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"If this helps you to digest the information a little better, then the summary of it is that you had been beaten by a human that has the ability to harness void energy…if you had not noticed that the group was able to do that to prevent your attacks," Farasha said as she tried to stay as calm as possible when she said all of this so not to make the Void Warrior feel that this was just as an illusion and wanted to make more trouble.

She had gone through that phase of rejection before something similar to the five phases of grief where she could not accept the news that she had been defeated by this puny human who she was serving right now.

All she could do for Spartakus was to assist him in transit into this new phase where he could accept the fact (maybe just not today)_ that he was enslaved for eternity until the death of the Master that captured him.

"Hmm. I had my suspicions but I never expected that there were Void mages still alive. In fact, I thought that they were good at harnessing the surrounding energies and got lucky that they were able to damage me." Spartakus explained and Farasha shook her head.

"AI had thought and analysed this for the longest time possible. It does seem like luck from our perspective and even up till now, I sometimes feel the same as well. However, I could feel that there was a logical explanation to understand all of this."

"What do you mean?" Spartakus said as he gathered his strength in his fist and sent a shocking punch through the air, causing air to vibrate so loudly it sent a shockwave through the dimensional instance, and eventually, it managed to reach the limits of the dimensional instance.

There was a slight crack as if giving the Void Warrior some hope that he could get out of this place and return to his usual way of living.

Yet, the existing tenant who was in this dimensional instance the longest, knew that it would never happen. It might look all nice and dandy with a 24 hour day cycle and no rain but just twilight sunset scenery which she realised it could be changed. All she had to do was to ask the System to make the necessary changes.

Other than that, it was just fields of never ending patches of flowers on one side of the dimensional instance and a rocky cliff to indicate the middle of the instance where the other half was the slightly angry seas.

This instance was simple enough that she could laze around in the fields and subsequently go into the sea for a quick dip if she wanted to. It was the life that she never expected and surprisingly pleasant. And once the System had identified that she was not a threat, it allowed her to move to other places within the System\'s ecosystem to make friends and try to fit in despite her size.

Of course, she could transform herself to fit to the sizes of most monsters but having her to keep her original proportions was quite the talk of the town when she first entered.

She realised that while she was born in the Void, raised in the Void, and lived in the Void the entirety of her life, Farasha did not know there was such a side of life that she had never seen before. It made her feel that she had been avoiding everything by living in the proverbial well in her world.

Yes, she did feel comfortable but there was no denying that there was a sense of void and nonaccomplishment that was eating into her heart.

That was why when she was \'invited\' by the Banned Emperor Terrorists to go out of the world, the sky she had been seeing all day seeing the lives of humans going to and fro about, she could see whether the \'grass\' on the other side of the field was really greener.

It might be the same process for Spartakus but unlike Farasha, who had spent most of her time in solitude, Spartakus had killed humans before. He had invaded their world and they had invaded his private place. To him, humans were just minor insignificant life forms for his pleasure. While he did enjoy the days of trampling them, he too will feel tired after a while of the same thing repeatedly.

That was why he decided to space it out so that when he was extremely bored or when the humans picked up the bait just as the previous incident of his \'minions\' were to be annihilated, he got the excuse to come in to kill them.

While it was true that someone or somebody had instigated the influx imitation of his minions, Spartakus thought it was quite amusing to see above him that those fake minions were pulling. There were times he decided to give these fake minions a push by inserting some void powers into them.

This enabled them to be more aggressive in their…attempts to disrupt the human public space but it was not until a certain situation that enabled the humans to be a little more clever. They started to learn from one particular human and copied his methods to fight against these fake minions.

Of course, Spartakus did not take heed of this even though when he recalled back about those memories, he could roughly know where and how it started but not who. Why should he remember the face of a human when he could crash them easily?

And soon, he realised that his fake minions were being killed one by one and there was no more insertion of these fake imitations into his realm. So, he too had used his real minions to disturb the peace that the humans were trying to maintain. It did not take long for the humans to once again adapt even though the frequency of the attacks increased throughout the day.

It did not long for them to be coordinated and knowledgeable enough to perform such complex operations to defeat the real ones. However, they too did not know that they had been dealing with the real ones up to this day. The Demon Exorcists in Italy only assumed that they had evolved or grown in such a way that it changed their habit and methods for them to think and overcome these minions.

It was thus the reason why Spartakus felt annoyed that his minions were being killed and there were fewer casualties of humans occurring because of it. Was his minion worse than the imitations? He did not really care but what he wanted was to fill the void that had been biting into him for the longest time possible.

And in order to remove that void and remain purely empty, he got to go into the Human World without any invitation to assault them.

And coincidentally, Jin\'s gut feeling to come right after the dinner conversation with Sir Diego had proved to be right on point for him to confront Spartakus before he could even enter this world. Such coincidences and the impeccable timing eventually became the reasons for the new contracted \'employee\' of Jin to cope with.

Yet, for now. As a Void Warrior, all he could do was continue believing that breaking the dimensional instance walls was the way out. Farasha did not make any sound and let him do his way of coping with his denial of the situation.

While she could empathise and wanted to help him as weird as it sounds, (Probably she got influenced by all the other monsters under Jin\'s banner that she was slowly becoming that way.) but she knew that when someone was angry, they could not listen to reason.

Might as well let him do what he needs to do to adjust to the situation no matter how long it takes so that they have an easier time convincing him. On the other hand, for Jin and the others, they had already returned to the real world and back to the Colosseum with other dozens more Demon Exorcists and Internal Security Agents pointing their weapons at them.

"Hahahah, do you really still want to not play dirty? We don\'t have our passports with us you know." Kraft said as he kept his hands in his coat. Jin then shook his head and allowed Kraft to take command of the field.