The Supreme Satanic System

"I do not know, how it happened. But somehow, he has killed it, sir!"

Gazing toward where he pointed, Alexander exclaimed in shock, "He's a giant! That means he was the one attracting the Shadow Fiend."

With another awkward smile, Ashbee added, "Actually, I'm kind of responsible for attracting that thing here." Then he continued retelling the story beginning with when King Dashub came here along with an entourage to claim the life of seventh prince Zokaka in revenge for his son Leonardo's recent demise in Zokaka's hands and how things got escalated as that giant joined the fray stating that he was the martial teacher of Zokaka instead of his father, King Ragnar and then up to where a Shadow Fiend was attracted to deal with the giant. But somehow, the next instant he blinked his eyes, the shadow fiend was already not there. What remained of it was its core stone in the Giant's hands.

Alexander was getting astonished the more he listened to his story. "Killing a Juvenile Shadow Fiend, in the blink of an eye. Then, either he's great at hiding his strength or he has some other means to tackle that thing," he muttered as if talking to himself because he'd already scanned Damien's body and learned that his strength was just in par with the like of Ashbee. "Either way, I'll try to find his secret." Then he turned to Ashbee and scowled, "What are you waiting for? Take your king and leave my kingdom immediately. And when he regained his consciousness, tell him to never step another foot inside the Mountain Smashing Dwarf Kingdom." And along with the wave of the breeze hitting Ashbee's face, Alexander disappeared. 

Next, Ashbee carried the unconscious Dashub and also disappeared from the scene.

In the meantime, just as Damien landed on the ground and deactivated his Satanic form, two figures appeared next to him; Zokaka and King Ragnar.

"Master!" Zokaka greeted, kneeling on the ground.

"Um," nodded Damien in acknowledgment, wobbling his finger to stand at ease. Turning at the King, he said with a smile, "Your majesty, we meet again. And I think it's time for us to have some tea and discuss some business."

All this time, only one repeated thought keeps playing in the Mountain Smasher King's head, 'This giant of unknown identity has somehow killed a Juvenile Shadow Fiend in the blink of an eye. He's freakishly strong.' Respect and surprise were written all over his face. "Hahaha, I can't agree more. This place is already a mess. How about we continue in my palace chamber?" He agreed, as his thick and long black beard shook while laughing hysterically. 

"Alright, lead the way."

They left the 7th prince's pavilion, treading toward the center region of the palace on foot. While on their way to the throne room, Cynthia's voice alerted Damien's head, "Milord, a dwarf is lurking behind us,"

"I know," responded Damien telepathically. "Alright, scan this dwarf and report to me as fast as possible." He then continued following King Ragnar and his son. He was ready to take any action if the lurker was someone hostile. Luckily, nothing happened.

"It's done! I'm sending his data, now." Cynthia's melodious voice chimed in his head.

Ding! With a soft Ding, a series of datas along with the 3-D imagery of the lurker appeared in his head.

[Target Y Scanning Completed!]

[Species: Human with Dominant Dwarf Gene!]

Possibly some reason for their Genetic Dwarfism….

[Reason: Either their ancestors might be dwarfs among those people who left Earth some 30,000 years ago or because of the heavy gravity of this tetra-attached world. During due time, evolution turned the recessive dwarf gene into dominant to adapt to this heavy gravity.]

[Bone Age: 956 Earth Years Old!]

[Energy Level: Level 561!]

Seeing the energy level, Damien almost jumped, but he suppressed his emotion of fright. Still, inside his mind, he was screaming, 'Argh! What in the damnation is this place? Just in a day, I meet two supper monsters and this dwarf is even way more, more, stronger than the shadow fiend, which I'd cheated a kill by my time freeze a moment ago. Thankfully, if he has any intention to harm me, then I can use the same method to deal with him too.' Now he was super alert, ready to activate his Third Vertical God Eye any moment.

[Threat Level To the Host: 100%; highly recommend not to provoke the guy!]

"Hahaha, so funny and very helpful." He said sarcastically as he sweat profusely, feeling a sense of danger.

Twenty minutes later, Damien was brought in and offered to take his seat around a round table, filled with plates of different meats and drinks, specialties of the Dwarf. 

"Mr. Damien, feel yourself at home and please enjoy this measly feast I arrange for your eminence." Said King Ragnar, clapping his hands elegantly.

Damien dug in with no care for his manner and said after chugging a jug of rum, "Thanks for the meal, I appreciate your kind gesture."

"The honor is mind, sir!" King **** responded. 

"Anyway, let me cut to the chase." Damien further added with his mouth, full. "Actual, I came to this world, far from home for only one thing--"

"What is it?"

Damien cleaned his greasy hand with the white towel and raised it, pointing at the red stone attached at the center of the crown, King Ragnar was currently wearing.

Frowning, King Ragnar, unhinged his crown away from his locks and asked, "So, you want my crown?" Demanding a crown to a king was like asking for dethroning him, it was highly provocative as this was like asking to dethrone himself. 

"No-no-no, you misunderstood me there!" Damien stands corrected, "What I want is just the red stone in it. I've neither intention of invading your kingdom nor dethroning you."

Only then did the King diffuse a long breath of relief and said with a peal of hearty laughter, "If you want this red stone, I can gift it to you as a token of my brotherhood to you, what do you say?"

Damien joined the laughing parade as he responded, "A hard — yes!"… (please, stay tuned!)