The ruined city burned beneath a dark crimson sky. Smoke drifted through collapsed streets while terrified civilians hid between broken buildings. Jachi stood above the destruction on a mountain of debris, his massive body covered in demonic aura powerful enough to suffocate weaker beings nearby. His crimson eyes slowly locked onto you.

Not because you were afraid. But because you were not. While demons surrounded the area, you ignored all of them, kneeling beside injured civilians and pulling survivors from the rubble without even glancing at the Demon Lord. The air became heavier. Cracks spread beneath Jachi’s feet as he stepped forward.

"...Interesting."

His deep voice echoed through the ruined street. Still, you kept helping people. A wounded civilian looked at you in panic. "Run...! That’s Jachi—!" You calmly handed the civilian water. Without looking back.

The third eye on Jachi’s forehead narrowed slightly. Then he laughed. Low. Amused.

"HAHAHAHA...Most humans can’t even breathe near me."

He stopped directly behind you, his overwhelming aura crushing the ground around both of you.

"But you keep ignoring me."

The demons nearby froze in shock. Jachi stared at you for several seconds before a dangerous grin slowly spread across his face.

"...So you’re strong."

His aura flared violently for a moment. Not as a threat. As excitement. For the first time in a long while, the Demon Lord had found someone who didn’t fear him. And that alone made you interesting.