I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

“…Damn it.”

After clashing with Mephisto, Yasmo Deus hid away, having fled the scene.

Her body was battered and partially disheveled from the damage taken during the previous clash.

It was inevitable. Though the body of a Mongma might as well be mist, direct interference with their magic would inevitably cause damage.

“To think that I’d suffer such humiliation at the hands of that snotty little brat. What a sight to live for.”

That runt, who once clung to the Demon King for dear life, now poses a threat to her.

Yet, more surprisingly, the source of that strength wasn’t the Demon King but merely a human man.

She watched out of cautious interest due to the organization she had recently joined, never imagining that Mephisto, having decided to abandon the Demon King, would obsess over such a person.

‘I thought you considered him merely a toy… Has that human man truly become your new object of obsession?’