And yet, not even for a single second did he believe his own theory. There was no way the gang would be that dumb, there must have been some underlying catch to everything that was going on yet he was still unsure. The only thing he was certain of was that they somehow planned to use Abby to lure him into another trap, or trading his own freedom for hers.

Moby once again closed his eyes and took a deep breath to clear his mind and calm himself down, taking in the fresh scent of the forest that was surprisingly pleasant since HikariYami had barely drawn any blood during her fight.

He gripped his right hand tightly, clear resolve in his heart, moving his gaze back towards his fallen comrades with deep yet mellow slits in his eyes, promising himself once more to both save Abby and make the entire gang pay for their actions.

He needed to organize his own gang of demons and plan accordingly. He did not care what it took, he was more than willing to make as many sacrifices as necessary in order to reach the most favourable outcome.

But to do that, he needed information now more than ever, and he knew just the way to do it…

[ System Alert! ]

[ You Have Created a Demon Juggernaut! ]

[ A New Demon Has Joined Your Household (House of The Blissful Demon) ]

"Perfect timing…" Moby mumbled in a low voice, a calm yet devilish smile on his face with a glint of satisfaction in his wide glowing eyes.

First a demon Harpie then a demon Juggernaut, they were both terms he was not at all familiar with and needed to know more about and understand. Yet, now was definitely not the time for that, promising himself to ask Avilia at a later time, along with the many questions he had been saving for her all day.

And, as though he had heard his name being called, the Harpie had come once again squealing in his ears.

'My lord, just reporting in, he just woke up and started to move, nothing else remarkable of note,' a deep, shaky yet firm voice sounded in his head, clear fear in his tone.

Ever since Moby's last display of power, Jason seemingly accepted his fate and chose the most logical choice in his situation, become a slave. Unless he enjoyed torturing himself in the most brutal and extreme of ways just to stay loyal to a gang that would now no doubt view him as a traitor, it was the only correct answer.

Yet, he was still unsure of his loyalty, if he was trying to get revenge. His emotion-sensing did not serve him much help, only showing that he was exhibiting immense fear which would have been obvious to anyone with 2 pairs of working eyes.

But for now, he needn't worry about such things, he still had 1 week to make his final decision on what he would do with his life, as well as Nags's that fell under his same circumstances.

'Good work, I'll be contacting him in a moment. Report anything notable to me and protect them both with your life, keep up the good work and I might consider keeping you alive for longer than 1 week,' Moby responded, nodding in a rather monotone and understanding voice.

'Th-thank you so much… y-your generosity knows no bounds…' He nervously responded, immediately closing his mind-link as soon as he finished his words.

Moby had left both Nags's body that was under a tree and Ray who was still anxiously waiting back at the old battlefield in Jason's care so he would be able to keep tabs on them after his eyes had fully regenerated. He did not want to risk anything happening to Ray or Nags's body while he was in the middle of his transformation and he did not have the time to babysit since at the time, he had to immediately rush over towards Alex and Jayden's location to witness and check what had happened to them.

Moby took a deep breath before speaking to Nags. The last time he and Nags talked, he was still incomplete madness so he needed a moment to prepare himself so he could give off a good enough first impression.

'It seems like you're finally awake… How does it feel to now be a demon?' Moby asked in a voice filled with superiority.

Moby's words simply led to nothing but stillness, only the sound of slight moaning and groaning coming from the other end before the calmness was just suddenly and abruptly disrupted...

'H-hmmmm Huh?! W-what happened!? What did you do to me!? Shalker! How are you in my head! Get out! I'll tear you to shreds you fucking monster! Who are you calling demon! Your kind are the tru-'

'Silence!' Moby ordered, clear authority in his tone.

He did not have time and couldn't care less about humouring him, especially in his current mood and situation. Unlike Jason, Nags had been completely unconscious when he turned into a demon, meaning that he was not forced to suffer the unimaginable, otherworldly pain and anguish that came along with it.

With Moby's orders, Nags had completely gone silent, he had the urge to scream out what was in his mind. But for some reason, his body would not at all respond.

Nags's rage and confusion grew vastly as he felt the same feeling as everyone else that had previously been in a similar situation, the feeling of invisible chains entangling, binding, and controlling his every movement.

No matter how hard he tried to resist and fight against them it would turn out to be completely futile. The more he tried the more it hurt and the tighter those chains got, there seemed to be no escape in sight.

Yet, that didn't stop him from trying. He had no idea how he was fully regenerated or who it was that took him out from behind and he couldn't care less at this moment, all he knew was that he had been training and waiting for this point his entire life, the moment where he would come face to face with a shalker and there was no way in hell that he was going to let such a chance pass him by.