Before the G.o.d-level legions of the Profane Prince, Mortal Worlds, even those Cultivation Worlds, stood absolutely no chance and collapsed in mere seconds. As Konrad requested, instead of the usual erasing menu, Wolfgang had the earthlings taken trapped in s.p.a.ce treasures for relocation in the Ancient Crystal World.

　　 The Chthonian Realm's pacification was going without a hitch, with those scant few worlds already wors.h.i.+pping Konrad spared from harm. But little did Wolfgang expect that he would ultimately reach worthy foes! Or more precisely, one worthy foe!

　　 As they reached their next target, the legions dived into the new world's atmosphere, but were startled to see a potent force-field shovel them all back into s.p.a.ce! Instantaneously, Wolfgang realized they'd met a formidable foe. Or rather, someone possessing the "Home Game" advantage:

　　 A World G.o.d!

　　 And indeed, by the time the legions regained their balance, the 1.9 meters tall figure of a black-haired man appeared before them all. Dressed in golden armor with a fluttering cape at his back, that man nailed them all with a blazing, overbearing gaze.

　　 "Preposterous foreigners, how dare you invade the world of This Prince?!"

　　 The armored World G.o.d snarled in a booming amalgam of fury. And as his words echoed, he was pleased to see the tens of thousands of invaders gawk in disbelief. Indeed, once that man appeared, even Wolfgang couldn't prevent himself from staring slack-jawed.

　　 But this had nothing to do with the man's strength. Rather, the problem lay in his looks!

　　 "Do such coincidences really…exist?"

　　 Wolfgang openly wondered. He, better than the rest, could relate to this man's appearance because, besides the facial features, the jet-black hairs and purple eyes perfectly matched that of his boss! Indeed, that man bore at least sixty percent of similarities to Konrad's previous incubus looks.

　　 Moreover, the unconcealed demonic energies rippling from his form clearly identified him as demonkind. If not for the thought striking him as absurd, Wolfgang would have really believed that this man was one of Konrad's siblings.

　　 "What? Quivering before This Prince's might? Regretting your impudence? I'm afraid that it's far too late. Now, even if you grovel and offer wives, daughters, and mothers, This Prince won't spare you!"