Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Brother. That was one word Lucifer hated deep down in his core. He hated that his brother looked identical to himself, except for their hair color and wings. He hated that he had a cursed mark, while Gabriel was seen as the 'amazing' one. Tah! Lucifer, Prince of Pride, would rather chew off his own neck than admit he was jealous of his brother. Thinking of the mess that Trickster had left him with, Lucifer's fury grew a hundred times more in his heart. He was so furious that the many bugs in his body began crawling and moving to save their own lives when feeling their host's anger. [Rotted worms]: Help… Who is the one who is making our host boil? Don't they know that we are the ones to suffer the aftermath? The worms wanted to cry but had no tears. Lucifer licked the blood dripping from his lips with a cold glint in his eyes. 'Brother, it seems you are hellbent on going against me once more. But so what? What that Trickster hid in our jurisdiction, I, Lucifer Morningstar, will find.' Taking a seat on a rock to slowly heal his injuries, Lucifer suddenly wished he could strangle the trickster to death. Unbeknownst to him, he wasn't the only one feeling this way. Beelzebub, who was far away in another world, was also having a hard time finding the Bony-finger he was sure that damn Trickster threw away in the many dangerous worlds.

Of course, what he didn't know was that the trickster was truly innocent in that aspect, since Dorian was the one with the finger.

… Back in the human world, things were beginning to curb once more, especially in the military world where men and women with shrewd minds and Brute force reigned supreme. Yes, the annual competitions were about to begin.

The Grand Golden Military Tournament was happening in Vardos Country this time. And unlike the other competitions, this one had a unique twist to it. The Vardos Country dared to call out a powerful message, provoking the rest of the world and telling them to come forth with their leaders and superiors. Many felt their intestines churning when recalling the message left by the Vardos Country. This was not a joking matter. They stated clearly that what they were about to announce was something so great, it would make the world jealous. What? Have they found a way to make a super bodysuit that makes men stronger in battle? Has the era of Iron man come? Honestly, several minds spun chaotically after getting the message. Bear in mind that the message was very vague, allowing them to come up with all sorts of theories as to why the Vardos Country is confident that even if each country brings 10,000 fighters, Vardos will still come out on top. Dammit! They must all go to Vardos this time, to see what all the fuss was about. Understand that in the competitions, most countries bring teams of 50~60, with 5 or 8 actually competing. The rest were typically there to back them up and handle any issues that arise. Everyone needs a backer. Every country must show that they were not to be messed with. Typically, the real superiors and those with big names like Old Gia, do not go for these competitions.

So you can imagine how shocking it is for the Vardos Country to risk their necks and ask for each country to bring at least 5000 people for the tournament. In their words, if they bring less than 5,000, they will regret their decision for the rest of their lives. Such a warning was enough to make many superiors narrow their gazes suspiciously. What was going on in Vardos? What was this situation about? For sure, they all felt things might not be as they seem..

Many leaders and superiors felt that perhaps there was something else the Vardos Country wished to say in secret that needed the military powerhouses and superiors to appear.

Iron man suit? Who knows… All in all, some people came with 6,000 of their best soldiers, and over 500 big shot Generals, Field Marshal's and so on. In addition, people from the Navy were also invited. Don't forget police officers. For the first time ever, Police officers were invited too. Incredible. Everything seemed like a dream. Although the superiors didn't show it, their eyes flashed with a fierce light, feeling that something was very off. This was definitely going to be a big gathering. But why? Why did the Vardos Country need so many of them in one ace? (?w?)

Many people strapped themselves in and headed straight for Vardos Country

In the many military aircrafts flying sky high, several soldiers sat facing each other. Those seated against the walls, and those in the middle rows faced them. Some were sleeping with their arms crossed over their chests and others were up in deep conversation. "Hey… what do you think it's all about?" "Tsk. Probably the Vardos Country being too proud again. That is, do they truly believe they can take us all down like the last time?" "Damn, I hate those Vardos bastards and their egos. Why must we all come running over to them if they call? Just who do they think they are?" "My thoughts exactly! I don't know what our leaders are thinking when gathering 7,500 of us to head to the Vardos Country. In the history of the world's Golden Military Tournament, when have you ever seen so many people sent at once? Really? Don't they know it makes us look weak to heed to Vardos' commands?" (?#?)

Many people were tapping away like crazy, a little annoyed by the situation at hand. That being said, a part of them still liked the idea of having so many of them go out. This way, they were definitely bound to win. They didn't care what crazy ideas those Vardos people had. They felt that they've been working hard this entire time while in their country's barracks. They felt strong, confident and so damn ready to kick ass! (*^*)

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