Iblis was just a big, huge dickhead.

Helial kept wondering why the Devil hadn't trained him within an Illusion.

After training in Illusions created by the greatest monster in the universe, would the boy still have to fear someone of one or two Phases higher than him?

Medusa? Pseudonym? They would become midges to be crushed between his fingers.

Iblis had no reason not to train Helial inside an Illusion, where time flowed so slowly that it did not perceive the passage of decades outside it. In this way, the Devil's young disciple would have had enough time and could have even overcome Pseudonym.

The reason why Iblis had decided not to choose this solution was not known.

Casting off that angry thought by shaking his head, Helial asked, "Can you generate battles out of nothing, or even allow me to relive what you've already fought?" The boy still hadn't figured out exactly how those strange Illusions worked, so he was curious to find out.

“Once you reach a certain Level, anything you want can be represented in an Illusion. However, much depends on the abilities of who creates the Illusion itself; you cannot advance indefinitely, but only in the range of knowledge of its creator."

"So I can't acquire more knowledge about the Way of ..." Helial stopped. He realized he had not yet given a name to the Way he was following.

“The principles that govern the laws of the universe are much deeper than you think. Having brought a Way to the apex also means to have, automatically, superior bases for other Ways. A person who has reached the highest level of the Way of the Sword will have fewer problems cultivating a Way of the Lance, to name but one, than a normal person. This happens because Mana permeates the principles of the universe and all the Ways are nothing but declinations of primordial matter, which is the pure and ungovernable energy of all dimensions. "

Helial narrowed his eyes, trying to analyse those words completely. Within minutes, he had received an incredible amount of information, which had completely changed his way of perceiving the world.

"So, if the Illusion's creator is strong enough, might there be enough raw material, enough substrate, to empower one's Ways thanks to the fundamental laws of the universe?" A large vein appeared on Helial's forehead, who was trying to decipher a doctrine as obscure as it was ancient.

"Yes, exactly. It is not difficult for you, since you are at the First Phase, to find Illuminations and knowledge that allow you to strengthen not only the Way you follow, but your Mana Path too. "

"Can we relive all the battles you've fought, then, or maybe even more, choosing the strength of the warriors?" Asked Helial, his eyes similar to a hyena's.

The King could not help but shiver seeing that ravenous expression, as if saliva were drooling from Helial's jaws because of the succulent prey in front of him.

Young man, do you want to tear into my flesh and make a sandwich out of it? Why are you looking at me like that? Am I not dead already? Why does it seem like this kid intends to kill me again and rob me?

However, hiding his thoughts, Alexander simply nodded his approval, waiting for an answer that soon came.

"So can we spend almost a year fighting in the midst of huge armies and battles?" Smiling, Helial understood that there was a great chance in front of him to increase his experience.

Medusa believed she had given him only two weeks to get ready, but she was sorely mistaken! Helial had found the opportunity to train for almost a year and, at the end of it, he would have been strong enough to take that woman and turn her inside out.

A burst of electricity ran through Helial's body. It was too tempting an opportunity to miss.

Up to that moment, Helial had not found the resources available in Orma useful. Although the Clan of the Sacred Eagle was the first power in the Goblin nation, it could not meet the demands of the disciple of the most terrifying Devil in the universe.

Helial had obtained Kirin's legacy and Iblis's teachings. His expectations were now very high. He could not train with anyone or wasting time with Elixir or unnecessary resources.

Helial's goal was to build solid foundations.

He was like this. Like an avalanche slowly taking shape, he wanted to build a future that had the potential to be destructive.

He would not have wasted his talent; in fact, he would have used every single drop of it.

Helial smacked his lips ready to speak, excited about the plans he had in mind, but collapsed on the ground without warning.

Alexander was looking forward, with a strange light in his eyes and a pleased smile.

"Iblis?" Alessandro smiled.

A boy with a black fringe appeared from nowhere in front of the King. He turned to look at Helial's motionless body and shrugged. The conversation that was about to take place was not for that boy yet. Hearing it would have been dangerous for him.

"I didn't remember you were so...young," laughed Alexander.

Iblis raised his hand in front of him, palm facing the King.

For a second, Alexander's eyes went blank and an image appeared in his mind, of a three-meter-high Devil, whose huge wingspan seemed to embrace the whole universe.

After a few moments, Alexander regained control of his mind and forcefully removed that vision.

"Ohhh, so you're that Alexander?" Asked the boy with the black fringe.

Alexander thought of what the Devil could have done if he had not been able to regain control of his mind.

Alexander got on the defensive and smiled. "Which one?"

Iblis' expression changed. Even though everyone in that Illusion had repeated his name and praised his exploits countless times, Iblis had doubted that he could really be one of the most powerful beings who had inhabited the universe. Now that he had shown him his power, breaking a mental attack in an instant, he was finally convinced.

“Well, I have heard the most incredible news ever spread about him. The birth of the great Alexander is said to have been announced with lightning, which broke out together with a thunder never heard before, and struck his mother's womb. And it is also said that a huge fire announced his coming to this world, turning the Clan of Artemis, who had come to be his midwife, to ashes. Ah, she deserved it. That old hag nearly killed more than once, before I could tear her soul to pieces. She was one of the few survivors of the Age of Chaos. "

Alexander remained silent. He looked at the boy in front of him with great ardour and admiration.

And Iblis reciprocated with equal feeling.

“When he was born, the great King of Madonia, Philip, had just conquered an enemy planet, one of the army generals had defeated the inhabitants of Illi in a great battle and Madonia had won one of the most important competitions on the planet. Born within three victories, anyone who tried to read in the future of that infant with various Divination Techniques knew that it would be invincible.

"So I ask you: are you the same Alexander whose name echoes among the big wigs of Life and Destruction like thunder that has never seen an end?" asked Iblis with a solemn look on his face.

Alexander peered at the boy with his eyes of different colours. Heterochromia gave him the appearance of a demon.

“All eras have someone great to remember. It's a pity that often only memories remain of them,” observed Alexander bitterly.

The Devil's pupils narrowed.

"Yes, I'm that Alexander. I am that Alexander as much as you are that Iblis. Over a certain level, our Souls become almost indestructible, even if there's no chance to come back to life. Although I have always been sealed here, I have been able to get information. My dear friend has often travelled the universe to bring me news of the external events.” Alexander patted Bucephalus’s powerful neck, who was looking at Iblis with flaming eyes, silent.

The Devil peered closely at the horse, fascinated by its elegance.

“I know that Iblis and Amaterasu fought to the last, perishing together. Or at least, that's what they say. According to others, they have only mysteriously disappeared."

Iblis sat cross-legged in the void and invited the other to do the same. A bottle of liquor appeared in his hands and two glasses began to float in mid-air. An invisible hand filled both glasses and one of them flew toward Alexander.

"The limit for slowing down time in here isn't twenty times," said the King, taking a sip of the liquor. “And you haven't used this technique yet just because you fear damaging your disciple's future. More obvious stuff?” He laughed, grabbing the cup in mid-air.