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Atop a hill overlooking the Bitter Maja valley, Furfur sat composed upon a throne woven from Asuran skulls and bones still slick with blood. In the center of that grisly pile sat the head of Goku; his face remained intact as if freshly severed, yet the light in his eyes had long since been extinguished.

The skulls of the Asuras, placed directly in front of the throne, were neatly arranged so that every single face stared straight ahead. Even though their eyes no longer gleamed with the light of life within them, Furfur felt as though they could see exactly what he was looking at. This was especially true of Goku’s skull, which was positioned at the very apex of the mound, impaled upon a bone to keep it from shifting or falling, ensuring his hollow gaze remained locked forward.

Furfur wanted the formidable warrior who had entertained him to witness the slaughter of his entire species. That way, at the very least, Goku would know he wouldn’t be alone in the afterlife. This sentiment of his was not meant to insult Goku, but was rather the most deeply honest feeling in his heart to honor the genius combatant.

Furfur’s massive, jet-red frame pulsed with a magma-like luminescence through the cracks in his skin, radiating an aura of intimidation that choked the life from his surroundings. His sharp, yellow eyes scanned the towering ancient trees, as if trying to pierce the secrets hidden beneath the very roots of the earth.

He knew where Wilwatikta lay. Down there, in the darkness of the soil, he was certain his enemies were shivering in terror. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

According to the information gleaned from Leon’s memories, Furfur knew the entrance to Wilwatikta was hidden behind a colossal waterfall in the heart of Bitter Maja. Amidst the trees before him, hidden beneath the fields of tall grass and behind the massive boulders, lay a network of traps and an underground labyrinth ready to swallow anyone who crossed over them. Furfur loathed cowards who hid behind walls and took shelter behind traps; nevertheless, he remained objective enough to praise what these monsters had built, recognizing it as highly effective in halting an enemy’s advance.

He was aware he would have to pay a steep price in the lives of his soldiers just to approach that gate, but Furfur did not care. If every Demon he brought had to perish just to deliver him to the heart of the enemy’s defense, he considered it a fair trade.

"Those rats think a labyrinth and a few traps can stop a storm," Furfur hissed, his voice raspy like the grinding of a blade against stone.

The previous battle against Goku and the Elders had indeed taxed his strength and claimed the lives of all the Law Lords he had brought. However, to a Mana Demon, death is nutrition. The surviving Mana Demons had immediately descended upon the corpses of the Law Lords and devoured them. Thanks to that feast, many among them had rapidly evolved into Level 5 and Level 6 Core Mana Demons.

Though the quality of his army had dipped slightly with the loss of their leaders, in terms of sheer quantity, his subordinates were now far more powerful. He was confident that with this host, he could crush the monster kingdom with ease. After all, even if there were monsters as tough as Goku on the enemy side, Furfur felt that he alone was more than enough to handle them. Even if the enemy possessed hundreds of monsters at Goku’s level—which he believed to be impossible—he remained certain of his victory. Furfur saw no need to request reinforcements from Lucifer.

Surrounding his throne, millions of Mana Demons roared with impatience, craving the scent of the monsters still hiding in the shadows. Furfur offered a sinister smile. He himself was eager to begin the massacre and finish his task. With a single wave of his hand, millions of Mana Demons let out a savage howl, lunging forward on two or four legs like a swarm of locusts sensing fresh grass.

Furfur leaned back once more, waiting for his army to trigger and dismantle the traps set by those "earth rats." However, his composure was suddenly disturbed.

Thump... Thump... Thump...

The ground beneath his throne vibrated. At first, Furfur assumed it was the thunderous stride of his own army. But this vibration was different. It came from the front—from the direction of the giant forest that was supposed to be a slaughter zone for the Demons.

The massive trees before him began to sway violently. Ancient roots, thousands of years old, burst from the earth, split by an unstoppable force. And then, the vision emerged. It wasn’t one or two monsters that stepped out, but millions.

Each of them looked rabid. They screamed and lunged at the nearest demon they could find. The demons were not to be outdone; they had already caught the scent of blood in the air and attacked with feral ferocity. A battle erupted that looked less like war and more like two packs of mindless beasts driven by nothing but instinct.

Furfur’s eyes widened. He was shocked not by the number or quality of the enemy, but by the sight—something beyond all reason—unfolding before his eyes. He had long studied the differences between the living beings of the Meer Continent and the Demon Continent. The most striking difference lay in their reproduction. On the Demon Continent, Mana Demons were born from pools of mana filled by an eternal, unending rain, possessing an immediate instinct to devour one another to grow stronger.

However, creatures on the Meer Continent required fertilization and the dependence of offspring upon the parent to survive. Only after the young had passed through several stages would they develop their own survival instincts. Because of this, their most basic instinct was to protect their progeny from danger. Yet, what he saw now was madness.

Pregnant monsters with bellies swollen with child charged forward, weapons in hand. Infants who should have still been nursing were strapped to the backs of mothers who screamed with a bloodthirsty rage, seemingly impatient to taste gore. Their numbers were not small; nearly a third of the millions of monsters pouring out of the forest were those who should have been protected.

"Have you become so desperate that you let pregnant females and children march to war?" Furfur mocked inwardly.

The will to survive and continue the bloodline was the fundamental instinct of any living being. Furfur had come to exterminate them, and he was certain the monsters knew it. Yet, he had never imagined these monsters would abandon their defenses and attack his army so blindly.

"How foolish," Furfur growled. The shred of respect that had surfaced after seeing Goku fight to the death vanished instantly. He had assumed a species capable of producing a warrior like Goku would possess a unique quality of their own. Now, he felt only disgust as he watched the monsters charge without formation, like stampeding wild animals. Whatever had happened behind those trees, Furfur was certain they had all lost their minds.

He would no longer wait, and he would show no mercy. If they desired death, then death was exactly what he would grant them. The mana within Furfur’s body surged, turning the surrounding air into a searing heat. He prepared to rain down volcanic fire upon the monsters, incinerating them to ash.

But suddenly...

"Ah, you shouldn’t ruin the party I’ve prepared for my people."

A voice appeared right beside him, completely undetected. The hair on Furfur’s neck stood on end. With lightning speed, he leaped away, slamming his fist toward the source of the voice.

BOOM!

An explosion rang out, but the impact was far smaller than it should have been. The shockwave was seemingly sucked into a vacuum before vanishing, revealing a monster Furfur had encountered once before.

"Moku!" Furfur hissed, gritting his teeth.

"Hi. Long time no see, Furfur. It’s been half a year, hasn’t it?" Moku greeted him with a casual tone, as if merely acknowledging an old friend.