After a few minutes of the crowd being silent, it went back into absolute chaos.

"Okay… Spencer, you lost the bet… You know what that means… Now pay up and leave!" Mason said to the ghost-like spencer who was on his knees next to him.

"P-please my lord… Have mercy… It will never happen again… I promise you… This was all one big misunderstanding..." Spencer said, a river of tears falling down his face, crawling over and kissing Mason's shoes like he was a dog.

"Get the fuck away from me you dirty pig! I don't want your germs on my shoes!" Mason said in disgust, kicking him in his fat stomach with such immense force that it broke several bones and made him feel like his soul left his body.

"Take him away men! The sorry sight of this pig disgusts me!" Mason ordered, looking down at the unconscious Spencer in disgust.

"Hey, Brandon… Would it be possible to call off the bet? I really need that money!"

"Were you the one that rigged it! Scammer!"

"Just call it off man!"

People started complaining left and right to Brandon Nier, a tall, black haired middle aged man, the person who set up the bets.

"Everyone calm down! I'll think of something!" Brandon nervously said, trying to appease the masses.

"Father… That kid down there disgusts me… He's so weak yet he thinks of himself so big! Not to mention that he is an orphan nobody! Such a man does not deserve to be with the beautiful young mistress of the esteemed Griffith household. It should have been me!" Said a young man with an uncanny resemblance to his father, with clear disgust in his voice, walking down the steps of the stands.

"Wait! Damian! Don't do anything rash! I beg you! Don't be stupid or else I'll make you regret it!" Brandon screamed at his son who seemed to be not listening to him at all, trying his best to stop him by force only to be blocked by the massive amount of people trying to ask for their money back.

"Hey! New kid! My name is Damian Nier, part of the esteemed Nier family! That was some match! I commend you for it! But how about we make another bet? It seems like you were hiding your powers and have taken us for fools! You had the perfect counter to Leon's ability! So, how about you challenge me instead to prove your worth! If you win, me and my family will double whatever money you made. But, if I win, you will return all the money you won with an extra 50% to all the people that bet, and, you would be kicked out of the mansion to never be seen again! So, what will it be!" Damian screamed at Moby from the crowd, clear arrogance and confidence in his voice, making the crowd go wild in excitement.

"Yeah! Challenge him! Prove yourself new kid!"

"Do it or you're just a pussy who only takes fights he knows that he was guaranteed to win!"

"Okay, Damian, before I accept your proposal, I would like to ask your power-level," Moby asked a rhetorical question as he already knew what the answer was.

"20,010!" He replied, puffing his chest out in confidence.

"Your power level is almost 8000 more than mine! How the hell would that be a fair fight! I have no reason to accept your challenge! I am not retarded enough to do it!" Moby confidently replied.

"Ha! Well, it's not my fault you're so weak! That's how life is, nothing is fair! How can someone like you be strong enough to protect young miss Jayden in her time of need!? Pathetic!" Damian replied.

"Stop your yappering! I am under no obligation at all to accept your challenge! Now, pay me my bet money and leave me alone!" Moby said in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Pussy! Just challenge him! What's wrong with that!"

"No balls at all! And you call yourself a man!"

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Mason shouted, making everyone in the stands stop talking.

"If that was your own son being challenged by a person a whole 8000 power level stronger than him, would you let him participate!? Would you scold them for not wanting to fight when they know they are walking into a losing battle? A true warrior chooses their fights wisely! They are no coward for avoiding fights they clearly know they are going to lose! If anyone has any objections! I would love to hear them!" Mason shouted to the still silent crowd before sitting down.

'What the hell! Fight him pussy!' Moby heard Avilia's voice ring in his head, something he did not at all expect to hear.

'What! Are you crazy! I am 100% going to lose if I do! Even if I use my sin mode, I think I would only be equal or maybe slightly better than him. And there is no way in hell I am revealing my sin mode in front of such a large audience under any circumstances!' Moby replied with no hesitation at all.

'Those are just petty excuses! What kind of demon lord runs away from a fight! Especially when the opponent is talking such mad shit about you!' Avilia said in an angry tone.

'Well! How do you expect me to win this bet? Can you give me some special power? Pull something overpowered out my ass? Because if not then I don't see how I can do this!' Moby replied with clear annoyance.

'I don't know! You figure it out! I am not giving you shit!' Avilia replied.

'Then I am not fucking doing it! I would rather be a pussy than a dead and broke demon lord!' Moby retorted.

'Uggghhh! Fine! I will give you some incentive to do it!' Avilia said in frustration.

STOP BEING A PUSSY!

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Details: Stop being a pussy and start thinking and acting like a true demon lord! Win the bet against Damian Nier and become even richer!

Conditions to complete: Accept and win the bet with Damian Nier

Time limit: 5 hours

Rewards: +300 stat points to the user.

+150 stat points to the user's servants

Skill "Air Steps" +1 level

Skill "Drain" + 1 level

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