Avinash immediately used the Dash . He was about to punch David, and his punch was very close to hitting him when a sudden burst of intense gravity pressure slammed him straight to the ground.


    Avinash thought to himself that ever since his ability was ranked E, the gaming window had changed significantly, incorporating all the necessary updates for skill upgrades.


    However, even after upgrading the Dash , there wasn''t much improvement.


    David said, "Nice try, but that''s not enough. You need to train your battle art a bit more. By the way, which battle art are you using?"


    Avinash replied, "Battle art? I don''t understand. Are you talking about the way I fight?"


    David realized something. "It seems you people haven''t started learning battle arts yet. Battle arts are similar to martial arts. They define your fighting style, especially if you use specific techniques with weapons or bare hands, designed to fight using mana. These are called battle arts."


    "Not everyone can unlock abilities, but everyone possesses mana. That''s why special fighting techniques were developed, keeping this in mind. These techniques were created by none other than the ancient High Humans."


    Avinash asked, "I have a few questions. What is this intelligence rank? Because all of our ranks are low."


    Yawning, David replied, "It''s the capability of your brain. It''s not related to being smarter or more cunning; it''s simply a factor that measures how capable your brain is in interacting with mana."


    "If your rank is high, you can use your mind to move objects around, create pressure, registrants for abilities, and other similar things."


    "If your questions are over, let''s start training in 3x gravity. Don''t expect to get away with this."


    Exhausted, Avinash said, "Not again!" He cursed internally, thinking, Enough already! What''s next? Are you going to turn me into a Super Saiyan?


    Xavier, trembling with fear and dripping with sweat, said nervously, "Excuse me, don''t you think this is too much training? You should rest."


    At that moment, his whole body was shaking with fear, and standing before him was a monster—a literal monster.


    Aniket laughed and said, "No, no, no! Training is absolutely necessary. I could do this all day!"


    A trainer observing from afar gulped and thought to himself, Thank goodness I''m not his trainer.


    In front of Xavier hung a bell, just slightly below the area between his legs. Aniket, holding his gun, was trying to aim at the bell. If his aim missed even slightly, it would mean Xavier''s future children were in danger.


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    Xavier, trembling with fear, muttered to himself, I was insane to believe Victoria''s words and come here to train him properly. I should''ve realized on the very first day that I couldn''t handle this. Oh God, please save me!


    The gun fired. Xavier shut his eyes tightly. Unfortunately, Aniket''s aim was either off or he missed deliberately. The bullet passed just below both his "bells," missing by a mere 0.5 cm at most.


    Xavier froze in terror, standing like a statue. A fragrant smell spread all around. His white pants were now wet.


    In his state of fear, Xavier didn''t realize what he had done until it was too late. When he finally came to his senses, everyone was staring at him. The attention of the entire training ground was now on him.


    Aniket, with a mocking tone, said, "Instructor, if you need diapers, I sell those too. Do you want some?"


    Then, holding his nose, he added, "Next time, don''t wake me up from my sleep. I''m going back to bed now."


    Xavier stood still like a statue, his dignity, reputation, and pride destroyed in a single moment. And all because he had disturbed someone''s sleep for training.


    He noticed a few maids in the distance, looking at him and laughing while whispering to each other. At that moment, he wished he could just disappear into the ground.


    Later that evening


    Aniket exclaimed, "What do you mean the Demon Queen is coming? All the guys have gone crazy and are waiting eagerly at the door!"


    Alice replied, "Yes, they were saying she''s a succubus. One of the Five Demon Lords, currently acting as the Demon Queen in the absence of the Demon King."


    Aniket immediately started fixing his hair and said, "Let''s go, let''s go quickly!" He conjured a bottle of perfume with his hands and began spraying it all over himself.


    Alice, shocked, said, "What''s gotten into you all of a sudden? Just a while ago, you were saying, ''To hell with the Demon Queen,'' and now..."


    Still adjusting his appearance, Aniket replied, "Because she''s a succubus—I mean, one of the most powerful beings in the world! Opportunities like this don''t come often. Let''s go quickly!"


    "I can''t wait to see her huge... power."


    Alice, growing irritated, said, "I know exactly what you''re trying to say, and I know which power you''re talking about."


    A little while later


    Vincent Griffin stood at the castle gates, awaiting the Demon Queen''s arrival. A long red carpet had been rolled out in her honor. Everyone present had their own thoughts about the event, each one filled with anticipation.


    The soldiers were boiling with anger as they stood there, unable to tolerate the fact that they were welcoming their greatest enemy. The same enemy who had repeatedly attacked their cities, killed millions, and left devastation in her wake. Yet today, they were here to greet her.


    The servants and maids were visibly anxious. One mistake in their work, and they could end up being killed by the Demon Queen herself.


    On the other hand, the young heroes were unusually excited. Each had prepared meticulously, hiding their true intentions under various excuses. No one could question why they were present—everyone had their own reasons.


    Aniket stood in front like a perfect gentleman.


    Watching him, Alice thought to herself, This lazy pig—when did he suddenly turn into a chameleon?


    Aniket whispered, "She''s coming." As the shadow of someone stepped through the doorway, the look on Aniket''s face became priceless. His expression carried shock, disappointment, and despair, all at once.


    The Demon Queen appeared strikingly masculine. Her face radiated the aura of a sigma, chad, and alpha male combined. A slight beard adorned her face, with black lipstick smeared on her lips. Her physique was intimidating enough to make even the most seasoned bodybuilders blush with shame. She stood exceptionally tall, with horns on her head, wings on her back, and a tail swaying behind her.


    Alice looked at the Demon Queen, then turned her gaze to Aniket''s face, barely able to suppress her laughter.


    She said, "Truly…huge indeed." Then she burst into laughter, struggling to say, "If you want, I can compliment you in front of her."


    Aniket''s eyes welled up with tears, his heart ached, and his mind was consumed with despair. The same could be said for some of the other young men standing there, who were drowning in the pit of utter hopelessness.


    Meanwhile, the Demon Queen thought to herself, Finally, someone who can inherit the Demon King''s bloodline. No matter what, I will take him back with me, even if I have to destroy an entire kingdom to do so.


    Vincent Griffin knelt on the ground, placing his crown at her feet. "Welcome, Demon Queen," he said.


    The sight made the blood of everyone present boil with rage. Many couldn''t bear the humiliation. While there was a formal treaty between the two species, the demons'' superior strength had always made them look down on humans as weak and inferior beings.


    Vincent Griffin, however, was scheming internally. Just a little more time, and soon all species will bow before us. The demons will pay for this humiliation tenfold.


    His gaze shifted to the young heroes standing nearby, who were visibly stunned.


    In their hearts, seeds of hatred against the demons had begun to take root.


    Vincent Griffin thought, At least pretending to be righteous in front of everyone has served its purpose.