A single use of Intimidation—and fifty thousand Pigmen collapsed unconscious in an instant.
The sudden, overwhelming scene stunned even Kurayman, who had been utterly confident until moments ago.
With Kurayman's strength as a pseudo–Demon Lord, slaughtering fifty thousand Pigmen would not have been especially difficult for him.
But even so—
He could never achieve something like this.
To knock out fifty thousand monsters simply by releasing one's presence alone…That was far beyond what Kurayman himself could do.
The high-ranking Majin who had been preparing to carry out Kurayman's order—rushing forward to assassinate Ren Kuroda—froze in their tracks when they saw tens of thousands of Pigmen drop without warning.
They might be Kurayman's subordinates.They might obey his commands.
But that didn't mean they were idiots.
Putting aside how so many Pigmen had suddenly lost consciousness—
Just the sheer volume of magicules radiating from Ren Kuroda told them everything.
This was no ordinary opponent.
Horned. Red-haired. Clawed hands. Battle armor clinging to a body like a war god.In his Half-Demon Form, Ren Kuroda exuded pressure no less terrifying than Kurayman himself.
Gurumid and the others felt fear.
But fear did not grant them the luxury of retreat.
Kurayman was also known as the Puppet Master.Manipulating others was second nature to him.
And with his inherently suspicious personality, how could he not have planted contingencies within his subordinates?
The Majin who had been paralyzed by terror found their bodies moving against their will.
Under Kurayman's domination, they charged Ren Kuroda regardless of their fear.
At the front of them—
Gurumid himself suddenly raised a strange, ominous orb.
His body moved without his consent, slowly lifting the object toward his mouth.
"Kurayman-sama—please don't!I've followed every order you ever gave me!"
Gurumid—the very Majin who had named the Pig Demon Lord, as well as Gabil and many of the Jura Forest's monsters—struggled desperately.
Pain twisted his face as he fought the command forcing the orb toward his lips.
He didn't know what the jewel was.
But he knew one thing.
It reeked of disaster.
If he swallowed it—He was almost certainly dead.
No one else on the battlefield noticed what was happening to him.
Everyone was too busy fighting.
Ren Kuroda carved through Kurayman's Majin like a reaper—one strike, one kill.
And just as he had anticipated—
Among those Majin were indeed Named Monsters.
As he cut them down, Ren could feel it clearly—
The progress bar toward becoming a Demon Lord Seed was advancing.
While Ren slaughtered Kurayman's elites with brutal efficiency, Nekomata, Kaginui-Onna, and the others tore through the Pigmen like a flood, overwhelming them from start to finish.
Watching this display of power, the Dwarf King and the adventurers from the Blumund Kingdom finally relaxed.
They had heard Rimu say before that his friend Ren was strong—
But this?
This was absurd.
First, Ren had suppressed fifty thousand enemies through sheer magicule pressure alone.
Then, the troublesome high-ranking Majin—each one a nightmare opponent—couldn't even survive a single exchange with him.
And the monsters he brought with him?
Their magicule levels might not match Ren's insanity, but every single one of them was Special-A class.
If nothing else changed—
They would win this battle.
That wasn't just the Dwarf King's thought.
Seeing the tide turn, Gabil of the Lizardfolk and Treyni of the Dryads believed it too.
Unfortunately—
You don't set flags lightly.
Ren Kuroda and Mimura Rimu, as people from the modern world, understood that.
Others didn't.
And the moment they thought nothing else could go wrong—
Something went wrong.
As Kurayman's forces were slaughtered, his domination over Gurumid intensified.
In the end—
The poor Majin could not resist.
He swallowed the orb.
"With your pitiful magicule reserves, you won't be able to fully revive its true form,"Kurayman's voice echoed in Gurumid's fading consciousness.
"But even a fragment should be enough to erase everyone here."
The moment the orb vanished down his throat—
Gurumid's body began to swell like a grotesque mass of flesh.
"ROOOOOOOOAAARR—!!!"
A thunderous roar shook the battlefield.
Gurumid's expanding form finally transformed into a colossal monster—
A massive creature with enormous wings, covered in blue scales,half dragon, half shark.
And it wasn't just his body that expanded.
His magicule output skyrocketed geometrically.
By the time the transformation completed—
Its power had reached Calamity-class.
On the battlefield, only Ren Kuroda, Mimura Rimu, and the Pig Demon Lord possessed magicule levels capable of rivaling it.
The dragon-shark monstrosity roared as it ascended into the sky.
Unlike Ren and Rimu—two clueless otherworlders—
Everyone else recognized it instantly.
And despair froze them in place.
The Storm Calamity.
A legendary calamity—a spiritual lifeform that resurrects after a fixed period even if destroyed.
In theory, it cannot be killed.
The only way to deal with it…is sealing.
As a spiritual being, the Storm Calamity requires a vessel to manifest physically.
And its thoughts and actions are partially influenced by that vessel.
Before becoming the vessel, Gurumid's mind had been dominated by Kurayman—
Which meant the Storm Calamity now had a singular objective:
Annihilate everyone present.
On the ground, Benimaru, Gabil, and the others stared upward in utter despair.
The Pig Demon Lord alone had already pushed them to the brink.
Now a calamity—a natural disaster given form—had appeared.
How were they supposed to fight this?
Though classified only as Calamity-class, the Storm Calamity's threat level far exceeded its rank—
That was precisely why it was called a Heavenly Disaster.
Gurumid wasn't Phobio of the Three Beastketeers.
His magicule reserves were insufficient to fully awaken it.
Strictly speaking, this Storm Calamity was still incomplete.
But only temporarily.
Once awakened, it would naturally absorb magicules from the atmosphere until it returned to full power.
In other words—
If they were going to defeat it,it had to be now.
The newly manifested Storm Calamity looked down at the densely packed battlefield—
And without hesitation—
Unleashed Stormscale Deluge.
Countless blue scales tore free from its massive body,raining down like a violent storm at extreme speed toward every living being below.
Pigmen.Allies.Enemies.
Everyone.
The Storm Calamity attacked all life indiscriminately.
Though influenced slightly by its vessel's emotions, it remained dominant.
To it, all other lifeforms were obstacles to be eliminated.
That was why it was called a calamity.
Watching comrades fall in droves beneath the storm of scales—
Benimaru snapped.
After being named by Rimu, he had gained the power of Black Flame,and through his own mastery, forged the composite skill—
"Black Flame Purgatory".
Fury blazing, Benimaru poured massive magicules into his strongest attack and hurled it at the Storm Calamity.
But—
What happened next shocked him.
The very skill that had annihilated Pigmen with ease—
Barely scorched the Storm Calamity's scales.
It didn't even break through its defense.
From afar, Mimura Rimu froze.
There was no denying the Storm Calamity's terrifying magicule output.
But he knew exactly how powerful Benimaru's attack was.
Even Rimu himself couldn't take Black Flame Purgatory head-on without damage.
So why—
"Answer," the Great Sage responded immediately.
"The individual known as the Storm Calamity possesses the skill "Magic Interference".
"Within a radius of three hundred meters, magicule flow becomes severely distorted."
As Rimu considered how to counter such a troublesome ability—
He saw it.
A figure kicked off the ground, shattering it beneath his feet,launching himself toward the airborne calamity at impossible speed.
"Ren!That thing has Magic Interference!Magic attacks will be severely weakened due to disrupted magicule flow!"
Hearing Rimu's shout, Ren Kuroda halted mid-motion.
The demonic slash he had been about to unleash dissipated.
He calmly sheathed his blade—
And clenched both fists.
"Tch.What an annoying ability."
A grin crept across his face.
"But if it messes with magicules…"
His knuckles cracked.
"Then we just don't use them."
"We beat it to death with raw violence."