"It’s not just about winning anymore," he whispered, the gold of his eyes reflecting the flickering mana of the forest.

Behind him, Asmodeus and Clara stood like twin pillars of fire and chaos. Asmodeus incinerated a prowling beast with a flick of his wrist, his gaze never leaving Iruma’s back. "Do what you must, Iruma-sama! We are your shield!"

As the leaf settled, a hush fell over the demon world. Iruma stood at the center of the glow, a human boy who had just out-demon-ed the demons, not with cruelty, but with an insatiable appetite for growth. AI responses may include mistakes. Learn more

The ground groaned. A sprout cracked through the dirt, racing toward the clouds. In seconds, the unfurled, bathing the entire forest in a brilliant, golden light that washed away the darkness. The scoreboard flickered, then shattered as the points for the "Young King" climbed into infinity.

As the final moments of the festival ticked down, Orobas Coco emerged from the shadows, his face twisted with the trauma of his own illusions. He raised his hand, ready to unleash a tide of nightmare mana to snatch the victory away.