Cain was actually very pissed. His jaw clenched so hard he wanted to bite something. His brow twitched. His eyes narrowed in pure irritation. His wife—no, his big titty wife, Ivira—had actually figured everything out.
She solved the crisis.
She prevented the Lycannis Family from being attacked.
She stopped the Crimson King from turning on the Moonshade Clan.
She shut down every path Cain had planned to use as an excuse to make them disdain him.
She fixed everything.
And now Cain had no leverage.
And to make things even worse, this parasitic bastard—this slime-brained piece of demonic trash—dared to leap toward him. Out of everyone in the room, out of all the weaklings it could have possessed, it dared select him.
Him.
An Overgod.
Cain's eye twitched harder.
In his mind, he muttered, Perfect. I'm pissed, and someone delivered a punching bag directly to my face. Fine. Come here, you slime infested shit!
The creature was already mid-air when Cain lazily raised one hand.
Everyone—literally everyone—expected Cain to be tackled. To be overwhelmed. To be slammed into the ground and possessed.
Only Ivira stared with shining eyes, as if she was watching history unfold.
"I want to see him fight…" she whispered inside her mind. "If he fights, then everything he claimed is true. He really was an Overgod in his past life. He really did travel back in time. He—"
BANG!
A sharp, thunderous crack blasted through the hall.
Every maid flinched.
Every slave ducked.
Ivira gasped.
But Cain… didn't move an inch.
He didn't even lower his hand.
He simply stood there, looking bored.
The others slowly turned their heads, because the sound didn't come from Cain's direction.
It came from the other side of the room.
The parasite had been blasted away. No, it wasn't just thrown back. It was splattered against the stone wall, its twisted humanoid body half-flattened, arms and legs spread out like a broken bug. The marble behind it spider-webbed with cracks.
The creature's hollow eyes widened.
All the maids froze.
All the slaves couldn't help but stare.
Even Ivira stopped breathing.
"What…?" one of the maids whispered.
"How…?" another muttered.
Cain curled his lip arrogantly.
"What's so surprising?" he asked. "You're weak."
The creature trembled. Its body rippled like boiling tar. Its mouth opened wider than before, teeth stretching and bending. Rage filled its empty sockets.
"You cave-dweller!" it shrieked. "You dare humiliate me?!"
Its arm rose and from it, mana erupted. Yellow-green energy gathered in the palm, swirling like poisonous vapor.
A magic crystal made of infestation mana condensed above its hand, forming a sharp, pulsing symbol.
"Infestation Magic—Spore Stings!"
The crystal burst. Dozens of thin, needle-like strands shot out, each filled with corrosive mana. They flew straight toward Cain, buzzing through the air like angry insects.
The blood maids screamed.
Ivira reached out.
The slaves ducked.
Cain only smirked.
He snapped his fingers.
An almost gentle soft click.
But the effect was fast.
The stings withered mid-air, their mana died, their form collapsed, ultimately, they all turned into gray powder and drifted down like ashes.
Cain sighed. "Useless. I already devoured your mana properties earlier with blood magic. Now every infested magic you cast becomes dust before reaching me."
The parasite froze.
Its empty eyes shook with fear.
"H-how…" it whispered. "How did you do that? My mana realm… is above yours. You're only in the Blood Infusion Realm. A fourth stage ant. How did you… how did you erase my spells?"
Cain lifted his chin.
"A dying insect isn't worthy to know."
Inside, he snorted.
Of course your mana realm is higher. And who cares? Blood magic in this low-level world can break or surpass realms if the blood magic is too powerful and me, an Overgod, have plenty of that. Even that trash Crimson Blood King and that Demon Emperor Chimera Ant or even a hundred of them would die from one of my spells easily.
A wind brushed across the hall. The parasite's body started shaking. Suddenly and slowly, its skin dissolved and slowly, its limbs melted into fine black particles.
"No… no… NO—!"
It reached out but its fingers crumbled.
Its torso caved in and collapsed.
Its face melted into dust.
Soon nothing but black sand made from its body scattered on the floor.
The creature vanished.
Cain dusted his hands together, feeling pure satisfaction.
Finally, a stress reliever. This Overgod feels great again.
He stretched his neck a little.
Although the Moonshade Clan won't die like in my past life, that weakling Demon Emperor will still cause trouble eventually. Whatever. They'll handle it, I'll just wait.
Then he stopped and his eyes widened in shock.
Eh?
Because he noticed, everyone—every maid, every slave, and especially his wife—was staring at him with their mouths open, their jaws almost touching the cold hard floor.
Cain slowly looked around.
All eyes were on him.
The blood maids had dropped their brooms.
The blood slaves had their jaws slack.
Ivira stared at him with wide, glowing eyes.
"Oh, shit," Cain thought. "I showed off."
Ivira stepped forward.
"Husband," she said softly, "you killed a Condense Infestation creature… with one move. How?"
Her voice trembled. But her heart trembled harder.
Because she finally found the answer she's looking for. A hard proof that his inner thoughts were all true.
He's an Overgod. He really is. He's not bragging. He's not bluffing. I understand now that he's not the weak husband I used to know, he's now a terrifying entity. I must not offend him. I must treat him well. I must… I must never become his enemy.
Her cheeks flushed with fear and awe.
"My husband…" she whispered inwardly. "You are too strong…"
The blood maids whispered among themselves.
"Sir Cain… is powerful?"
"But he was supposed to have no talent…"
"Then how did he kill it so easily?"
"Is he… hiding his strength?"
Cain felt his soul leave his body.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK. I'm screwed. This is what an Overgod habit gets me. Killing monsters in front of audiences without a care in the world like it's normal. I just went back in time, I need to learn how to pretend to be weak. I need to fix this habit.
He lifted both hands.
"Everyone calm down," Cain said quickly. "It's not what you think. That parasite was already weak. Disoriented. It had just left Rivik's body. Its mana wasn't stable. I just took advantage of it. That's all."
Ivira blinked. "But you—"
Cain raised a finger.
"Let me explain."
He cleared his throat. Then he unleashed the longest, most shameless explanation he could think of.
"You see, when a parasite exits its host, it suffers instability. Its mana flow becomes messy. Its infestation core is displaced. It can't fully control its abilities. In that brief moment, even someone weaker can counter its attack with the right knowledge. I used blood magic not to overpower it, but to disrupt its unstable core. Once disrupted, its spells crumble. It's basic parasite theory. You learn it in old vampire medical scrolls. Any vampire with good reaction time could have done the same. Really. It wasn't strength. It was technique. Timing. And luck. Lots of luck. Immense luck. Ridiculous luck."
The blood slaves nodded slowly.
"Oh… so it was weak already…"
"I see… that makes sense…"
"It just got out of Master Rivik's body…"
"No wonder its mana was unstable…"
Cain nodded rapidly. "Exactly. Exactly. I just reacted fast. That's all."
The blood maids whispered.
"So Sir Cain isn't secretly powerful?"
"He just got lucky?"
"Ah… then everything is normal."
Cain smiled stiffly.
Inside, he screamed.
Yes, yes, think that! Please think that you bloody fools. I beg you! Don't think I'm strong! Don't think I'm a monster! Please! I just want to be lowkey, so I could leave peacefully.
Then something thumped in his chest.
A strange sensation.
A jolt.
He froze mid-breath.
His eyes slowly looked down. When he saw who it was, he couldn't help but freeze. "Wife?"