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"Shit! How dare you tease me like that?" The cloaked man shouted, his eyes blazing with hatred from beneath his hood.

But suddenly, the stinging pain from his severed left hand and the gaping wound in his stomach returned, causing his face to twist in agony.

"Damn it... I didn't want to resort to this so soon, but you really forced my hand!" he growled through gritted teeth.

With a swift motion, he opened his palm, and a black pill appeared from nowhere.

He stared at the pill, hesitation flickering across his face as his brows furrowed in indecision. But soon, his expression turned fierce, and without further hesitation, he swallowed the pill.

*Boom!*

A terrifying black aura erupted from his body, unleashing a shockwave that flattened everything in its path.

A massive sandstorm formed like a hurricane, creating an incredibly terrifying and chaotic scene.

Stunned by the unexpected scene, Leon quickly stepped back, but the sandstorm's reach was vast, and he was thrown back several meters.

"Damn!" Leon cursed under his breath, immediately calling upon the chaos power within him.

*Whoosh!*

The chaos power quickly gathered around Leon, helping him regain his balance.

He floated in the air, eyes fixed on the sandstorm tens of meters away, a serious glint in his gaze.

"What's going on? Why is his power surging with such terrifying force?" Leon wondered, his caution intensifying.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He had seen the cloaked man open his palm and take a strange black pill—likely the source of this dramatic shift.

"What exactly is that pill? How can it boost his power to this level?" Leon muttered, curiosity rising within him.

From the cloaked man's surge of power, Leon sensed a massive increase in strength and felt an unnerving, tense aura—an unusual threat that made his instincts scream.

As Leon pondered, the sandstorm began to subside, slowly revealing the cloaked figure standing behind it.

But the man's appearance had drastically changed. The cloak that once covered him had vanished, exposing a grotesque form adorned with writhing tentacles across his body.

His eyes were pitch black, and his hair cascaded down his back in dark waves. His mouth was wide open, lipless, revealing jagged teeth that protruded, sending a wave of terror to anyone who dared to look at him.

Suffice to say, his appearance no longer resembled any creature from this world, but a bloodthirsty monster bent on destruction.

He lifted his head and glared at Leon with intense hatred burning in his black eyes.

"The Fated One! Because of you, I was forced to use the transformation pill. Now, you will die!" he roared, his voice so thunderous that it created a devastating supersonic shockwave.

Leon's expression turned serious as he took in the cloaked man's appearance. From his aura alone, he could tell this was the strongest enemy he had ever faced—likely even more powerful than Valen and Luna.

Just then, a chill ran down Leon's spine. His eyes widened in alarm, and in an instant, he twisted his body to the right, swinging his sword in a swift horizontal arc.

*Boom!*

The clash of their attacks sent a shockwave through the air, and Leon saw the man, whose right hand had transformed into a sword, grinning maliciously at him.

"Die!" the man shouted, his voice filled with excitement, as he drove his left fist toward Leon's face.

"Not good!" Leon exclaimed, startled, and swiftly rotated his body by eighty degrees to dodge.

But just as if he had anticipated the move, the man abruptly altered the direction of his attack, landing a powerful punch to Leon's stomach.

*Boom!*

A massive explosion rang out as Leon was sent flying, his body crashing into the sand below.

"Uhuk! Uhuk!" Leon coughed, the searing pain in his stomach overwhelming him.

He hadn't expected the man's attack to change course so suddenly, landing a successful blow.

"I'm really careless..." Leon muttered under his breath, taking a deep breath to quell the pain.

He attempted to rise, but a sharp sense of danger surged from the front. Instinctively, he jumped back.

*Boom!*

A shadow descended from above at blinding speed, obliterating the spot he had just occupied.

Had he not retreated in time, the shadow—none other than the man—would have crushed him.

"Hahaha! The Fated One, this time you won't escape my grasp," the man declared with a triumphant laugh. "After swallowing the transformation pill, my strength has multiplied a hundredfold. I feel invincible. Today is your day to die!"

He clenched his left fist, and grotesque muscles, twisted with writhing tentacles, bulged on his biceps and triceps.

Leon remained silent, not reacting to the man's arrogance. He simply raised the sword in his right hand, his expression calm and indifferent.

"Before we continue, could you answer a question?" Leon inquired suddenly, catching the man off guard.

The man studied Leon for a moment, as though weighing whether to indulge him. After a brief pause, a playful smile crept onto his lips, and he nodded.

"Since you're going to die by my hand today, I'll grant your request. Ask what you will," he said casually, though his tone dripped with arrogance.

Leon paused for a moment, then spoke, his voice steady. "Who are you, and what is the Temple of Twilight behind you? How do you know my identity as the Fated One, and why do you want to kill me? I don't recall us having any personal grudge."

Ever since the man's sudden attack on the Demon army's encampment, Leon had been completely in the dark about his motives.

If his goal—and that of the Temple of Twilight behind him—was to kill him, what could they possibly gain from it?

Leon truly couldn't understand, and he was desperate for an answer. Understanding this would allow him to better prepare if he ever faced someone from the Temple of Twilight, like this man, in the future.

In response to Leon's question, the man chuckled softly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I promised I'd answer, so here it is," the man said casually before his tone grew colder. "As I mentioned, I'm from the Temple of Twilight, led by seven apostles. Coincidentally, I am the seventh apostle, codenamed 'Soul Eater.'"

He spoke with an air of pride and arrogance, emphasizing his status with fervor.

"We, the Temple of Twilight, revere and worship a single deity—the Evil God," he continued, his voice laced with fanaticism.

At those words, Leon's eyes widened in disbelief, his body freezing in place.

"Worship the Evil God? Damn it! How am I just now discovering that the Evil God has worshippers?" Leon blinked in shock.

The Evil God, a symbol of darkness and malice, was said to have descended from the heavens, according to Miranda's story. His arrival had brought ruin to the world and was the catalyst for the devastating war led by the First Demon Emperor, Amon Crimson, and the Hero of Mankind, Luminus Troya.

That event occurred over 7,000 years ago, and it was thought to be lost to history, with no records remaining.

So how could the man before him, claiming to be the seventh apostle of the Temple of Twilight, know of the Evil God and even worship him?

Leon's brow furrowed as a sense of unease settled over him—everything around him seemed to be spiraling out of control.

"In one of the ancient texts left by the founder of the Temple of Twilight, it's said that the Evil God is a true and real deity. He will rise in the future to lead all beings onto the path of peace," the man said, his face twisted with crazy devotion and fanaticism.

Suddenly, his expression darkened, and he pointed at Leon. "However, according to the seers of the Temple of Twilight, his rise will face many obstacles. One of those obstacles is you, the Fated One. Your existence will be the greatest threat to our god's resurrection. That's why we must eliminate you before the time comes for him to rise."

Hatred and murderous intent radiated from the man's gaze as he locked eyes with Leon.

If looks could kill, Leon would have perished a thousand times over.

Leon, listening to the man's words, fell silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond. The Evil God was not just his enemy, but the enemy of the entire world.

However, the ancient records in the Temple of Twilight seemed to have been deliberately crafted by someone long ago to mislead many people.

"This is truly unexpected..." Leon muttered under his breath, his expression growing more serious.

He hadn't anticipated such a turn of events. Initially, he believed his enemy would be nothing more than an evil god, but the truth was far more complicated.

Now, he understood the purpose behind the actions of Demon Emperor Amon Crimson and Hero of Mankind Luminus Troya, who had prepared a token to suppress the hidden races.

"It seems there's a traitor who's allied with the Evil God, planning to confront me in the future," Leon murmured, his hands clenching into fists.

As for the traitor's identity, Leon had no idea or clue. After all, the ancient records the man referred to must have originated from 7,000 years ago.

"Alright, I've told you everything. Now, die!" The man's thunderous voice pulled Leon from his thoughts.

In an instant, the man appeared just a meter in front of him, thrusting his left fist directly into Leon's chest.

Caught off guard, Leon quickly crossed his arms to block the blow.

*Boom!*

The force of the punch sent Leon flying hundreds of meters.

As if unsatisfied, the man immediately charged toward him, extending his right hand.

*Whoosh!*

Repulsive black tentacles shot from his hand, racing toward Leon with terrifying speed.

"Damn it!" Leon cursed, quickly twisting his body midair to avoid the attack.

He swiftly harnessed the power of chaos within him, swinging his sword with precision, slicing through the grotesque black tentacles.

Just as Leon prepared to counterattack, he suddenly realized the man had vanished from his sight. Before he could react, a sharp, agonizing pain erupted in his stomach.

Looking down, Leon saw five black, jagged swords violently embedded in his stomach.

Fresh blood soaked the blades, and Leon's eyes widened in disbelief.

"This... how is this possible?"