No! I don't want to be a Super Necromancer!

At that moment Damien Bloodbane had reconciled his emotions and accepted the fact that from that moment on, he had a fat dude capable of breathing real dragon fire at his beck and call. 

He had made his way back to where the European Mission Commander was previously at and was staring with the huge swath of blackened corpses with a gloomy look on his face.

Specifically, he was staring at the hundreds of [Not Available] floating all around him. 

The European Mission Commander was too perfectly incinerated for him to devour!

"Hey boss! Are you admiring my handiwork? Hahaha! As I was saying, I am so awesome, right? I am so grea-"

BAM!

Damien Bloodbane gave fatty a massive smack on his head!

"OWWWW! BOSS!! Why did you hit me? That hurts! Not just my head, but my heart too! After helping you kill your evil enemies, you actually had the heart to smack my head! Huhuhu! Boss, you're so heartle-"

BAM!

"OWWWW!!"

"Do not burn my enemies to crisp without my permission ever again." Damien Bloodbane glowered at the fatty with narrowed eyes. "Do you understand?"

"Yes boss! I am sorry boss! I didn't know you had plans for them boss. Oh ya, were you planning to turn them into zombies? Oh my god you are so cool boss!" Fatty shouted eagerly and instantly forgot his grievance of being smacked by his boss. 

His S-grade ass licking skills were also cranked up to full power.

Damien Bloodbane glared at the damned Fatty for a moment to bully him into silence before turning around to behold the sheer carnage that surrounded him.

Death.

Destruction.

All for a test which ultimately only had one participant.

Him.

Damien Bloodbane sighed lightly. 

Towards his enemies, he did not have a single shred of mercy. 

But he had a special soft spot for his countrymen, especially the unawakened.

He raised his twin Ice Daggers up, his new companion in the latest massacre he had unleashed.

Fresh European blood still stained its freezing edge, giving it a haunting purplish hue.

They were his silent witnesses of the power he now possessed.

Power to shape his fate.

Power to crush his enemies.

And power… which others would seek to control.

Or worse.

To steal from him.

"Impressive." A raspy, demonic voice sounded from the sky above him.

A White Mecha just slightly over three meters tall appeared out of nowhere as it disengaged its cloaking function. 

Mecha was divided into three simple grades - Blue, White and Gold. They were also divided into three simple types - Light, Medium and Heavy. 

And as White Mechas go, it was terrifying to behold. 

Its gleaming white armor was marred by pulsing veins of black and red matter that slithered this way and that way like some sort of demonic worm. An eerie red core glowed from its center and radiated a deeply disturbing sense of disharmony. 

It was as though it was a demonic parasite leeching off the white mecha's life force. 

"Death Energy." Damien Bloodbane instantly identified the demonic parasite's power. "But it seems like it is… Diluted? It's weak." 

"Death energy manipulation to the point of raising the dead. And not just one or two. But hundredsss… Haaa Haaaa Haaaaaaa!" The demonic White Mecha cackled loudly for a brief moment before diving down towards Damien Bloodbane with its hands stretched out greedily.

"You have secrets, boy, and I want them! You're mine!!" It shrieked like a banshee in heat and a powerful blast of death energy infused mana radiated downwards towards him. 

For any other unshielded living person not named Damien Bloodbane, that blast would have been more than enough to obliterate their life force. 

But alas, Damien Bloodbane was the Sovereign of Death.

The Death Energy he wielded was the purest kind!

How could a mere demon with the ability to mildly manipulate death energy hurt him?

Damien Bloodbane merely smiled lightly at the rapidly approaching death energy blast, fully intending to receive it with his body so that he could accurately gauge its strength. 

But there were others that were already invested in his survival which could not accept and would not allow that to happen. 

"Balls of steel indeed. That Varis Vanderbilt was not wrong at all." Ardan Flameborn's amused chuckle sounded from somewhere behind him. 

A solid wall of pure fire energy coalesced into form in front of Damien Bloodbane and met the death energy blast head on, negating it completely. 

At the same time, a beautiful white mecha appeared above the demonic white mecha, its lightning edged spear already surging forward with fearsome power.

"Die you demon scum!" Kitiara Merje snarled and pierced her lightning spear into the demonic white mecha's glowing red core.

"What?! Ahhh! No!! Noooo!" The demonic white mecha's greedy shriek transformed instantly into a wail of horror and absolute disbelief.

How can he, a powerful A rank, die just like that in a useless battlefield? 

What about all the sacrifices he had made to reach his position?

What about all the treasures he had stockpiled?

What about all the secret breakthroughs he had made?

"AH! I DO NOT ACCE-" 

BOOM!!!

The explosion tore through the battlefield, a violent shockwave rippling outward with devastating force. 

Fire and blackened energy surged into the sky as the detonation flattened the remains of collapsed skyscrapers within a fifty-meter radius. 

The ground itself shuddered and cracks spiderwebbed outward from the blast zone as dust and debris swallowed everything in its wake.

His death was a chilling reminder just how quickly heroes and villains can rise and fall in this new mana awakened world.

On the ground, Damien Bloodbane and Fatty were unharmed.

Ardan Flameborn's powerful fire energy shield which covered them completely in a bubble merely trembled once before stabilizing again. 

"A Devil Apostle actually appeared here and participated in an entrance exam? Unbelievable." Ardan Flameborn muttered. 

He was completely unaffected by the fact that he had just helped to kill a powerful A rank warrior.

It was clear to Damien Bloodbane that Ardan Flameborn was not your usual, nerdy college professor.

He was most likely an ex soldier.

Heck, he might even be an active soldier sent by the government to train up future soldiers of the great Motherland.

"Those European bastards definitely have some sort of deal going on with the Devil King!" Kitiara Merje growled angrily as soon as she landed her mecha. "The Devil Apostle bastard wouldn't have the guts to piss off the Europeans and us otherwise."

"It might not be alone. Scan for other mechas." Ardan Flameborn said to Kitiara Merje quietly.

His eyes flickered towards Kitiara Merje's cockpit which had turned transparent to reveal her luscious body. 

"I already did. There are no more Devils. But the same couldn't be said for scum." She spat in disgust and pointed at the distance. "The European Baccalaureate is coming."

Devil Apostle. Devil King. European Baccalaureate. 

These three were brand new words to Damien Bloodbane's ears. 

He could hazard a guess about what they meant, but he was sure that he would get the answers soon enough.

"They are probably coming for him." Kitiara Merje pointed at Damien Bloodbane.

But at that moment, Damien Bloodbane truly couldn't care less who was coming for him.

He was completely focused on the words which had appeared in his mind.

[Death Energy detected]

[Devouring…]

[Devoured]

[New Skill discovered]