Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Leviathan, the embodiment of envy, leaned against one of the glowing rock pillars, a sly smirk curling his lips. "Oh, How the mighty Lucifer falters," he sneered softly, clearly taking pleasure in Lucifer\'s misfortune.

Belphegor, the ever-lazy Sin of Sloth, let out a long yawn, barely managing to keep his eyes open. "Are we done here? This was far too much effort for nothing," he muttered, his voice as lethargic as his demeanor.

The Sin of Lust, Asmodeus, sighed, her tone exuding disinterest and mild disappointment. "What a waste. I had hoped to see this \'Heir of Ruination\' for myself."

Mammon, the Sin of Greed, clicked his tongue sharply, his golden eyes glinting with frustration. "So much effort, so many resources... all for nothing. A damn shame."

Meanwhile, Amon, the Sin of Wrath, stood in stony silence, his burning crimson eyes fixed on the distance. He scanned the horizon as if willing the target to reappear, his muscles tense with restrained fury.

Lucifer\'s gaze flicked over each of them, his expression a storm of controlled anger. "Laugh while you can," he said, his voice dangerously low, "but mark my words—this isn\'t over. The Heir of Ruination cannot escape for long. I will find him, and when I do, his power will be mine."

The air around them grew heavy as Lucifer\'s aura flared briefly, silencing any further comments. The other Demon Lords exchanged cautious glances, knowing better than to provoke him further.

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"Lucifer, do you think the newly risen Demon Lord Ruination and the Heir of Ruination are the same person?" Asmodeus asked, her voice calm but probing, trying to connect the dots.

Lucifer let out a scoff, his tone dripping with disdain.

"No," he said with conviction. "It cannot be him. He is still too weak. But I am certain he must be one of the candidates for the great legacy of Ruination—just like me."

Lucifer\'s eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as he continued,

"The real Heir of Ruination would never announce his name so carelessly. The name itself carries misfortune for the bearer in the realm outside. But that new Demon Lord Ruination..." He paused, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

"...is on my hunting list. He\'ll be dealt with at the next Council meeting. Perhaps by then, I\'ll be even closer to attaining that ultimate power." His words exuded a chilling confidence, as though he already saw the fledgling demon lord as little more than an insect beneath his heel.

But Lucifer had overlooked one crucial truth: the Ruination Extremity bows to no one, nor does it cower in fear of anything.

"You put too much effort into the Legacy of Ruination, Lucifer. Is that power really so incredible? How could it even compare to my Devour ability granted by Supreme Father?" Beelzebub asked with doubt, his voice tinged with challenge.

The others shared similar curiosity, their eyes flickering with intrigue.

Lucifer\'s gaze shifted toward the sky, his piercing eyes seemingly trying to shatter the very barriers that confined Mythraldor to a cage.

"You know nothing, twerp," Lucifer said coldly, though there was a rare glimmer of longing in his tone. "That power is unlike anything I have ever seen. It could even help me break this prison set up by those so-called gods."

"You want to help Supreme Father escape this cage?" Asmodeus asked, her calculating tone hinting at a mix of surprise and understanding.

"Yes," Lucifer admitted without hesitation, his voice carrying an unshakable resolve. "He deserves far better than this. And I—Lucifer, as his proud son—will ensure his freedom."

The others raised their brows as understanding dawned on them.

"Well, yes. We all want that, don\'t we? We will do whatever it takes to help you catch that person, Lucifer. Even if it means eradicating the entire world," Amon added with cold, burning determination, his wrathful aura intensifying as his words echoed in the frigid air.

The others nodded in silent approval, their expressions somber and unified, marking their shared resolve to achieve freedom and their Supreme Father\'s (Demon God) liberation.

However, they didn\'t know the being thwy wanted catch was on verge of ascending to Godhood. He was far beyond their reach.

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Meanwhile, Aengus sat in his domain, alone in his regular room, deep in contemplation. The weight of his next move bore heavily on his mind as he thought about how to gain those last five levels to reach the pinnacle of SSS rank.

Reaching into his storage, he took out the Divine Stone which illuminated the dark room with an ethereal brilliance. The shimmering light seemed to pulse, reflecting his conflicted thoughts.

Aengus stared at the stone in a trance-like state, his mind conjuring vivid imagery of water flowing endlessly into rivers from a vast, boundless sea in Solis.

"The Sea..." he muttered, his voice barely audible, breaking out of his stupor as the idea struck him.

Manas\'s voice rang in his mind. "Master, are you sure about this? The Sea is a vast, thriving world full of life—innocent lives, most of them harmless. Is it truly necessary?"

Aengus hesitated, his usually steadfast demeanor wavering as he weighed the cost of his actions. The vision of the boundless Sea flickered in his mind, a vast symbol of resources.

"No," he whispered, then clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. "I must do it. Power comes at a price, and there is no greater gain without sacrifice."

His voice grew colder, as if silencing the protests within himself. "This is for the greater good. The path of a ruler, a god, is never without bloodshed. If I falter now, everything I\'ve fought for will crumble."