Debt 130 - The Power of an SS-Rank Dragon
Now that the Demon Queen Ophelia stood before Ryan, the air on the dungeon's top floor felt as if it were about to crystallize.
Ryan tried to pull his hand away from the hilt of his sword once more, but Ophelia's hand, small and seemingly delicate, was like a claw of forged steel.
No matter how much strength he poured into his muscles, the bug in his own physical strength was not enough to overcome the base stats of a Demon King of that level.
'This is ridiculous. I'm supposed to have grown so much stronger, yet I can't even move my hand...' Ryan thought, feeling a sting of frustration.
Ophelia watched him with a smile that wasn't quite mocking, but rather analytical, as if she were dissecting his potential.
In response to Ryan's irony-laden question, Ophelia tilted her head slightly, her thick horns catching the dim glow of the dungeon.
