Inside the forest, Hermes was running away from the mad Tamer named Arak. He's luckily survived any attempted magical shots coming out from him.

"Kid, you have nowhere to go. Surrender and meet your maker," Arak demanded as he cast an ice arrow to his target. ​ ​

The young Don dodged the first and second arrow, and he ducked his head before the last one hit him.

"Why are you running? Why are you running away, huh? Where's your confidence now, huh? Y'know that you won't be able to escape. You're just making it harder for me to end your misery with ease," Arak complained, a cast another magic after the cooldown. "Because I don't want to die, you fuckin' idiot!" Hermes answered, hasty.

"I'm very glad, so glad that you decide to face me again. You dare to use that pitiful girl as a shield. Have a shame, you fuckin' rascal. Just die!"

Hermes jumped down bushes and hid behind the trunk of the huge tree. A large explosion of ice burst into the forest, creating a large crater in the place where it hit.

He heaved a deep breath and exhaled. Then, he resumed his escape.

"Shit, this guy is really mad. How much does he loathe me?" Hermes asked himself.

"Where are you now, Hermes? Come out, come out, you want to play hide and seek? Then, I'll play along. In the count of three, you need to dodge this attack, okay? One, two ― three!" his magic destroyed the huge rock next to his side.

Dust of smoke covered the area, and Arak washed it away with his magic.

"Hey, old man. Haha, you missed," Hermes mocked.

Arak's vein popped out from his forehead, and he rolled his eyes right and left to search for his current position.

"Child, show yourself. Fight me like a man. Is this how you fight?" he asked, angrily. "Well, yeah. You just realize it now? How pathetic," Hermes responded, sarcastically.

"W, What did you say? I'm Arak. Arak the Great Tamer. No one has ever tried to insult me like that before. Nobody dares to mock my abilities, never before. Ever. You know why? Because there are all dead. Death is the only price for my enemies. Be grateful, child. Take this honor today. You've achieved to climb up to the top one on the blacklist. Hermes Archnemesis, the last Don of the Archnemesis clan. Your death should be the end of your generation. Died because of his insulting remarks to the Great Tamer of Scily Island. How shameful, how sinful. This is how it would end," he chuckled and covered his face with excitement.

"Oh my, you're really desperate, old man," Hermes wrinkled his eyes as he heard his speech.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Hermes. One more word, I will not only cut your limbs in half, but I will tear your sharp tongue into pieces," Arak demanded. "Oh, really? Then, try it," Hermes challenged, standing up from his spot and ran away.

Arak screamed in a rage after he spotted him.

"Shut the fuck up! [Gaius Sentos!]" he seethed, a powerful spell that could turn anything into ice but anything it touch melted because of its sulfuric composition and chemical reaction.

All of his surroundings got frozen in an instant. Then, everything disappeared like nothing, leaving only an open area with nothing but to no avail. Hermes noticed the environment ain't safe to stay further, so he ran away for the fourth time before he found his position.

However, Arak noticed his presence after he inadvertently made a noise by stepping the rotten stick.

"There you are. Come here, you motherfucker!" Arak followed him.

He used his dash spell to reach him. With that incredible speed, he almost grabbed his neck, but thanks to his slimes' ability, he easily dodged his assault.

Arak clicked his tongue, and he cast his ice magic again to kill him. However, the young Don slid down on the slope before the arrows hit him. This kind of failure only made him frustrated.

"Just how long will you run away from your death? Just die," he badgered, shooting him with spiral frozen bullets.

His powerful spell could penetrate a metal barrier, and no one could escape from it. But to his surprise, the young Don easily dodged it like he's already seen the pattern of his attacks.

"Not only your body is aging, but also your attacks. This kind of assault is just a child's play for me. Anything else to show up?" Hermes bantered.

"Why you little piece of shit still moving? Why? Just fuckin' die like my victims. Take this, and this. Fuck this!"

The more he shot him, the more Hermes incredibly showed up his athleticism. All of his efforts from the beginning of his training came to fruition.

Not to mention, the young Don had a useful item called the slime which enhanced his agility and stamina. In the present common sense, every man who dreamed to have this would envy his position and they reluctantly called him a cheater.

It's a shame that he wasn't that overpowered transmigrator like the other characters in the Isekai novels, but he's apathetic about it. Not everyone was blessed with powers and born lucky.

If you're a weak and pathetic fool, then you had to work hard.

If you felt useless and stupid, then you must study the fundamentals of life and survival.

If you're lack of power and strength, exercise your body. Dream big, they said.

'The world is unfair, and I hate it. Those fuckin' geniuses and billionaires are so fuckin' annoying. These maniacs who are trying to kill me and destroy the plot are so fuckin' tiresome,' Hermes declared inside his mind.

The world didn't revolve in one person, and that's the reality of the life they said.

You didn't have to push yourself to get accepted, but all you had to do was follow your heart.

In other words, you had to adapt but try to maintain your status quo mentality.

'I don't know how to beat this guy. I don't have Justin and that fuckin' black attendant. In other words, I don't have a choice but to use it,' Hermes grimaced.

If you're not blessed with cheat ability, you must use your brain.

You didn't have to beat the enemies by yourself. Use the environment as your weapon, and you had to grasp enough knowledge about the world.

That's how the lucky bastards survived for too long.

"I guess, I'm getting closer," Hermes murmured, changing his course from the riverside to the center of the forest.

'This man is an NPC, so he should die by the hands of an NPC then,' said Hermes inside his mind.

"Master, I can sense a powerful force coming from that direction," the slime warned. "Oh, nice. We're almost there, huh," Hermes simpered.

"Master, what are you planning? That place is extremely dangerous for you to step in," said the slime, worryingly. "Good, that's good. Slime, I want you to alarm me when I'm almost one meter next to its border, okay. Don't fail me, or else your master will perish," Hermes panted. "Yes, master. But if you die, I will absorb the world with my full power," the slime replied.

"Wuhahaha, you won't escape from me, Hermes. No one has ever survived with my incredible and enormous power. No one," Arak jumped on the other side, and he cast a canon ball spell in his direction.

"Master, stop. You're already within the boundary," the slime said.

Hermes commented with cold sweat, "Fuck. I'm screwed."

The young Don covered his face after the aftershock of his power. He got thrown back against the trunk of the tree, but thankfully, he didn't get hurt at all because of his slime's power.

Arak chuckled and looked down at his current state.

"Take a look at that. How pathetic indeed. As Master Seraph said, you're nothing but a pathetic child. You don't have the courage to face your enemy nor the power to face the reality. If you're only below twelve years old, I will gladly keep you alive. I'm sure we'll enjoy our time together in the torture chamber, the seashore of death, and not only that, I will let you taste my hotdog in the bed every night. But you're already past the requirements, and the Visigoth cult wants you dead. I don't mean any disrespect nor personal agenda, but this is how the world works, Hermes. This is how unfair the world we are living in," he guffawed, sarcastically.

"Slime, can you do me a favor?" said Hermes that only both the slime and him could hear. "Yes, master," the slime answered quickly.

"Can you mimic music? A piece of terrifying boss music is what I want you to do," Hermes requested. "Oh, I can do that. But I can only mimic the sound of a piano, master. Oh, how about this? I recorded the song that Lord Justin composed. He named it a 'Vicious villain OST'. You'll definitely like it," the slime said.

"Then, do it," Hermes ordered.

"Hermes, Hermes, Hermes, the sole leader of the Archnemesis clan. The first of his kind to reach the sky and fall in hell, and the last of his generation to meet his end. How stupid it was. Nobody will witness his upcoming death, no one but only this forest. I guess, your fifteen years of living is unworthy for the historians to write down. How pathetic," he added, laughing.

Suddenly, the whole forest fell into silence. The birds flew away from the area and at that moment, Arak sensed something was about to begin. Then, C minor from the music started to play.

"Wait, what's that sound, a piano? W, What's going on?" Arak asked, confusingly.

Hermes slowly stood up from his position, and he covered his eyes. Then, he burst into laugher.

"Aw, you try so hard to impress me, Arak The Tamer," he chortled.

"W, Why are you laughing? You should be crying in despair, child," Arak exasperated. "Oh, you made the biggest mistake of your life, you fuckin' freak. You should already see this coming. Man, I feel disappoint by how stupid you are. You underestimate the power of gaming knowledge, you freak," Hermes laughed, holding his stomach.

Hermes looked up at the sky and the newspaper appeared in front of him. He caught the thin material and he checked the newest update.

"Show him the bad news, newspaper," he commanded it, and then, it rushed its way in front of the Tamer.

'W, wait, why is that thing here?' asked Arak inside his mind.

The headlines stated:

[Warning: You entered the danger zone.]

[A bisexual madman entered the Hidden Boss arena. He died by getting eaten.]

"I guess, you're time has finally come. Arak, you entertain me so well," said Hermes, removing his mask. Then, he revealed his whole face to Arak.

"Bullshit, I don't know what are you talking about, but I think you misunderstand the situation here, child. You are going to die. Right here, right now," Arak badgered, his magic spell covered his entire body with spiral snow when he cast it.

'I, I don't understand. Why this newspaper here? Why I feel like making a mistake in here?'

"You silly old man. I guess I was right. It's pretty hard to explain the situation to the idiots," he shrugged his arms and sighed. "Don't call me idiot, rascal!" Arak barked.

"You told me before that no human could kill you, right?" asked Hermes. "Yes, no human can kill the Great Tamer," Arak confirmed.

"Then, I will use that one as a substitute. Let me introduce you to the powerful entity that no top-ranking players other than cheaters could kill. The shadow eminence without a name, the one who devours the world before it's sealed away from the public," Hermes spread his arms and made a short speech.

"What the fuck are you trying to say?" Arak worried. His body sensed a terrifying aura behind his back. Then, he saw a miasma like a black smog that could be found elsewhere.

The shadows surrounding it made it looked like a fur of a giant wolf. But its form was very obscured.

"W, What the hell is that?" Arak screamed, panicky.

"I don't know. Only my junior who created that freak, though. Oh, well. Try to tame it, if you want to," Hermes shrugged his arms.

'J, junior? Created by his junior? What the hell?' Arak grimaced inside his mind.

Hermes checked the next page of the newspaper.

[Warning: The hidden boss of the Dark Scily Forest has appeared. The master must leave the danger zone before the area expands its territorial dispute.]

[Mission objective: Protect the children from the Rooters hiding in the Cave of Seerside. Make sure to never let anyone of them captured by thugs. Failure is not an option. The user will receive a heavy penalty. Reputation is at risk.]

[Status: Mission Completed.]

[Mission Objective: Make the Priestess love affection increased from 50 to 100. Failure to complete it within five days will punish the user.]

[Status: Ongoing.]

[Virus Achievement: "Jester" has been awarded to the master. The user has successfully manipulated a powerful mage into his trap.]

'Jester, my ass,' Hermes frowned.

"I'll take my leave now. Have fun," Hermes tucked his hands into his pocket.

"Do you really think you can escape? Take this!" Arak cast a spell but it got deflected by an invisible forcefield.

"What a waste of talent," Hermes sighed once again.

"How did you do it? It can't be. That's my powerful spell. How? You're not a mage though," asked Arak, angrily.

"I don't know how to explain it either, but I guess an NPC like you must learn the fundamentals of this world. This universe ain't that simple. The world itself has been created with different areas of understanding. But common sense is a must. The common logic won't easily understand by someone like you. But I will tell you this once, you fell into my trap. That this, this area is a dangerous place that you won't be able to win over. No one has ever escaped it, and this is why the fandom community created a forum to warn the players to avoid this area," Hermes explained properly.

"W, What are you talking about? Players, universe, I don't get it. Explain it to me. What's going on?" he begged. He dashed his way to grab his neck, but a powerful barrier blocked his way. He cast a lot of forbidden spells to escape, but it was futile.

"It's futile. You won't escape. Even the best players of the world with cheat abilities failed to conquer this area. Try it or leave it. You're already dead because the boss of that area you're stepping in is the most vicious existence in this world. Hmm, let's say that you fall into a large quicksand. How unfortunate," Hermes smirked.

"The boss? Is there something more powerful than the entity who protects the Dark Tree here? Are you fucking telling me that's there is another terrifying beast residing here?" Arak shrilled. "Yup, but your time has finally come to end here," Hermes heaved a disappointing sigh.

"D, don't underestimate my power, you fuckin' rascal!" Arak complained. "I ain't, but believe it or not, you're already dead in my sight," Hermes declared, smiling.

The bushes of trees shook and the dark aura was coming closer.

"Are you perhaps trying to act as a hero in this world? Remember this, Hermes. When I die, my brothers will take vengeance against you. You and your goddamn clan will meet its final end because of you!" Arak denounced.

"Oh, you're completely wrong about that. I ain't a hero of this story, but a villain. The villain who is the only man knows the most but cares the least," Hermes corrected.

The music coming from the piano started to come to its climax.

"W, what do you mean?" inquired Arak with a confused face. "Oh, well. You don't need to know. The more successful the villain is, the more successful the picture is," said Hermes, smiling. Then, he put his mask again on his face.

"Well then, it's fun to chat with you, but you're an obstacle to my whole plan, Arak. This is the end for you and the organization you're leading to. By the way, thanks for the latest information about your brothers. I take it as a good consideration for a fellow victim of this world. Farewell, fuckin' freak."

Then, the music ended thereafter.

'Good luck defeating it, bastard. You're lucky if you won against that monster,' Hermes said inside his mind and disappeared from the area.

"Hey, you fucking rascal. You really left me behind. Go for it. I don't know what kind of monster are you. But even a monster can't beat me."

A few minutes later, Arak's body covered with his blood crawled down on the grass.

"Help, help me," he cried. He lost his left eye and his right arm turned into a meat bone. "P, please, help. Help me. Have mercy. What kind of monster are you? Please don't. Don't! Graaaaagh.... Kyaaaaaa!"

Arak The Great Tamer died miserably. His body was eaten alive by the hidden boss of Dark Scily Forest. No living things had ever seen its true form, but only his victims and the God of all creation.