Use the power of the Demon King to destroy those reincarnated in another world

What was your childhood dream?

I don't know when I forgot when I grew up.

But that's life.

Only ignorant children can have fantasies. As you grow up, you begin to understand the world. Only after understanding can you see your limits. Effort is just a means of coping, as weak as a candle in the face of powerful forces.

However, there are still some people who persevere in the face of despair. Only those with special status can do this.

Compared with human beings who have been "slaves" since birth, fairy tales are more realistic. In order to get rid of the shackles of "slavery", some people once bought themselves.

But that is just a shallow and short-lived dream, and most people soon fail and become "slaves" again, or die. Give up early, accept the status quo, and be smarter.

That's what men always thought, until that time.

"You're quite smart, how do you like it? Do you want to come to my place and do something casually?" A young boy said to a man who was much older than him as a matter of course.

The man replied: "Don't be ridiculous."

Facing such a man, the young man showed a surprised expression: "Do you always think that you are alive only if you live happily? People like us don't know when we will die. Do we ever want to live an interesting life?"

The man felt angry. A child who knows nothing about the world speaks as if he has experienced it. The man looked down at the young man, feeling a strange feeling in his heart. The boy's eyes were not mocking, but he was sincerely saying things that were natural.

The man suddenly forgot his anger and replied: "I would do that if I could."

"Then, let's start now." The boy's words made the man's eyes widen.

"If you have a chance, you will be in trouble if you don't seize it. It doesn't matter if you fail. It's just that you and I will both die." The boy chuckled.

A boy who was much younger than him smiled and said, "Everyone will die." The man recalled everything in his past and felt that everything had become ridiculous.

The man laughed: "Then buy me."

"Actually, I have already bought you."

"what?"

The young man stretched out his right hand: "Please take care of me, Mark." As he said that, the young man smiled gently.

In the darkness, a small flame shone. Mark smiled and lit it, taking a drag on the cigarette as he recalled some past events.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, which dissipated in the night wind. There is an alley, and next to it are two boxes. Mark leaned against the wall and sat cross-legged with his feet raised.

"!!" There was a noise from the other side of the alley.

"It's really troublesome." Mark muttered.

"Screwed up, damn it!" The severe pain caused him to press his abdomen with his left hand.

A large amount of blood flowed out from the ribs on the left side. Mark slowly looked up at the night sky, and what appeared in front of him was a female face.

At this time, footsteps came from the alley, and Mark stared ahead anxiously. A young man wearing a black robe approached silently.

"The last thing you see is the man's face, it's really terrible." With a sneer, Mark exhaled the smoke again.

Nia, Ryan and Raila came to the black market, which was the alley where Ryan and Richard fought.

"Why do you come to a place like this?" Ryan asked Nia, looking around.

"Well, do you know about the residual magic power?" Nia stared around and asked. Raila looked at him curiously behind Nia.

"Sorry, I don't know anything about academics."

"It's common sense after all, but it's also good to be honest." Nia continued with a happy smile.

"Residual magic exists like a trace left behind when using magic. As time goes by, it will merge with the surrounding magic and disappear."

“What information can it gain from investigating it?”

"A lot of information can be obtained, because everyone's magic power is different. For example, the type, absolute amount, and shape of magic power can be determined. The most important thing is that by tracking it, you can know where the target is going."

Ryan's eyes widened in surprise.

"The Knights often use this method to track criminals, but time becomes a difficulty. Because the residual magic power disappears over time, this method is not suitable for enemies who are always elusive or constantly running away. practical."

"Sorry, I don't want to spend too much time."

"No problem, I already have a plan. Who do you think I am?"

Nia smirked and trotted closer to the wall. Then he touched the wall, where the mark of the sword was left.

"This is the camouflage mark left by the sword in Ryan's right hand."

"How do you know so much?"

"It might be hard to tell if it's just a normal scar, but your sword is a magical weapon, and it's strengthened by your own magic."

Ryan nodded in admiration.

At this point, Nia placed her hands in the space beside her. Then the electricity began to surge. The centers of Nia's hands glowed yellow and emitted electricity.

"I see. You are indeed very powerful, Phantom is struggling."

Ryan observed silently, thinking it would be better for Nia to concentrate now.

Raila approached Nia curiously and touched the current in the center of Nia's hands with her fingertips: "It's amazing! Is this the master's magic?"

"Haha, no, Raila, this is the magic power of the target that is about to be tracked. Ah, don't let the current escape, it will disappear."

"OK!"

The voices and dialogue are high-pitched, but they maintain serious expressions throughout, creating a strange image of Nia watching Raila playfully play with electricity.

"There are so many, it shouldn't be difficult to track them down." He said, but frowned.

"What's wrong?" Ryan couldn't help asking.

"There's something strange about this man's magic."

"strangeness?"

"It seems unstable."

"Is that a problem with pursuit?"

"No, chasing is not a problem, it's just other aspects." Nia frowned, looking for the right words, "To put it simply, a person has a variety of magic powers mixed in his body."

Ryan narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know what it is, I don't understand it at all..." Nia said, his eyes changing as he stared at the current.

"I don't understand...magic..." Nia's expression became ferocious and she licked her lips.

"Hey, Ryan."

"What's the matter?" Ryan replied unhappily, with a wry smile.

"Can you capture Phantom, or even if he dies, and hand him over to me?"

"What? Why?"

"I want to dissect it."

"This is not morally allowed." Stopped by Ryan's cold voice, Nia lowered her head regretfully.