A f*cking trickery.
Apollo regulated his breathing to calm his mind.
Devils… They only worked from the shadows, so there wasn't much Apollo could read about them when he visited the library at the Great Serpent Cultivation School.
That left him oblivious to the fact that a Devil—true to their name—is exactly what they are: liars without conscience. They'll do anything to get what they want, without caring about morals, truth, or right and wrong. Selfish beings, driven purely by goals and desire—nothing more.
Be it in another world… these beings are known as tricksters… Did I really believe they adhered to rules? That they cared about their words? Apollo felt like a fool, despite carrying the experiences of someone at least a hundred years old.
All this power, all these new things… it clouded my mind. As Apollo thought this, he turned off the translucent holograms in front of him.
Then he stepped forward.
