Pierce Valerius wasn't a man accustomed to being corrected by anyone. He was the golden child of the Sovereign Elite. He was bred for absolute dominance.
Seeing a slum-dwelling commoner casually delete a Demon Duke's curse didn't inspire fear in him. Instead, it inspired an absolute and irrational rage.
"You think a parlor trick makes you a threat?" Pierce snarled loudly.
The muscles in his neck bulged against the collar of his Platinum-Tier armor. He reached behind his back and gripped the hilt of a massive two-handed broadsword.
The weapon was an incredibly expensive item funded by corporations called the Star-Shatter Greatsword. The moment he drew it, the blade ignited in a roaring torrent of white-hot plasma.
"I am the Alpha of this server!" Pierce roared.
His voice physically vibrated the stone pillars around them.
"I possess the ultimate sequence! Watch, peasant, and despair at the gap between our realities!"
