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Abel was pushed to his limit, but he couldn't help but feel exhilarated.

Without a moment's hesitation, he kicked the floor, squeezing out every ounce of strength. Despite the exertion, it wasn't painful.

"I'm not usually this narrow-minded, so why do I feel so good?" he thought.

As the saying goes, the best thief is the one who goes down to hell with an ugly face. With a fierce grin, he struck the head of the demon monster that had been clawing its way back to the surface.

"Cha-ha-ha!"

Contrary to his fears, the devastating punishment worked. The murderous intent that had gripped the atmosphere dissipated in an instant.

Finally, the demon monster was neutralized. Abel readied himself for the final blow.

Of course, at this point, none of his skills were active, not even the beast's heart, which was practically a basic item. Still, he swung Hector Punisher with all his might and struck the glowing object on the demon's forehead.

Crack!

A weak groan escaped the monster, and suddenly, a holographic text appeared before Abel's eyes.

> "You killed Albanocetus, the demigod who threatened the peace of human society."

"You became the first human to destroy the power of a god."

"Absorbs the fragments of Albanocetus's power."

"A skill has been created."

"A skill has been created."

"Uh?"

Since he had killed such a formidable being, Abel expected a reward—perhaps improved system functions or certain items. Skills as rewards were also common.

But being granted two skills was unexpected.

What shocked him even more was the monster's true nature.

"This guy was a demigod?"

Abel had assumed Albanocetus was a half-demon because of its methods.

Their specialty was terrifying humans to extract spiritual energy. Even creatures like Suga and Peltron had operated that way in the past.

But a demigod wreaking havoc in such a manner? It was bizarre.

"I'll have to ask Adam about this when I get back," Abel muttered, curiosity gnawing at him. "But what on earth did I just get?"

He quickly brought up the holographic information window.
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<Skill Information>

Title: Absorb Power

Effect: Takes away the powers of a disabled demigod.

Limitation: Does not work on half-demons.

<Skill Information>

Name: Remote Detonation

Effect: Causes a powerful explosion.

Limitation: Only activates when eye contact is made. Consumes a lot of energy.

"Crazy..."

Abel stared in disbelief. He had inherited the demon monster's exclusive skill to cause explosions with a mere gaze.

Of course, it didn't seem like he could activate it indefinitely, as the demon had. The energy levels between them were vastly different. After all, that creature had lived for tens of thousands of years.

"But still, this is amazing," Abel thought, a grin spreading across his face. At just the right moment, he could turn any situation upside down.

Who could possibly prepare for an unforeseen explosion? Even Abel had barely survived the first attack. If he hadn't made an extreme choice to focus entirely on defense, he'd have been defeated.

With the adrenaline ebbing away, Abel let out a long sigh and leaned against the corpse of the demon monster.

Honestly, he wondered why he had to endure such suffering.

"Didn't we come here to wipe out a pirate group called Billy Guts in the first place?"

His thoughts shifted back to the mission.

"Oh, right. What happened to the hideout?"

The Schultz knights were supposed to hold their ships while Cordell McNeill freed the prisoners. Though the number of pirates had dwindled significantly, they still outnumbered the allied forces.

Dragging his tired body, Abel climbed the half-collapsed rock mountain.

Once standing 30 meters high, the rock was now less than half that size, obliterated by the demon monster's Remote Detonation.

From this vantage point, Abel could see the slave market at a glance.

Thud!

As his boots hit the jagged rocks, people below turned their eyes toward him.

"Huh? Hey, it's the warrior!"

"You're alive! You're a hero!"

"Whooooooa! You're all screwed, you pirate bastards!"

The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers, while the pirates' faces turned pale.

Abel observed the scene, sensing something was off.

Originally, more than half of the prisoners had been freed. Cordell McNeill had been moving around, unlocking their bonds.

Yet now, the pirates were regaining control.

"Did they rally because their boss ran away?" Abel mused.

Armed with swords and crossbows, the pirates clearly had the upper hand against malnourished prisoners.

Abel's sharp gaze unsettled the pirates. As he strode toward them, flicking Hector Punisher, a few of them nervously drew their weapons.

"Bring it," Abel growled.

But instead of attacking, the pirates held their knives with the handles pointed toward him.

"Pass. We'll let you pass. Please go back."

"Yes? Yes! Thank you!"

Seeing this, the remaining pirates quickly dropped their weapons and surrendered.

Those who resisted were met with Hector Punisher's uncompromising justice.

Bam! Bam! Thud! Thud!

The hammer's blows left no room for argument.

"I... I surrender too..." one pirate stammered, raising his hand.

Slam!

But Hector Punisher didn't care for late apologies.

"Oh, you surrendered? Too late. You should've done it earlier," Abel said coldly.

In this way, the pirates were subdued.

Only a few forces remained at the dock, but Abel wasn't worried. He addressed the captured pirates.

"Go to the dock and deal with the rest of your kind. If you comply, I'll show leniency."

"Excuse me?"

"At least you won't end up like those guys," Abel said, gesturing toward the fallen bodies.

Terrified, the pirates sprinted toward the docks without hesitation.

"Okay, Billy Guts is done for. But where on earth did that guy go?" Abel muttered.

Following the murmurs of the crowd, he approached a gathering.

"Isn't this where the demon came out?"

Peering inside the pit, Abel was met with an unexpected sight—a man floating face down in the water.

Judging by his attire, it was Cordell McNeill.

"Goodness! Did he fall while fighting?" someone exclaimed.

"That's right! Look at his footprints here. He must've slipped on the demon's slime!"

"You swore at him without knowing the circumstances. Apologize, idiot!"

The crowd began chattering, their faces red with embarrassment.

Cordell's pants were halfway down, as if his belt had snapped. His exposed backside was visible to everyone.

Abel chuckled, a sly grin on his face.

"I can't flirt around here anymore," he muttered.

The sight of Cordell's predicament was humiliating enough to damage any knight's reputation, but Abel couldn't help but find humor in it.

It seemed like the chaos had finally settled.