In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

The arrogant and domineering voice reached Chaos's ears, and he looked incredulously at Milim, who was choking him with her claws.

"You...you weren't...being controlled...?"

"you guess...."

Milis's cunning gaze first swept over Gransta, who was watching the show not far away, and then looked at the black thing in her hand.

Chaos was dumbfounded....

What do you mean by making him guess? With a purely predatory ultimate skill... what could he possibly guess? He doesn't even know Milim is acting...

"Heh...you're Gransta's ultimate technique?"

Milim looked at Chaos as if he were a rare toy, scrutinizing him closely and clicking her tongue in amazement:

"Interesting... But your brain is far inferior to that guy Gransta, and probably even less intelligent than the Overlord who suppressed me before."

"I...I certainly...am not as good as you, sir...but you're saying I'm not as good as her?"

When Chaos heard Milim say that he was not as good as Ether, his eyes changed instantly.

bang——

The pupils in his eyes immediately transformed into a pair of black holes that seemed to possess the power to captivate the soul, swaying and shifting endlessly.

Milim was slightly taken aback when she saw those eyes.

These eyes, like black holes, seem capable of devouring the souls of those who gaze upon them, poised to devour them at any moment.

"What the hell is this?"

Milim saw that her dragon claws had started to burn with black flames, sizzling as they burned.

She looked at Chaos in surprise, never expecting that this guy's ability was so bizarre.

After feeling the stinging pain in her hand, Milim immediately clenched her other hand into a fist and slammed it hard into Chaos's abdomen.

The moment her small fist was formed, it slammed into Chaos's abdomen, and even the space it had transformed into emitted a mournful groan.

boom--

Chaos's eyes widened in shock, his abdomen feeling as if it had been hit head-on by a small cannonball; the force of that impact was probably enough to level a small hill.

He took a direct hit from Milim's punch head-on... Even if Chaos transformed his entire body into a black hole, his absorption speed still couldn't keep up with the instantaneous power of the punch.

This body, constructed from magic essence, was completely shattered by a single punch, but fortunately, it absorbed some of the power that sustained it.

"Are you still going to misbehave...?"

Milim pouted in dissatisfaction, her lips moving.

She seemed unsatisfied, so she grabbed Chaos tightly like a chick and slammed him to the ground.

boom--

"Cough cough..."

Black smoke billowed from Chaos's mouth and slowly dissipated in the air...

Centered on Milim, the ice surface within a ten-meter radius beneath her feet instantly turned into ice shards and holes.

.....

"Lord Gransta..."

"Aren't we going to do anything about it?"

Ether then reminded Gransta in a slow, unhurried voice, as if he were discussing something trivial and seeking his master's opinion.

Gransta understood, of course, that Ether wasn't talking about rescuing Chaos, but rather whether or not to intervene with Milim, who was using her ultimate power of rage.

This space, which is defined and created, may be utterly destroyed by this ultimate power!

And Chaos might... actually get killed!

Gransta first scanned Chaos's current magic level with his magic perception. He had originally thought that Chaos was close to breaking down.

But the result was beyond his expectations... Any one of Milim's destructive punches would have been enough to shatter Chaos, yet Chaos, with its black hole properties, continued to devour Milim...

that's it,

A strange excitement gradually shone in Milim's eyes. She treated Chaos like an indestructible punching bag, sometimes deliberately controlling it for a fraction of a second to allow Chaos to absorb the energy and recover...

After seeing all this, Gransta couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth, but finally looked away and ignored it for the time being.

This Chaos is like a calf just entering society, not only being mercilessly whipped, but also being exploited like a tool...

"Chaos... he should be able to hold on... besides, this is a kind of training, isn't it..."

Gulansta said to Ether without batting an eye, using it as an excuse for watching the show earlier.

"Um..."

Etherno nodded thoughtfully.

Gransta knew that Milim would not be able to communicate normally unless she fully vented her inner violence.

He originally wanted to see how long Chaos could hold out, but something seemed to be wrong with Carion and Frey.

"Huh? The two demon kings I created are dead?"

Gransta turned his head to look in another direction, frowning. He hadn't expected that the two demon kings couldn't even restrain each other under the suppression of the created space.

"Lord Gransta... those two Demon Lords have already used their unique skills..."

Upon hearing Ether's explanation, Guransta immediately felt relieved.

Even if these two haven't successfully awakened their ultimate skills yet, they are still among the top ten Demon Lords, though they appear ordinary within the Demon Lord ranks...

"Let's go...go check on those two."

The space where Gransta was located distorted and disappeared after a moment, as if someone had torn away the figures in this space without leaving a trace.

This space was created using Gransta's magic essence and Ether's ultimate ability. Gransta possesses primary authority and, as long as the space remains intact, is like the creator of this place.

.....

Carrion first withdrew his dazzling golden spear, leaving behind a trail of ice beneath his feet...

He glanced at this world of ice caves and muttered to himself in confusion:

Where are they?

He felt as if a voice was constantly whispering and echoing in his mind...

"Kill him...kill that elf...kill him now..."

This filled Carrion with extreme agitation, but having lost his bearings upon entering this place, his previously lifeless eyes involuntarily turned bloodshot...

"Find that elf...and kill him!"

Carrion roared; the idea was ingrained in his mind, refusing to leave, and had become his sole objective.

"Yes...find him...kill him!"

Carrion's lips moved as he picked up his weapon to search for his target, but a deep voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Carlion, who are you looking for? Who are you going to kill?"

Carrion immediately turned his head sharply and saw his target standing behind him, looking at him with calm eyes.

His muscles immediately bulged and exploded, the burst of golden magic transforming him into an enraged lion. He gripped his weapon, pointed it at Gransta, and shot out.

"I'll kill you!"