“You burned three villages.”
Malachar, desperate, swung his legendary greatsword . L-li didn’t dodge. The sword phased through his shoulder like smoke. L-li Hoi 2 - The Demon Lord-s Power Sucks -V1.0...
L-li slurped a noodle. “Where’s the Wi-Fi?” “You burned three villages
L-li tapped the candlestick against the Demon Lord’s knee. Malachar, who had never felt physical pain in 2,000 years, yelped. L-li slurped a noodle
Malachar’s eye twitched. He tried again. A wave of psychic agony erupted. L-li yawned.
And that was when Malachar realized the horror. It wasn’t that L-li was strong. It was that he —the Demon Lord—was weak. Every spell he cast, every curse he wove, every ancient rune of destruction… was being instantly nullified, absorbed, and converted into… nothing. The hero was a walking magical black hole of mediocrity. The final battle lasted twelve seconds.
The problem? The power of the Void, as L-li quickly discovered, was less about black holes and more about… lack . He could not generate mana. He could not lift a sword. His “Hero’s Mark” on his palm glowed a pathetic, flickering beige.