—not just as a subordinate, but as his woman.
***
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