As he was pondering ways to reach the king rank, Arias continued rushing through the vast forest. With each passing day, he felt more and more like a homeless vagabond. Aside from the cave he took from the hairy-headed centipede demons, he never settled down anywhere for long. Since he was being hunted down by king demons, he had to move from place to place all the time. And at the same time, he continued looking for the mansion in the diary.
“Either I’m lost, the demon realm’s landscape has changed, or there’s some error in this diary.”
These were the possible reasons why Arias still couldn’t find the mansion. Despite having headed thousands of kilometers south, he still couldn’t see even a glimpse of that mansion.
Arias was thinking that if he kept heading forward like this, years later, he might find himself back where he started. But that was just a thought. After all, who knew what the demon realm actually looked like?