Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

While Gelgar and his subordinates were deliberating something, a clear clapping sound rang through the whole floor. Looking around, they quickly found the source of the sound.

A Demonic Warhorse with majestic draconic wings and a flaming body wearing ancient armour stood in the air above. Crimson flame came out of its nostrils and mouth whenever it breathed, its three pairs of eyes stared menacingly at them, and its six powerful legs exhibited enough power to trample everything. ROOOAARR... emitting a powerful presence, the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse stood on its hind legs and reared.

Looking at the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse, greed flashed across Gelgar's eyes and he couldn't help himself imagining riding on top of it. If he could acquire and ride it on a battlefield, his prowess would increase even more.

It was rank [B] familiar forget about him, even demons with higher ranking would have their eyes blinded by greed. 'After winning this dungeon war not only will I get that reward but even a [B] rank subordinate. Hehehaha looks like the fortune is shinning on me today' he thought in his mind as he deluded about the future.

Although he had suffered a huge loss after his monster army were all killed, but compared to the huge rewards that he was about to get after winning the dungeon war, the loss would amount to nothing. Just imagining about the rewards made him excited and his sour mood lightened up a little.

So what if the demon was able to get one up on him? the end result would still be the same. After all, he was a Demon Viscount and was far superior to a Demon Baron born from ample manas of this world.

But before he could continue with his thought process any further, a clear voice rang out across the floor "Hehehe you guys did quite well coming till here, honestly I must praise you all. However everything must come to an end and I believe I had said those words before 'if you want to enter my dungeon, you are rather welcome but discard all thoughts about leaving it alive' ".

The voice was not loud nonetheless every word rang out across the whole floor clearly and profoundly.

The voice came from the man riding on top of the warhorse. Black hair like that of the night which absorbed all the surrounding light and crimson pair of eyes, stared at them as if they could pierce your very soul. Two jagged horns protruded from his head and a wicked smile was plastered on his devilishly handsome face.

The man was wearing a black long coat that flapped in the air even when there was no wind. His upper half had golden black tattoos that made complicated patterns on his arms and chest that seemed to hold an infinite depth was releasing an aura of dominance whenever one stared at them.

The person riding on top of the Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse and releasing an overbearing presence was none other than Simon. His face was all smiles as he looked at the uninvited guests who were staring daggers at him.

Looking at the person who arrived unnoticed, Gelgar grinded his teeth as all the humiliation, anger, and frustration that he had suppressed up until now came flooding over.

His body trembled all over as he pointed at Simon and shouted, "So you are finally willing to come out of your shell? very good saves me the trouble of dragging you out myself". His composure was all but gone and he couldn't wait to tear apart Simon as soon as he was in his sight.

Gourd, Mike, and Berd similarly had contempt in their eyes as if they were looking at a dead man and snorted at his arrogant words. 'What discard the thoughts of leaving alive? the one who was going to die was clearly him and he was still being obstinate enough to utter those words' similar thoughts were running in their minds.

Simon looked at them and smiled "You are absolutely right, it saves the trouble for both of us after all it still takes quite a bit of DP to spawn these monsters. It still pains my heart to see them dying for nothing" he mocked before laughing out.

Gelgar's face was distorted due to all the irritation and pent-up anger twisted even more after listening to Simon. The words of Simon were targeted at him who had lost all his army that he had spawned with much effort using all of his stocked up DP.

He pointed at Simon and furiously said, "Laugh as much as you want to now, later on when I tear that smile and torture you to death, I will see whether you have the ability to laugh at that time. but you can rest assured, after killing you I will take that [B] tier warhorse of yours as my own subordinate".

Right after Gelgar's words sounded out, a weird feeling arose within Simon. Just like a tiny ember in a stack of hay, the feeling started out as a minute disturbance but moments later started overtaking all other emotions and overwhelmed him.

"W-what is going on?... arrrghhh" Simon didn't know what This feeling was but it was clearly rampaging within him and he couldn't control it.

[Pride has been activated. All other emotions will be overwhelmed during this period]

Just when he was struggling to keep in check the rampaging emotions, a strange notification popped up in front of him. Overwhelmed by it, all other emotions disappeared and it quickly overtook his whole body.

Three meters wide bat-like wings protruded from his back, as he jumped up from the back of his warhorse and stood in the air above. The entire aura around him changed, the golden-black tattoos that were only on his chest and shoulders, spread onto his wide wings too.. His entire presence changed in a split second and he seemed to be a completely different person than before.