Upon hearing this voice, Yuto abruptly lifted his head to look at the darkness before him, seemingly surprised that the voice could reappear.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the darkness before Yuto began to twist and reassemble, finally forming an armor that he was more than familiar with.
Looking at the armor and the iconic greatsword before him, Yuto tightened his grip on his longsword, then said with some vigilance:
"Surtalogi… what exactly do you want to do?"
The armor naturally discerned the wariness in Yuto's words, and after a faint chuckle, he said playfully:
"I don't want to do anything, and you don't need to be so wary. I just came to see how far your understanding of the Extremely Evil Skill has progressed."
"If I wanted to do something to you…"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the armor, which had been standing before Yuto a moment ago, instantly vanished from its spot, followed by a stinging sensation from the back of his neck.
Feeling the coldness transmitted from the blade and the stinging sensation of the sword tip piercing his skin, Yuto's body subconsciously straightened, and then he remained motionless.
This feeling… it was as if his body had completely frozen.
"I would have acted against you long ago; why would I wait until now?"
Surtalogi's somewhat chilling voice came from behind Yuto, like a senior reprimanding a junior, or perhaps… a hunter mocking his prey.
Yuto slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried his best to calm himself down, then he asked:
"…What exactly do you want to do?"
"I told you, I'm not doing anything. I don't even have any ill will towards you. For me… this is just an investment."
As Surtalogi spoke, he lowered the greatsword in his hand, then he flashed back to his original position, as if everything that had just happened had never occurred.
The armor raised his head in a very human-like manner, scanned Yuto up and down, then nodded with satisfaction.
"Not bad, I haven't seen a Demon King Armed other than a melee armor. This type… is truly a first."
"But it's good. Both its strength and quality seem to meet normal standards, and having more forms means more possibilities."
Surtalogi nodded slightly, then he lightly snapped his fingers.
Snap—
Accompanying a crisp sound in Yuto's ear, the darkness before him once again began to writhe, then gradually formed a… reflective mirror.
—Although it was unclear where the light in this pitch-black space came from… it could indeed reflect Yuto's current appearance.
Unlike the previous Western-style wizard robe, the current Law Enforcement Agency was closer to the original meaning of the term.
The dark purple wizard robe had vanished without a trace, the only thing remaining was the inner lining of overlapping shirt and waistcoat, and everything else… had basically been removed.
And the intricate external decorations had been replaced by a dark purple tailcoat.
On the right chest of this tailcoat, there was an emblem corresponding to "Law Enforcement"—a "Balance Scale."
Unlike the dark purple base color, the color of this "Balance Scale" was purplish-red, just like the smoke produced when the greatsword dissipated.
Of course, behind this Law Enforcement Agency, a dark purple cloak also appeared on Yuto's shoulders.
Although compared to the previous decorations… this Balance Scale and cloak were somewhat too simple.
But it had to be admitted that they brought a stronger sense of oppression to this outfit, something that the cumbersome decorations could not provide.
Looking at himself in the mirror before him, Yuto was momentarily surprised.
Although he had expected his attire to change after his abilities were fully restored, he truly hadn't anticipated such a significant transformation.
"How do you feel about this set of armor, which was generated based on what you envisioned?"
Yuto tilted his head in surprise, and asked again:
"Based on what I envisioned?"
"Of course, to make the Demon King Armed more suitable for combat habits and to display one's style, I spent a lot of time."
Surtalogi shrugged, then he continued:
"But you are an exception. You primarily use a longsword, yet the Extremely Evil Skill interprets you as a long-range elemental mage…"
"Is this a characteristic of the Immortal Spirit race? Or is it some quality unique to you?"
Surtalogi speculated softly.
Hearing this, Yuto frowned slightly, seemingly not understanding what riddle Surtalogi was speaking to him.
Before Yuto could even open his mouth to inquire further, Surtalogi spoke first:
"But none of that matters. What's truly important is that you can now fully wield the Law Enforcement Agency."
"As for certain special abilities… you'll need to explore them yourself."
After saying this, Surtalogi suddenly paused. The armor that housed his consciousness suddenly showed an abnormal distortion.
Not only that, even the darkness before Yuto began to collapse at this moment, as if something had completely failed.
Surtalogi, seeing this, merely shook his head lightly, as if he didn't care about these changes.
"Immortal Spirit… even just looking at you is interesting to me."
"Who sealed your original power? How did you manage to learn the Extremely Evil Skill just by looking at it?"
"But none of that matters; in the future… I will know."
"A Divine Envoy from Sky Island accepted power from the Abyss, the overlap of Light Realm Force and Void Realm Force… tsk tsk tsk."
"You don't have the strength of a Descender, yet you possess the fundamental ability to change this world. Looking at it this way… even The Prophecy made by V瑟弗尼尔 could be broken by you, couldn't it?"
After saying this, Surtalogi gently shook his head, and the collapse of the darkness before him gradually accelerated, like a world disintegrating.
"Time's almost up, I should go, and you should return too."
"I hope when we meet next time… you can bring me more surprises."
"However… that's assuming you live until then."
As Surtalogi's words fell, the darkness before them completely shattered.
The black fragments in this space continuously aggregated and reshaped, eventually forming a black sphere.
Looking at the black sphere before him, Yuto fell into a brief thought, then he subconsciously threw the sphere out.
Buzz—
Accompanying a strange buzzing sound, the black sphere thrown by Yuto floated in mid-air, then slowly unfolded, forming a pitch-black doorway.
Looking at that door, Yuto slightly closed his eyes, then he whispered:
"I hope it's still not too late…"
After saying this, Yuto stepped into it without hesitation, and this place with its vast starry sky… once again fell into silence.
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