THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 786 The Crack in Creation (1)

"I am asking you… Agaroth."

The room's atmosphere shifted dramatically in an instant.

An oppressive weight filled the air, making it hard to breathe.

From out of nowhere, Agaroth took over Ada's body.

This marked the second occasion the Demon King had hijacked Frey's sister's form ..

and the third time these two had confronted each other in this way.

Agaroth swiftly gained complete command of Ada and grinned at Frey, locking eyes with him for several moments through those blood-red crimson gaze.

"I have plenty I want to express," Agaroth declared with cheer, bringing Ada's hands together in a clap.

"But to start…"

"Let me commend you and your remarkable advancement. You merit recognition."

Just from one look, the Demon King discerned that Frey Starlight now possessed strength on par with the Ten Supreme Demons or the Dukes of Hell.

Such progress had occurred in an incredibly brief period, confirming yet again that Frey's aptitude was far from average.

The Demon King himself admitted that Frey's accomplishments warranted genuine respect.

This was their third meeting like this .. yet it was the initial instance where Frey met him without any dread or uncertainty.

Usually, Agaroth's mere aura sufficed to make Frey shake until he almost passed out.

But things stood differently now.

Frey remained calm, and he had already sensed that Agaroth was possessing Ada ..

detecting it via the Void Eyes.

With those eyes, Frey viewed the complete reality of Agaroth's peculiar power.

Frey raised his eyes to the area over Ada's head.

There, an entity emerged .. something undetectable in ordinary situations.

An odd being, akin to a shadowy ghost, its traits concealed under grimy black locks.

That ghost stretched out eerie strands, similar to puppet strings.

They enveloped Ada entirely, restraining her flesh and spirit alike.

Agaroth's possession skill only affected entities below SSS rank, so it wasn't perfectly unbreakable .. yet it delved into the realm of life and death.

That realm had always been among Agaroth's weaker areas, but he had attained this degree even while lagging behind Nameless and Maskith in that principle.

Agaroth kept applauding for some time, truly delighted by Frey's development, which only hardened Frey's face more with every tick of the clock.

"Quit the games and reveal why you've appeared, Demon King," Frey stated, as his Void Eyes began to shine.

At his present power, he felt confident he could easily break Agaroth's hold if he decided to.

The method Agaroth employed now wasn't overly intricate.

However, Frey held back.

He desired to converse with the Demon King—and at last, the opportunity had arrived.

Agaroth remained undisturbed by the menace in Frey's voice, though he ceased the clapping.

"Naturally… I have a purpose for showing up today. But before that…"

Agaroth uttered via Ada's form while scanning the area around.

A modest cabin.

A warm family vibe.

The Demon King easily grasped what had transpired in this space.

"I think you posed a vital query to me," Agaroth remarked with a broad grin—though hearing those phrases from Ada's mouth felt profoundly disturbing.

"What does power serve, and what is its intent… A profound inquiry. It might appear intricate initially. Folks like yourself often search for purpose in your might—shielding the vulnerable, upholding your personal justice. That's probably your view."

Frey stayed silent.

The Demon King spoke truth.

In the past, power was what Frey chased to safeguard his loved ones .. those closest to his heart.

At the very least, that held for his former self.

Frey's real aims nowadays were much more ambiguous.

Agaroth had spotted this shift already. His sight pierced too deeply.

Frey's evolution had always amused him.

His hardships, his fights, his pain—

all formed a sorrowful drama that the confined Demon King of Helmond had relished observing.

Agaroth understood Frey deeply, so he knew Frey would never fully embrace his view on power.

Still, he shared it.

"The real essence of power isn't intricate.

It lacks depth.

It isn't lofty or majestic.

It's much more straightforward."

"Power isn't for employing on behalf of others," Agaroth explained, pointing to his own form.

"Power serves only your own desires .. and nothing more."

Frey's eyes briefly expanded.

True shock eluded him.

This matched precisely the response one anticipated from the Demon King.

"Existence is straightforward.

Encountering a formidable foe, I battle him.

If irritation strikes from someone, I eliminate him.

Craving something, I seize it—no matter the obstacles."

"My strength enables me to achieve all my wants. That's the route I've followed throughout my existence .. the journey that brought me to my current state."

Brutally direct.

The instinct of a predator consuming all.

He acted on whims, heedless of others.

Each stride he took was solely for his benefit.

That's why Agaroth held such might .. and possessed nothing to forfeit.

That route bestowed vast strength, elevating him to the world's apex…

yet it also isolated him utterly.

No equals.

No companions.

After endless years of indulgence, emptiness crept in—

since none could approach his height any longer.

Not within this physical realm.

Frey gleaned all this solely from Agaroth's statements.

And that insight guided him to another truth.

"That self-centered existence…" Frey remarked evenly, uninterested in pursuing the debate further.

"It fits you perfectly."

"Why have you come, Demon King? Just speak your piece .. talking to you yields me zilch."

Agaroth responded with a smile.

"You grasp my desire already, right? You're no fool," the Demon King noted, tilting Ada's frame a bit ahead.

"You visited that location…"

Frey's brow furrowed at those words.

"What do you mean?"

"The Aether World," Agaroth revealed—causing Frey to tense up.

"How achieved you that? How escaped you the physical realm to access that sphere?" Agaroth inquired steadily… but an alteration stirred in him this round.

The red eyes deepened in shade bit by bit.

An eerie craving emerged in the Demon King .. like he would extract the secret at any price.

Witnessing that, a chilling grin spread across Frey's features.

"Drop dead, you cursed fiend. I'm not sharing."

Frey flipped his middle finger toward Agaroth, who fixed him with a stare via Ada's body.

The stare endured just a moment before Agaroth's typical smile resurfaced.

"I don't require your words," he stated.

"I will wrench the truth from you by compulsion."

Right then, the Demon King attacked.

Frey jumped back, calling forth his blade as his Void Eyes blazed in alert.

Out of void, numerous crimson energy surges burst forth.

Frey attempted to deflect them .. but they weren't corporeal assaults.

They targeted his essence as spirit assaults.

Following their source, Frey noted they emanated from the Demon King's altered left eye.

"That… isn't the King Eye," Frey observed, grasping that Agaroth wielded another eye technique.

That eye probably allowed intrusion into Frey's thoughts .. the odd energy had already overwhelmed his whole form.

Realizing Agaroth's intent, Frey's frame burst into purple Soulfire, wielding the Law of Life and Death.

"Don't you dare look down on me, you scum."

Instantly, the blaze cleansed Frey's flesh and spirit utterly of Agaroth's taint.

Then he charged ahead, smashing the peculiar ghost floating over Ada's form.

In one strike, Frey obliterated it entirely.

The binding strands broke and dispersed.

Even with Frey's rapid counter, he spied Agaroth smirking in the last instant .. right before Ada reemerged.

That sight alone confirmed it.

Agaroth had accomplished something.

He had probably secured his goal.

Gradually, the Demon King's aura faded away.

Silence enveloped the cabin as Ada collapsed into her seat, out cold.

Moments afterward, her eyelids parted.

She scanned her surroundings, then eyed Frey positioned in front of her with sword in hand.

"Frey… what are you doing?" Ada questioned with pure innocence.