Caelum’s hand paused just above the button.

"But Tur, my Buffalomate... how will we store the 100 liters of milk?" he asked.

Tur’s smile froze.

"Ah... that, small mate, we can figure that out after I’m released!" Tur replied quickly.

"Oh, right! I forgot I had this pouch with me!" Caelum said.

He removed his Annum Badge, which contained a small sub-space, and pulled out a bottle, more specifically, a Bota Bag.

Then he looked at Tur with narrowed eyes.

"Uh-haha! Small mate, you are... remarkably resourceful. This Buffalomate is impressed!" Tur said awkwardly while looking away.

"Alright, I’m pressing the button now!" Caelum said.

And he really pressed it.

The magic circle glowed brightly for a moment before fading away.

"HAHAHAHA! THANK YOU, SMALL MATE!" Tur roared as the restraints vanished and demonic energy burst violently into the surroundings.

"Now, Tur my Buffalomate, my gift!" Caelum said as he tossed the Bota Bag toward him.

"Yeah, yeah, small mate. No worries!" Tur replied as he caught the bag.

Then he looked at Caelum seriously.

"Small mate, I need you to turn your head. You see, this process is quite... personal and I would prefer not to be disturbed. If demonic energy mixes with it, it could harm your body."

"Alright," Caelum said obediently as he turned his head.

Tur smiled at the naivety of the human child.

Because he felt somewhat grateful for being freed, he decided he wouldn’t kill the boy.

Perhaps he would only break one or two arms.

Or maybe destroy his energy core.

Tur raised his massive hand, which radiated dense demonic energy.

BOOM!

The strike landed exactly where Caelum had been standing.

But he felt nothing.

"Eh?!" Tur exclaimed.

Caelum flipped backward through the air.

"TUR, MY BUFFALOMATE! The price of your freedom has just increased to 500 liters of milk!" Caelum declared.

His hands were coated in blue aura as he lunged forward and struck Tur directly on the skull.

"MOOOHH!" Tur bellowed as tremendous pain surged through his body.

’Why is he so strong?!’

Shaking his head violently, Tur swung his massive arm and hurled Caelum across the room.

But Caelum simply stuck to the wall using his aura, landing on his feet.

Tur then conjured a massive axe made of demonic energy.

At the same time, a sword materialized in Caelum’s hand.

And Caelum was smiling.

Under normal circumstances, Tur could have killed Caelum effortlessly.

But in his weakened state, he was far from his peak.

Even so, his physical strength still surpassed most humans.

And now he did not dare underestimate Caelum.

’Am I that unlucky? Why is a small child who hasn’t even formed his intent properly already an expert?’

With a furious roar, Tur rushed forward, swinging the gigantic demonic axe.

Caelum moved as well.

Blue sword Qi coated his blade while his aura enveloped his body, shielding him from the raging demonic energy.

[Heaven Dominating Divine Sword Art] – First Form.

[Heaven Transcending Slash]

Tur’s vision was swallowed by blue light.

In the next moment, the demonic axe in his hands had vanished.

His pupils shrank.

"Tur, my Buffalomate!" Caelum said as he appeared right in front of Tur’s face, his fists glowing blue.

"You may have been a powerful demon in your prime, but remember this, etch it into your mind." he paused for effect and then took a punching pose.

"I was born with aura!"

BOOM!

And then, a completely one-sided beating began.

Inside the hidden chamber, a mighty Buffalomate could be seen desperately begging a five-year-old human child to stop hitting him.

***

"Please stop!" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"1000 liters!"

"ALRIGHT!" Tur wailed as Caelum finally stopped.

Blood was leaking from Tur’s face; Caelum had been quite brutal.

"Woah... beating someone with such a strong physique is quite taxing," Caelum muttered as he wiped sweat from his forehead.

He was also feeling slightly fatigued.

Throughout the fight, he had maintained a thin aura field using a magic artifact his father had given him, an earring that created a small defensive barrier powered by his aura.

His current level did not allow him to maintain an external aura field naturally, and this was to isolate noise.

The last thing he wanted was for knights to swarm this place.

Tur stared at the small evil spawn standing in front of him, and his expression darkened.

’How the hell am I supposed to give 1000 liters of milk?!’

"Now then, Tur my Buffalomate, what are you waiting for? Where is my gift?" Caelum asked calmly, maintaining a composed demeanor.

In truth, Caelum had started the fight because he sensed great weakness from Tur.

More importantly, his cultivator instincts sensed a valuable resource within the demon.

"W-wait, small mate... 1000 liters is a bit too-"

"How is this measly 1000 liters greater than my mate’s life?" Caelum asked as a sword appeared in his hand again.

"Of course, small mate," Tur replied quickly with a smile uglier than crying.

"And this time, I won’t turn around," Caelum added.

Tur’s smile became more ugly as he looked around and found the Bota Bag lying quietly in a corner, waiting to be filled.

Two hours later...

After burning a considerable portion of his lifespan, the royal Buffalomate Tur, wearing a miserable expression, finally handed the Bota Bag to Caelum.

"Hmm..." Caelum examined the bag suspiciously.

He tapped the cap three times.

A small indicator appeared on the surface of the bag. The container turned blue and displayed a number.

53.35%

The total capacity of the bag was 2000 liters.

"Not bad. That’s more than 1000 liters," Caelum muttered.

"I wonder what the exact number is?"

He looked back at Tur.

"Tur, my Buffalomate, I also wanted to ask, who was that angelic figure you mentioned earlier?"

Tur shivered unconsciously just hearing the question.

"Forget it, small mate. I don’t want to die," he replied in a low voice.

’Does he have some trauma?’ Caelum wondered, deciding not to press the matter further.

"Then how are you going to return to Hell?" Caelum asked instead.

"I’ll need to perform a ritual for that, mate," Tur replied.

"But I need a little of your blood. As you can see, I’m quite weak right now."

"No," Caelum answered honestly.

It was exactly the response Tur had expected.

"Alright, small mate."

Tur cut his own hand slightly.

A large amount of dark blood poured out as he sprayed it across the ground.

Then he began chanting an unknown incantation.

After about a minute, strange red-black symbols appeared and lit up beneath him.

A portal began to form.

Tur glanced at Caelum one last time.

"Hey there, small mate Caelum," he said as his eyes darkened.

"Remember this, never meet me again in your life, because if we do meet again... I will definitely kill you."