THE VILLAIN'S POV

Chapter 833  Beyond Despair (1)

"You will all learn…"

"What fear truly means."

Beneath a sky that had darkened by his mere presence ...

And upon a land that trembled the moment his feet touched it—

The majestic Demon King declared those words.

His voice was deep.

Heavy.

Oppressive.

It made every human soul tremble—

Even though none of them had actually heard it.

They were far away.

Yet they felt him.

They felt death knocking on their doors.

And the most unfortunate of all—

Was the one standing before him.

Frey found himself face to face—

With the monster that devoured everything.

"You… why?" Frey asked, his voice trembling.

"Why are you here…? Why are you standing in front of me?"

He refused to believe it.

Because deep down ...

He knew exactly what it meant for Agaroth to stand before him.

With everything he had—

Frey prayed.

He begged—

That this was nothing but an illusion.

A trick created by Amon to shake him.

He wanted it to be that simple.

But his enhanced senses ...

His transcendent perception ...

Screamed the truth at him.

It was real.

This—

Was the Demon King.

In the flesh.

With all of his overwhelming power.

"Frey… oh, Frey… how pitiful you are."

Agaroth spoke, his long black hair drifting around him as if it had come alive.

"You tried so hard… didn't you?"

His smile widened—

As he slowly stepped closer.

"You've grown stronger."

"But you must understand…"

"Fate shows no mercy."

"And time waits for no one."

"I know… it's a bit early."

"But it cannot be helped."

Agaroth extended his hand toward Frey—

Still smiling.

A smile—

Capable of killing any living being.

"Shall we begin?"

"The final battle."

Those words echoed within Frey's mind ...

As he froze in place.

Even with Nameless' mask stabilizing his mind—

It wasn't enough.

Not against this pressure.

Once ...

He had stood before Agaroth when the latter manifested through Ada.

But that ... Had not even been one percent of the Demon King's true presence.

Now .. At this exact moment ...

Frey understood.

What it truly meant to stand before Agaroth.

Gritting his teeth ... Frey unleashed everything.

Black-hole aura.

Soulfire.

To their absolute limits.

A sea of dark aura exploded from his body.

It surged upward—

Reaching the sky—

And shook the earth beneath him.

He released his full power ... Not to fight ..

But simply to breathe.

To endure.

To push back against the crushing pressure.

In response—

The Demon King did nothing.

He simply watched.

His gaze fixed on Frey . And on that overwhelming aura.

A faint smile resting on his face.

"Not bad."

A simple compliment.

But Frey didn't hear it.

Because a storm had already taken hold of him.

Despite everything he possessed ...

Despite all the battles that had forged him ...

He failed.

He couldn't stay calm.

Not in front of this monster.

'What do I do…?'

'What am I supposed to do now?!'

Frey screamed inside his mind—

Yet couldn't bring himself to utter a single word aloud.

'Fight him? No… that's impossible.'

'I can't fight something like this.'

He took a step back.

Unconsciously.

'Run? Teleport…?'

For a brief moment ...

Frey was ready to flee.

To teleport to the farthest point in this vast universe—

As far away from Agaroth as possible.

It seemed like the perfect solution.

At first.

But one look at the Demon King's face ...

Was enough.

That monster would follow him.

Anywhere.

Effortlessly.

Teleportation meant nothing to him.

Fighting was impossible.

Running was meaningless.

'Then what…?'

'What options do I even have?!'

Frey clenched his fist.

Bit his lip.

His eyes burned from the intensity of the moment.

And then ... He realized it.

Just by standing there ... Doing nothing ..

Agaroth had already erased every possible path.

Every choice.

Every escape.

Leaving behind ... Only despair.

Frey's mind froze.

He hit a dead end.

An unbreakable wall.

And stopped thinking entirely.

That moment of detachment ... That loss of awareness ... Was fatal.

Especially In front of the Demon King.

And there was someone who understood that perfectly.

Nameless.

The only one who resisted that presence.

"Switch with me! Now!!"

Nameless shouted—

For the first time ever raising his voice.

The shock snapped Frey out of it.

He nodded immediately.

Without hesitation.

Choosing escape over facing that monster.

Nameless was ready.

Ready to take control.

Ready to do anything—

To salvage what could still be saved.

But at that exact moment—

Agaroth raised his hand.

"No."

"You won't."

From that hand—

A black mist burst forth.

It invaded Frey's body instantly ..

Seeping into him.

The Demon King's crimson eyes glowed .

Like blood itself ..

As his expression darkened.

"It's not your turn yet…"

"My old friend."

The moment those ominous words left his mouth—

Something happened.

Something that made Nameless' eyes widen in shock.

That same black mist ..

Had wrapped around him as well.

At the exact same time.

Agaroth hadn't just invaded Frey's body .

He had reached into his mind.

His very subconscious.

With terrifying ease ..

He bound Nameless completely.

Severing the connection between him and Frey ... Making it impossible for him to take control.

For now ... There was nothing he could do.

Nameless' body—within the spiritual realm—exploded at that moment.

A surge of dark aura erupted from him, crashing violently against the restraints as he struggled to break free.

But it was clear ...

He wouldn't be escaping anytime soon.

"This won't hold you forever…"

"…but it'll buy me enough time to play with Frey a little."

Agaroth spoke calmly ..

Before expanding his aura.

A soundless wave swept across the entire planet.

"Demons of Hellmond… and beasts of the Seeds…"

"Listen to my words."

"And answer my will."

"In my name—Agaroth, King of Demons—"

"I forbid all forms of combat from this moment onward."

"As long as I stand upon this land…"

"I alone hold the right to kill humans… and their allies."

Agaroth's smile darkened ...

Especially at those last words.

His call swept through the world.

And in that instant—

Everyone understood.

The Demon King had descended.

Without exception ... All demons fell to their knees.

Even the mindless beasts trembled in fear ... Unable to defy his command.

The demons fled.

The transformed Ultras did the same.

Wesker, still controlling Vayne's body, knelt as well ...

Before retreating into the shadows, distancing himself from Fulghor.

Even the Duke of Hell—

The assassin Vex—

Withdrew, abandoning his wait for the perfect moment to kill Abraham.

All of them without exception ...

Obeyed.

As for the humans—

None dared pursue the fleeing demons.

Because every single one of them had turned toward him.