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The pirate quickly swiped the floor. After a while, he put some of the potion on his leg and shrugged his shoulders with a satisfied expression.

"It's a real potion. Ask me anything," the pirate said.

"How long has that guy been staying here?" Abel asked.

"You've only been in our hideout for a short time, but he's been a great help."

"For example?"

"He tells me where the best ships to attack are and where they are going."

"Really? Then it would be good to just raid the Schultz headquarters?"

"Of course."

Abel finally understood how a small pirate group like Billy Guts had gained such real-time information. It wouldn't have been possible to control only the Schultz fleet with the help of the Navy alone.

"But why did you do something like that? If the sea god gave you the information, you could have raided other companies."

"I don't know. I just did what the Admiral told me to do."

Well, this guy was just a crew member who followed orders.

Abel snatched the potion bottle from the pirate's hands.

"Huh? This is different from what was promised. How can you take something away after giving it to someone?"

"I just found what I lost. Besides, my leg is already healed. Now get out."

For a wound of that size, swelling even halfway would have been enough. Didn't he leave the rest behind with the intention of selling it?

In fact, even just doing this much could be considered quite merciful. At least your leg is fixed.

'Of course, there is no way to avoid punishment.' Abel smiled meaningfully as he watched the pirate running away with his tail between his legs.

Then he turned his gaze toward the demon monster. The creature was just staring at him, tilting its head to the side as if it had seen something strange.

"Let me ask you just one thing," the demon spoke.

"Didn't you hear what that guy was saying just now? Do you think I'll answer obediently?" Abel retorted.

It was hard to read the demon's expression because it looked so strange, but it was clear it was flustered. Unable to continue speaking, Abel began to search the scales of the creature one by one.

It looked like the demon had a pocket, similar to that of an otter. After a while, the creature suddenly pulled something out, but there was nothing visible in its hand.

Instead, it simply pointed at Abel with its index finger.

"Ah?" Abel muttered.

"Try negotiating with this body? You'll see all sorts of crazy people," the demon sneered.

At that moment, a sudden sound like firecrackers erupted: Ta-da-da! Kukua-kukua-kwang! Chains of explosions began around the mountain.

This time, perhaps because the distance was far, the blasts didn't explode inside Abel's body. However, the situation became even more precarious than before.

'There's no room to step!' Abel thought. As soon as he felt an ominous sensation, he quickly dodged, but even so, the rocky terrain was incredibly narrow.

He tried to move to the area where the other ballistas were installed, but the explosions caught up with him quickly, detonating wherever the demon's gaze landed.

'No, you mean it can be detonated continuously?' Abel thought in disbelief. He couldn't help but feel the ability was an overpowered scam. Just looking caused explosions, but to do it dozens of times in a row? Honestly, this was...

"It's a bomb!" Abel shouted, though the explosions continued regardless of his exclamation.

Fortunately, it didn't repeat infinitely.

He managed to hide in the water beyond the rocky mountain just as the demon's attack ceased. 'As expected, it only activates when our gazes meet,' he concluded.

Only after the explosions subsided did Abel finally catch his breath. He had roughly confirmed the demon monster's abilities.

The creature's skin, covered with thick hide and mucus, appeared to have incredible defensive capabilities. Taking it down would require combining both extreme options and catastrophic retribution.

The problem, however, lay in its overwhelming attack power.

'No matter how fast I move, I can't avoid everything. This hideout has limited space to maneuver,' Abel thought. The more he analyzed the situation, the more insurmountable the task felt.

"But you left it there for quite some time? Is its mobility really poor?" Abel muttered to himself.

Since the demon had emerged from the trap, it hadn't moved a single step, likely because it could subdue its prey just by looking at them.

Even though Abel had hidden himself, the creature didn't react.

"That can't be…," he began but stopped short, unwilling to voice the negative thought aloud.

His hesitation was justified as the unimaginable unfolded before his eyes.

'Isn't this the creature the pirates call the god of the sea, the Haesin?' Abel pondered. That title must mean it's an excellent swimmer, right? How could a creature earn such a name if it couldn't swim?

"This is awesome," Abel muttered, watching as the demon monster's head jutted out from the water.

The creature had circled the island in an unbelievably short time and returned.

Without thinking, Abel let out a curse under his breath.

Tididdick! Kwaaaaang!

"You have nowhere to run. Since you've come here, your only destiny is to become my prey! Hahahaha!" the demon roared.

The monster blew apart the rocky mountain and began digging it up, causing massive explosions where Abel had been.

'He's by far the strongest opponent I've ever faced,' Abel thought grimly.

Although Peltron had lost much of his power, Shugle and Delia were still formidable adversaries.

But this creature? Its overwhelming presence and capabilities were incomparable.

The demon monster, larger than even a half-god, seemed truly invincible.

The desire to survive consumed Abel entirely.

When Abel tried to flee by kicking off the lower part of the mountain, his foot slipped on something slimy—seaweed.

"What the hell!" he exclaimed as his body floated mid-air.

Without solid footing, he became a prime target for the demon's explosive gaze.

―You let your guard down in such a dire situation. You deserve to die.

Tididdik! Kuhwaaang!

An explosion engulfed Abel, accompanied by the mocking voice of the demon monster.

Heat waves and a tremendous shock assaulted his body. But to Abel's surprise, he remained standing.

'What? Is this bearable?' Abel thought, quickly inspecting himself.

His hat had flown off, and his clothes were singed, but his body was unscathed.

The enhanced defense from his extreme choice had worked.

'How can I take this guy down? Should I just attack him like this?' Abel pondered, realizing he could withstand a few more hits.

Increasing his speed, he closed the distance between himself and the demon monster.

The creature, confident that Abel was fleeing, seemed entirely off-guard.

"Cha-ha-ha!" Abel shouted, kicking off a rock to propel himself into the air.

The demon's eyes glinted with madness, interpreting the moment as an opportunity to strike.

"Hoo hoo! Is that really so?" Abel grinned bitterly and swung Hector Punisher.

『Activation of Destructive Retribution』

A massive pillar of light slammed into the demon's chest. Abel had deliberately aimed at a large surface area to prevent the attack from slipping off the creature's mucus-covered skin.

To his dismay, the demon's body instantly recovered from the blow.
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"To?" Abel muttered in disbelief.

―Kekekeke! Do you think you can defeat this body with just a hammer? the demon mocked.

The attack, which could demolish a large building, hadn't even fazed it.

Moreover, the demon was already preparing a counterattack.

Realizing the futility of his strike, Abel evaded quickly.

He summoned Hector Punisher with a swift motion, using the recoil to alter his trajectory mid-air.

But a massive shadow loomed over him.

The sunlight vanished in an instant.

"What is this?" Abel whispered as he looked up, only to see a grotesque maw descending.

Thud!

Darkness engulfed him as the demon swallowed him whole.

Despite the vile sensation of saliva and confinement, Abel's mind raced.

Most would have surrendered to despair in such a situation.

But not Abel.

'Isn't this the perfect opportunity?'

Even the most heavily armored foes were vulnerable on the inside.

"Extreme Choice Activation," Abel declared.

"Select 'Attack Power.'"

His body transformed into a glass-like state, amplifying his offensive capabilities.

Gripping Hector Punisher tightly, Abel aimed for the deepest part of the demon's insides.

'Now is the time to counterattack.'

Inside the suffocating darkness of the monster's stomach, Abel felt a surge of determination. The sickly stench of digestive fluids burned his nostrils, and the disgusting squelch of mucus surrounded him. Yet, he refused to yield. He gripped Hector Punisher tightly, the weapon glowing faintly as he prepared for his desperate counterattack.

"So, this is what you consider the end, huh?" Abel muttered, his voice low but brimming with defiance.

His body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the strain of maintaining his composure. The decision to activate "Glass Body" meant sacrificing his defense in exchange for overwhelming attack power. Any mistake now would mean instant death.

"I'll make you regret swallowing me," he growled, his grip on the hammer tightening further.