Transcending Realms With My Leveling System As A Demon-Chapter 73: Emilia’s A Niece???

Zylus walked inside, and the bar behind him slammed shut. Insects crawled around the corners of the stone walls across from the metal widened bars, which a prisoner would not been able to escape from.

Bang!

"I’ll come back when your duel begins, and drag you into the stadium."

"Alright," Zylus replied to the guard who took him here, as he walked to the right.

"So," Zylus walked inside, a tiny fire sparked to keep the place lit, and with a bed on the right of them was all there was. No sink, no mirrors, no windows, just one bed, and some leftover rations, like bread with a small cup of soup.

He had shakled cracked chains that held his hands together, but for some reason, Zylus didn’t get any.

"What crime did you commit to get in here?" Zylus asked, sitting on top of the bed as it made a large thumping noise.

"Watch the bed," the jacked individual with shackles tied around his hand said, sitting on the floor, "I got framed." He answered Zylus, but not a result he would expect.

"Happens a lot," Zylus added, "and by the looks of it, you can’t do anything about it."

"How about you?" The man continued, "What did you get put in here for?"

"Me?" Zylus kept his mask on, "Nothing in particular, I just tried killing the next in line to become the queen of the Scorce family."

The man looked upwards, angered, he got up, his eyes glared with a darkened aura, "You dare try killing my niece?!"

"Niece?" Zylus grinned underneath the mask, "I would never."

"Grrr." The guy growled, rushing towards Zylus with a glass bottle. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Too slow," Zylus whispered, rapidly appearing around his back, putting the other guy in a headlock. "Are you the strongest they have to offer?"

"Ehrhr-," he shook, trying to shake Zylus off of him, but he didn’t have enough strength even with his abnormal biceps, "who- are you?"

Zylus slammed him onto the floor without any real effort. The man’s face bled below; the stone was too hard to crack, but his face bled. Zylus didn’t do it hard enough to make that man face any severe consequences, just something light.

The worst thing that happened to him was a chipped tooth, nothing that terrible.

"Fuck!" He screamed, "I see, you can let me go now."

"That’s all?" Zylus wondered out loud, pulling his hand back as the man started getting up effortlessly, "What’s your actual name, not ’034’? And Emilia’s your niece?"

This wasn’t adding up to Zylus, not much at all, to be fair. 034 sat back down on the bed, putting his head down disgracefully, "Yeah, I am. And Emilia... she is."

He scratched his back, "Name’s Rilik. Rilik Scorce."

"Name’s Noelle," he leaned forward, putting his hand out respectfully, "Noelle Crucifix."

"Sounds noble, you come from nobility?" Rilik asked calmly, leaning his bald head onto the hard mattress.

"Why would I be here if I did?"

"Well," their gazes matched tightly, "I am."

Zylus giggled under the mask, "What’s funny?" The man said angrily.

"S-sorry," Zylus tried keeping a cool head, "it’s j-just," he exhaled intensely, "I forgot about that."

"Anyways, Noelle," Rilik tightened his grip, scratching his right leg, "why would you go for my niece?"

Zylus’s eyes felt more menacing to Rilik, "You’re weaker than me," he said. "I ask the questions, not you."

"Okay, ask away."

Rilik was very lenient; he wasn’t trying to make a hassle against someone obviously more powerful than he is.

"How do they remove our systems?" Zylus asked, wondering how each fighter goes against the others without using their systems.

"They don’t," Rilik replied, "or rather, they can’t."

Zylus’s glare tightened, leaning his back against the bars behind him.

Rilik continued, "All that it is, is that all of us are too afraid to use it. The tenth rank always watches from above; he’s the man who made this area. The individual who loves greed more than anything." He paused, "the fifth rank out of the top ten..."

The tension rose.

"Mordain Avaris. A greedy and tough individual, he does what he wants most of the time, because no one can tell him not to."

’Avaris’ comes from ’avarice.’ Literal greed, and it fits the man Mordain is, one who worships power and money over any God.

"Shit," Zylus whispered, "so if I wanted to escape, I would need to get through him?"

"That’s what you would think at first." Rilik replied, "But as long as you don’t bring entertainment to the arena, he’ll let the fodder guards fight against the ones who try to escape."

"You think I can beat him?" Zylus asked, knowing he didn’t even use one percent of his strength, "based on what you saw."

"I’m 99.9 percent sure you wouldn’t."

Zylus fixed his mask, "That means there’s a 0.1 percent chance I can." He paused, "That’s all a gambler would need."

Rilik had huge muscles, scars all over his body that were tightly stitched together, a lost eye that needed to be enclosed to not cause any more pain than it probably already had, and one green eye.

"How old are you?" Zylus continued bombarding him with questions, but Rilik conveniently followed.

"37, wouldn’t matter much to you though."

"Twelve years younger than my father, interesting." Zylus tapped his jaw curiously, "How did you get framed?"

"I can’t say," Rilik calmly said, "sorry, but that’s a no."

Zylus stared at him, stepping towards him. He lifted his jaw forward, then tucked his face in.

"Tell me, or Emilia dies tomorrow."

Zylus seemed more dangerous than he had ever, what lingered through him was more than just confidence. It was the sight of something so truthfully demonic that would aid in his new menacing approach. A technique that he would believe would suck the information out of anybody inferior to him.

Zylus face was on the right side, parallel to Riliks’. But that expression was nothing, not one that he expected.

Not him...