Xaren got ara pair of ented clothes, and they even gave him boots too, ending his barefoot days.
He did gain a few injuries from stepping on broken bdes during the earlier fight, but those were all healed when the High-Rank demon in charge of Xaren’s division waved his hand and cast AOE healing Bck Magic.
It wasn’t full body armour; A piece to cover his torso, shoulder pads, forearm and shin guards, and partial armour c his joints.
The sword they gave him, was clearly of much better quality than the previous standard issue bde.
“Elven runes…Crazy!”
Ihey had given him a Runebde.
The sword inated from a high-profile elf from this world who had been killed before Xaren had e out of his co. But although it was a Ruhe on was crafted for an elf whose level was below 200.
As such, the Mid-Rank demon who acquired the sword couldn’t use it since Mid-Rank demons were all Levels 700-899.
The sword was useless to him so it was just lying around gathering dust, literally. Xaren had to use a rag to the dust off the bde.
When the Mid-Rank demons were issuing rewards, the one who had the bde remembered it and tossed it to Xaren. "Take this as part of your reward," he said dismissively.
It was useless to him, but to Xaren, it might as well be gold.
After gaining his on and armour, Xaren didn’t hesitate to put them on, and when he g his refle created by a silver shield lying around, he felt he really looked like a soldier.
‘A child soldier, that is.’
This was the first time Xaren roperly looking at his neearance, as he had been busy trying to survive and learning his Skills to bother in the past 2 weeks.
His skin was as grey as he remembered, and his body was short yet well-proportiowo small horns protruded from his forehead, curving slightly backward. His facial features carried a hint of childishness, and his dark red eyes gleamed with a mixture of curiosity aermination.
‘Oh, it looks like someone just ged my skin colour to grey.’
His face didn’t look much different from his previous self. If he had to say, his looks were even more refihan he remembered himself having as a child.
Just as he was cheg himself out in the mirror, a voice rang out from behind him.
“Oh, looks like you survived.”
A rge shadow was cast over him and Xaren turo see the fire demon Floch standing behind him, holding a giant ball of bck light that made Xaren’s stomach rumble.
Floch put the ball of light into a magic pouch hanging from his waist, before leaning in to observe Xaren closely.
“Since you survived, it means you’ve passed the first sele.”
“…sele?” Xaren asked cautiously.
“You’re a smart one, so you should have realised what’s going on here,” Floch replied, crossing his arms. “Tossing you all into this battle was to see how ready you are to fight at any given moment. It was also to pit you against the oppos you’d be fag off iure, and to weed out the useless ones amongst you lot.”
Xaren had the question of them sidering that not everyone was born to be a fighter, and there could be some promising supports or many other useful occupations that had died sihey were sidered ‘useless’, but he kept his thoughts to himself.
The demons had their way of doing things, and one unranked demon’s words weren’t gonna ge them.
He was more ed with himself. From the words of the High-Rank angels earlier, this world was a Lower World.
Worlds/Ps had rankings. There were Lower ones and Higher ones, which were sometimes called Sedary and Primary ps.
Higher Worlds were worlds with higher quality ambient energies, and strravity and the existences living on those worlds were alser than average.
These worlds existed to aodate powerful beings like the Demon King from earlier.
It was the Universe’s way of saying ‘Hey, I made this world strong enough for you to go wild on, so don’t go to Lower Worlds you could destroy on act and cause trouble there.’
Lower Worlds had lower power limits, meaning beings above a certain level of power coulder lower worlds without either sealing their powers or being kicked out by the world’s defensive ws, and Causality.
One of those defensive ws was the ‘Repulsion Law’, which created what was known as the ‘World Repulsion Force’. It was what had tried to keep Gazer out earlier, and though the Demon King was able to destroy it, he had limited his strength greatly so he could ehe atmosphere.
In a higher world, he wouldn’t o gh all that stress.
The ambient energy pressure on higher worlds was strong enough that if one wasn’t born there and tried to enter from outside, they wouldn’t be able to withstand it uheir level was high.
As far as Xarehe World ranks were: Lt;Middle>High and he’d heard a General mention the existence of a ‘Prime’ world before.
‘But anyway, this Lower World doesn’t seem to be the kind of pce where the demons would train their promising forces…’
Xaren’s skill level in his past life was certainly above average, which was impressive sidering he was self-taught. But if he wao bee a Demon King, he needed more than that.
‘I also o learn pric too.’
If the demons saw him as promising and decided to i in him, he would most likely be taught prid more advanced fighting skills which would be greatly beneficial.
Returning his focus to Floch, he asked hesitantly.
“…um, how do I address you…Sir?”
“?”
Floch looked at Xaren in fusion for a moment, before uanding dawned on him and he burst out ughing.
“Pfft…this kid. I couldn’t be bothered about that. I’m just a Mid-Rank.
But if you enter a High-Rank demon, you gotta be VERY respectful. Every High-Rank demon you see is a ‘Sir’.
Repeat after me; Sir!!”
“Sir!!” Xaren echoed quickly.
“That’s the spirit!”
Floodded approvingly. He then leaned closer, carefully sing Xaren’s energy to estimate his level.
“You’re…level 60? 70?”
“65.”
“ht in the middle. How many angels did you kill to go up nearly 15 levels? I know they give us more EXP, but it must have been a lot to increase that mu one jump.”
Floch’s words revealed something that Xaren wasn’t aware of before, that demons got more EXP from killing angels. The reverse was also the case, and this was one of the many reasons behind the etery betweewo races.
Demons saw angels as feathered EXP packs, and the angels saw the demons as malevolent EXP packs.
“What are you doing, Floch?”
Another Mid-Rank demoness approached after seeing Floch, and Xaren reized her as the one who had given him the ented clothes earlier.
“Oh, isn’t this that one from before? He’s Level 65 now,” she observed.
“Yeah, I was just asking how many kills he racked up,” Floch responded, grabbing Xaren by the arm and effortlessly lifting him as he tinued.
“He seems like he has promise so I’d pick him up and keep him around.”
*KPAK!
The demoness spped the back of Floch’s head as she reprimanded him. “He’s not a pok*mon you idiot, put him down.”
Floch, startled, released Xaren, who nded ba the ground with a slight stumble. She then shifted her focus to the more important task.
“The High-Ranks are calling us. Let’s go.”
“Oh, okay.”
Floch responded and then fpped his wings to prepare for flight, only to remember he didn’t know what Xaren’s name was.
Turning back, he asked.
“What’s your name, kid?
Don’t be an idiot and tell me everything, just pick a segment to use.”
The fire demon remembered some unranked demons beginning to call out their full true names when he asked them this before and sighed as he warned Xaren.
Naturally, Xaren already knew not to tell his full true name and just gave the five-letter name he had retained from his past life.
“Xaren.”
“Xaren, huh? I’m Floch. Hopefully, you don’t die in the ing battles and successfully bee a low rank.”
With that response, Floch fleith the demoness.
As the fire demon vanished beyond his field of vision, Xaren silently pondered his words.
‘He said ing battles. Plural. That means this is just the beginning.’
Sure, they were trying to weed out the newborn demons without potential, but even if one showed promise, there was another requirement to be taken out of this Lower-Level battlefront world.
He had to reach Level 100 and bee a ‘Low-Rank’ demon.
