Demon King Mansion.
At this moment, everything had already calmed down.
Shane and the others had all come out of the Magic Conversion Pool and put on their clothes.
As Shane dressed, he occasionally sneaked a glance at the several demons present.
Don't misunderstand, he wasn't trying to enjoy the view.
Though the scene he woke up to would, might, possibly, probably, always remain stored in his mind, unforgettable for life, Shane was more worried about getting beaten up than stealing glances afterward.
After all, he was well aware of how terrifyingly unreasonable women could be.
In such circumstances, Shane felt that reasoning such as "This isn't my fault, you were the ones who jumped on me first, I haven't even complained about being knocked out and stripped," would have no effect at all.
Thus, although he appeared to be getting dressed, he was mentally prepared to use Instant Movement to escape at any moment.
However, the demons' state seemed not so good.
They neither blamed Shane nor clung to unreasonable titles like "pervert," "lecher," "beast," nor did they beat him up; instead, they appeared to have suffered some blow, lowering their heads collectively in silence since just now, directly dressing themselves in a state of desolation, ignoring Shane nearby.
Honestly, Shane found it hard to imagine these demons showing such a despondent expression.
In his eyes, every demon present was an ebullient personality, nearly none were weak, even Milu displayed an innocent and romantic demeanor, yet fierce to the point of being terrifying when offended. When had they ever shown such despondent expressions?
Especially Sera and Chafne; one was the Demon Clan Supreme, exceptionally intelligent, the other the Alluring Demoness, charming all beings. Only others felt despondent for not receiving her favor, while she was always composed; even Shane extracting something from her... ahem, had never caused such an intense despondency.
This made Shane start to speculate wildly.
"Hey, what's wrong with you all?" Shane asked, "Could it be some accident caused your powers to diminish severely?"
This was the only possibility Shane could think of.
If so, then he would have unavoidable responsibility.
Unfortunately...
"It's none of your business, don't overthink it."
Lide, not needing clothes, merely shook herself dry after coming ashore, quietly waiting, naturally the first to have the leisure to answer Shane's question.
"Then what's with you all...?"
Shane gently asked.
Lide remained silent.
The other demons continued their silence.
Evidently, they did not want to broach this topic.
"Alright, I won't ask."
Shane helplessly furrowed his brow, ceasing to mention the matter.
Yet ultimately, he succeeded in breaking the silence, easing the heavy atmosphere just a bit.
The demons somewhat regained composure, turning their gaze upon him.
"And you?" Ai Yi first spoke, asking, "How do you feel?"
"Me?" Shane scratched his head, a bit puzzled, yet straightforwardly replied, "I feel pretty good."
Saying so, Shane sensed his current state.
He could clearly feel that his strength had grown significantly compared to before.
Not to mention other aspects, his Magic Power alone had surged dramatically, almost doubled even.
With his current magic power, if he were to use [Reincarnation Destiny], sustaining thirty minutes should be no problem.
In other words, Shane now equated to bursting forth with Transcend Level combat power during peak times for thirty minutes.
No.
If only at generic Transcend Level power, he could access it without amplification from [Reincarnation Destiny], through the Holy Sword alone.
Now Shane's level was the maximum life limit attainable in this world - "Lv.100."
With this level, Shane could be considered to have caught up with top-tier experts in terms of level, becoming a genuine Limit Level existence.
Furthermore...
"I can feel that I'm able to freely control the Holy Sword's power now."
Saying so, Shane stretched his hand, the Holy Sword on the shore suddenly flew towards him, landing in his hand.
The seal on the Holy Sword had been broken, hiding its sharpness and power no longer.
Yet, Shane felt that the Holy Sword now seemed like an extension of his arm; simply holding it, energy flowed incessantly.
This power was as potent as ever.
Only now, the energy flowing from the Holy Sword wouldn't inundate Shane passively; at his mental command, it would halt, making the sword's radiance and holy wave subside.
This made the Holy Sword look merely like a luxurious weapon, no longer perpetually glowing, unable to conceal the holy power wave.
Thus, Shane no longer needed to worry about it being recognized and sealed again.