**'Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion'**

Chapter 545: Chapter 544: The Devil’s Reputation

"AAAHHH!!"

For several minutes, screams echoed throughout the arena.

By the time they finally stopped...

The crowd had fallen silent as well.

Every single person felt a chill run down their spine.

At that moment, Keith stood up from the corpse on the ground.

That was...

If it could even be called a corpse anymore.

Only scattered pieces of flesh and a pool of blood remained.

They had heard stories about the Devil’s deeds.

But it seemed Keith had gone out of his way to remind them once again.

---

Back in his room...

Keith lay on his bed while his maids stood outside the door.

Jeso leaned against the wall as he spoke.

"Your ability is strong... really strong. But..."

Jeso paused as he looked at the almost lifeless Keith.

Keith had remained unconscious for three days after using his "Devil Form."

The consequences had been severe.

He had to eat enormous amounts of food just to recover his energy.

Even then, he had lost so much weight that he now looked like a walking skeleton.

"I know," Keith replied weakly.

"No, you don’t," Jeso said.

"There are people you simply can’t defeat with this power."

"So tell me..."

"What will you do when your time runs out?"

"Won’t you just become a pig waiting to be slaughtered?"

Jeso asked as Keith frowned.

Why was Jeso worrying so much?

"Does it matter?"

"Isn’t life always about life and death?"

"If I die, then I die."

"If I live, then I live."

"And if I lose, then my opponent was simply the better fighter."

Keith answered as Jeso laughed.

"Should I call this arrogance... stupidity... or stubbornness?"

Jeso asked.

"That attitude of yours will get you killed sooner rather than later."

"That..,I can accept," Keith replied.

Jeso sighed.

"Also..."

"You aren’t a beast."

"This is the First Level."

"Get along with the others."

"Now that there’s a chance for all of you to eventually leave this place, you never know when you’ll need their help."

"Make friends."

"And stop killing every opponent you face."

"Otherwise, you’ll only isolate yourself."

Jeso advised kindly.

Keith laughed.

"Well..."

"I wasn’t named the Devil for nothing."

Keith slowly sat up.

He was thin, weak, and looked as though he could collapse at any moment.

Yet his voice remained calm.

"No matter who they are..."

"If they step into that arena with me..."

"They will all die."

"Not a single one of them will walk out alive."

Keith’s eyes glowed crimson as a grin spread across his face.

If one of Void’s slaves had been present, they would have been stunned.

Keith already resembled Void in appearance.

But with that grin...

He looked even more like him.

"Well..."

"My advice..."

"Learn to control that form of yours."

"Otherwise, your little goal will never be accomplished."

Jeso said before leaving the room.

"But..."

Keith stood up and slowly clenched and unclenched his fists.

"I already can."

Keith smiled as a terrifying bloodlust spread through the room.

Remembering Leta’s screams, Keith couldn’t help but realize that he had begun to love the look of helplessness on his opponents’ faces.

Not to mention...

The thrill of taking a life.

"This Devil..."

"Will become your nightmare."

Keith vowed.

---

The days that followed proved his words true.

Keith continued killing veteran gladiators.

For a long time, the First Level witnessed death every single week.

Keith became completely isolated.

Some gladiators even gathered together to beat him.

Without exception...

They all died.

He had become a monster.

No...

A Devil.

Yes...

That suited him better.

Years passed.

His terrifying reputation, already infamous throughout the lower levels, grew even further.

Even the Arena Masters had begun to fear the boy.

No one truly knew how strong he had become.

He simply continued growing stronger.

The most shocked of all was Jeso.

Keith had completely mastered his Devil Form.

He could enter it in an instant while still retaining his sanity.

He simply became far more bloodthirsty.

After those years, Keith eventually secured second place on the leaderboard.

The only gladiator ranked above him was the mysterious Reaper.

But today...

The arena was about to change.

News spread throughout the First Level.

A noble descendant was coming to the arena to select a qualified personal guard for training.

To the gladiators, this was the opportunity of a lifetime.

Although they would technically become that noble’s slave...

What did that matter?

Even a noble’s slave stood above ordinary civilians.

For people who had spent their entire lives as slaves...

This was a step toward heaven.

Best of all...

Every gladiator on the First Level was eligible to participate.

They would battle one another until only a single victor remained.

That person would be chosen.

Upon hearing the news, the veteran gladiators erupted in excitement.

Even after the Arena Masters had promised that reaching the leaderboard would eventually earn them freedom...

Two years had passed.

Yet no one had left.

This became the only topic discussed throughout the entire First Level.

Finally...

The long-awaited battles began.

Veteran gladiators clashed one after another.

Only...

"And his opponent..."

"The Devil!"

The moment the announcer’s voice echoed across the arena...

The surroundings fell silent.

Even the cheers from the crowd gradually died away.

"Is he the one?"

"Yeah..."

"That monster has been unleashed once again."

"Damn..."

"Do you think he’ll bite his opponent’s head off?"

"Who knows?"

"Some even say he devours his opponents."

"Devil indeed..."

Murmurs spread throughout the crowd.

Meanwhile, in the highest private room reserved for the Arena Masters...

Two figures were seated.

One was a flawless beauty who looked to be in her early twenties.

She wore a luxurious gown inlaid with diamonds and crafted from some of the rarest materials in the world.

Her long, distinct purple hair flowed elegantly down her back, while her slightly pale skin only added to a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms.

Behind her stood a refined man with sharp eyebrows and a calm, restrained aura that silently suffocated the entire room.

At that moment...

The mighty Arena Master of the First Level, Jeso, along with the other Arena Masters, all knelt before them.

"Tell me..."

"Why is everyone so cautious of him?"

Looking at the unusually quiet crowd, she couldn’t help but ask, her soft voice spreading throughout the room.

The men present gulped as they felt their primal desires stir.

But the very next instant, those thoughts vanished as fear overtook them.

Did they not know who this was?

The Tigress of the Venota Kingdom...

One of the strongest mortal kingdoms in existence.

If they dared harbor any impure thoughts toward her...

Not only they, but their families, their bloodlines, and even the cities they came from would be wiped off the face of the world.

"Y-Your Highness..."

"It’s because..."

"He is... the Devil."

The First Level Arena Master replied fearfully.

He couldn’t help but remember the countless nights he had been haunted by nightmares of those crimson eyes.

Even Jeso, who had watched Keith grow over the years, had come to fear him.

Seeing the fear displayed by the Arena Masters, the butler standing behind the young woman frowned.

"Compose yourselves."

He spoke with clear disdain.

The Arena Masters and Jeso trembled even more.

"Interesting..."

"The Devil?"

A beautiful smile appeared on the young woman’s face.

It was the kind of smile that could enchant any man, leaving him trapped in a daze and willing to kneel before her just for another glance.

"What do you think, Devon?"

She asked curiously.

"Young Miss, I think the title is rather bold."

"But judging from their reactions..."

"It isn’t without reason."

The butler calmly analyzed.

Hearing that, she chuckled softly.

"Now..."

"My interest is truly piqued."

She shifted her gaze toward the young man who had just walked out through the opening in the arena wall.

The instant his feet touched the arena floor...

The entire atmosphere changed.

The spectators unconsciously held their breath.

Even Devon standing behind the Young Miss frowned slightly.

"What is with this strange aura coming from that slave?"

Devon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Keith.

At that moment, Keith walked forward with his head slightly lowered, his bare upper body revealing lean, rock-hard muscles that seemed to have been forged through countless battles.

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