My Overpowered Demon System

"Why isn’t he here?" Azrael wondered as he stared at Jack Frost and Achilles.

He had expected Prometheus to also appear, but reality had chosen to prove otherwise.

"Question," Eriksen said after observing both Calamities. "Did you accept the Calamity when the voice asked?"

Azrael shook his head in response. "I fell unconscious immediately after I killed him."

"That’s it. You need to accept within three minutes, or the Calamity would be permanently wiped. In return, though, it would give you Calamity Essence."

Azrael narrowed his eyes. "What was I getting my hopes up for?" he sighed.

"Don’t worry. I would still try to create the suppression medicine for you. Just come early tomorrow," Eriksen said, patting Azrael on the shoulder.

"Thank you," Azrael said with a bow.

Eriksen nodded.

Azrael reclaimed his Calamities with a single thought.

"By the way, is it because of how much essence your core contains that you can keep your Calamities outside for as long as you want?" Azrael asked.

He could barely sustain his own for ten minutes, and that was when he wasn’t using them for anything else.

"No," Eriksen said with a smile. "That’s another one of my inventions, a spell that makes it so the Calamity survives on its own essence instead of mine."

He smiled as he spoke.

The feeling of explaining his invention to someone seemed to be one of the most interesting things to him.

"Ohh!" Azrael gasped, nodding slowly as he understood what Eriksen had just said.

The more he learned about Eriksen’s inventions, the more terrified he became.

"Can you do something like that for me?" Azrael asked.

"Very much. It costs 700 credits."

Azrael blinked.

That was more than half of what Abaddon had given him earlier that day.

"Are you sure?" Azrael asked with raised brows.

"I understand, but you are family. I can’t charge you the actual price of 10,009."

Azrael shook his head at the clear misunderstanding.

But it had made him realize something. Eriksen was probably subsidizing the cost for him.

’Well, with greater strength, I should be able to earn this amount back,’ Azrael finally said.

He activated the connector with a thought, and the screen popped into his vision.

Scrolling through the apps, he finally saw the bank app.

[Universal Bank]

He opened it with his mind, letting it display his current balance of a thousand.

Then he saw the transfer section.

"Your code," Azrael said, looking away from the screen.

A code appeared over Eriksen’s wrist, the projection hovering stably.

Azrael scanned it, and the credits were deducted immediately.

Seeing the points add an insignificant amount to his balance, Eriksen smiled.

"Seen."

Azrael nodded, almost vomiting blood at the quick loss of money.

"Drop your token and come back in a week."

"I should leave the token with you?" Azrael asked with raised brows.

He was not sure if he wanted to risk leaving something so pivotal to him with someone.

"I will make an essence oath," Eriksen said, already initiating the oath before Azrael could speak.

"I vow that nothing happens to or jeopardizes your token while it is with me."

A trickle of essence shot out of his body into the ceiling before disappearing.

Azrael nodded when he saw this. At least, Eriksen was not going to risk dying just to steal his brother’s token.

Azrael’s token appeared in his hand, and he placed it within Eriksen’s palm.

"How do I leave here?"

"Each talisman costs 10 credits, but since you are going to be needing five, I will give them to you for 40."

Azrael almost lashed out.

"Why would you charge for entrance and exit?" he asked, trying to maintain his cool.

"I have to maintain this place, and it costs money," Eriksen sighed. "Compared to Dante or Marvin, who pay 500 per talisman, I am giving it to you cheaply."

Azrael shook his head, steeling his mind to pay and not come back to Eriksen’s place after buying all he wanted.

"I hope to see more of you," Eriksen said, handing the five talismans to Azrael.

Azrael shot him a cold and deadly glance.

Staring at the 260-point balance in his account, his heart ached.

"You are a customer, so I wouldn’t do anything even if you looked at me that way."

Azrael scoffed at Eriksen’s shamelessness.

"But why didn’t you collect any money for the Death Flame Suppressor?" Azrael asked as he thought of it again.

Eriksen had collected money for everything except that.

"Well, I have never attempted to create anything to counter the Flame of Death, so I can’t say for sure if I will create anything. Moreover, take it as the reward I promised you two years ago."

A flicker of surprise crossed Azrael’s face. He had thought Eriksen would brush the reward off because of how long it had been.

’At least he has a shred of humanity left within him.’

"Oh, in case you ever need it, I have a luxury car for sale," Eriksen said quickly.

"The car can move as fast as you want as long as you are willing to burn soul cores. It drives by itself, can become invisible, can cross dimensions as long as you have the coordinates, and so on," Eriksen said in one breath. "In one word, it is a combination of all vehicles in the universe."

Azrael was moved.

Everything Eriksen had mentioned was something that was going to benefit him in the future if he ever joined the Infernal Army or tried exploring by himself.

Seeing that he had piqued Azrael’s interest, Eriksen pushed the price.

"It only costs a million—"

"Don’t worry," Azrael said before Eriksen could continue.

He knew if he heard the currency, he was probably going to vomit blood.

Just then, his chest began acting up again, the pain flaring up.

Azrael groaned as he created ice over it.

"You should rest until you use the suppressor. Flame of Death feeds off its victims’ excitement at times."

Azrael nodded, wiping the stream of golden blood that had begun to seep from the side of his lips.

"So, you are not buying?"

Azrael sighed. He did not even bother to reply.

He ripped one of the talismans.

The familiar smell of perfume entered through his nostrils once again, and he was back in his room.

"He should be arrested for extortion," Azrael muttered as he

glanced through the window.

It was only darkness that lay beyond the window.