Suwey, filled with rage, turned and headed towards the goblin village.
Having recovered from his daze, Suwey realized he had been too harsh in his words to Milim.
For some reason, although his strength and physical abilities were increasing, his hypoglycemia problem remained unresolved.
While he could usually remain calm, he occasionally experienced difficulty concentrating or became easily irritable, like just now, when he was woken up and couldn't suppress his anger.
He had already consulted the system to help solve this seemingly minor problem, but the system's scan resulted in "no such condition found."
Even using auxiliary buffs, such as healing or debuff immunity, had no effect whatsoever on his hypoglycemia.
Even the medicines concocted in the alchemy workshop couldn't improve Suwey's condition.
Suwey, having noted this down in his mind, wasn't too concerned about the low blood sugar. Aside from some emotional fluctuations upon waking, Suwey considered himself relatively rational, so he temporarily abandoned any plans to treat it.
But he hadn't expected that something like this would happen at this particular time.
Calming down, Suwey took a deep breath. A cool breeze rolled down his tongue, circulated in his lungs, and then drifted out of his mouth.
Normally, he would have just mocked Milim, making her pay the price for the food tasting, and that would have been the end of it. After all, Milim was perfectly fine, and there was no need to hold a grudge.
But Suwey, in a bad mood, was not only sarcastic but also had a childish temper; he simply wouldn't forgive.
And when he happened to meet Milim, who also had a childish temper and a touch of arrogance, the two were like comets colliding with a blue star—neither would give in, and both would suffer.
Milim had a softer side to her personality. While she hadn't apologized much, she wasn't incapable of it. If Suwey were alone, she definitely would have.
It was only because Rimuru, an outsider, was present, and Milim, always mindful of the Demon Lord's reputation and the need for respect, that she acted that way.
"As long as she apologizes, I'll forgive her."
Even after regaining her senses, Suwey still insisted on this.
Even though they were friends, there was no reason to shamelessly go after someone who had been beaten, especially when they wouldn't even apologize.
Suwey turned to look at the hill behind her. The figures had vanished, leaving only half a tree stump.
"Lord Suwey!!!"
Just as Suwey was about to step into the goblin village, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.
Accompanying the voice was the sound of hurried footsteps behind her.
Suwey barely had time to snap out of his thoughts before he was sent flying. He'd barely hit the ground when he felt a shadow looming over him.
"Lord Suwey!!!"
The four voices combined, and Suwey instantly recognized the people behind him.
Their snot and drool landed on the ground in front of him, making his scalp tingle. He didn't care about anyone else and shouted immediately.
"Gavilu! Get off me right now!"
Suwey dared not forcefully pull the four people off him; if their snot got on his clothes, it would probably be stained with Gavilu's blood.
Most importantly, from now on, whenever he saw this outfit, he would remember four lizard-faced people crying and wiping their snot on him.
"Lord Suwey! My brother and the others have been driven out of the Lizardman Swamp! Please take them in!"
Unlike the abnormal Gaviru's group of four, the relatively normal lizardman sister knelt before Suwey, explaining the situation.
"Eh? Didn't Gaviru already get the scepter and become the leader of the lizardmen?"
Suwey asked the lizardman before him while fighting off the four silly lizardmen.
He remembered that Gaviru had obtained something to prove his identity—the lizardman scepter, which only the leader could possess.
So, theoretically, Gaviru, possessing the scepter, was only missing the lizardmen's support to become leader.
At this moment, Gaviru should be enjoying the worship of his followers in the swamp, not rushing towards him like four large dogs seeing their master.
"Actually, it's because during the battle with the pig-headed men, my brother's command error led to the deaths of many of our people. This matter can't be quelled, and someone wants my brother to pay with his life. If he becomes the leader, then the lizardman swamp might rebel.
Furthermore, the three of them, while drunk, revealed my brother's plan to kill the leader and seize the scepter, giving them a weakness, so..."
At this point, the lizardman glanced at Gavir somewhat awkwardly.
As Gavir's sister and also a guard of the lizardman swamp leader, she couldn't understand why Gavir would do such a thing. He only needed to wait a few more years, and he could rightfully become the leader of the lizardmen.
But now he's plotting this, even lying that a demon is instigating him to plan such a thing.
"Stupid!"
Suwey used one word to describe Gavir's current state, and this one word made Gavir's movements even more intense; the snot hanging from his nose made Suwey's scalp tingle. "Get out of my way! Or I'll..."
*Boom!*
Before he could finish, a small fist slammed into Gaviru's face from his blind spot. In that instant, Suwey saw Gaviru's face gradually distort, and snot falling like a broken kite string.
*Whoosh!*
At that moment, Suwey instantly activated his demon form. His dark purple eyes seemed to play in slow motion, the scenery gradually distorting.
The howling wind seemed to freeze, and everything around him began to blur, like unstable electrical signals in an old black-and-white television, emitting static and creating cracks that seemed to rip through space.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Suwey's figure appeared a meter away from his original position.
In that instant, Suwey broke through his limits. In the blink of an eye, he strengthened his legs with magic essence, his entire body moving like lightning, leaping with near-divine speed and disappearing from Gabiru's sight.
Of those present, only the [Great Sage] within Rimuru's body and Milim, who had sent Gabiru flying with a single punch, could perceive Suwey's movements.
"Congratulations, host, on acquiring a unique ability. The system has matched an identical ability. Would you like to fuse it and name the new skill 'Divine Speed'?"
"Yes."
Just as Suwey breathed a sigh of relief, the system's androgynous voice echoed in his mind. Its tone remained unchanged, but what it said made Suwey involuntarily raise his eyebrows.
He subconsciously opened the system interface. In this long period, Suwey had created one unique ability and one skill.
These were the current Divine Speed and the earlier skill, Wind Blowing.
But when he created his own "Wind Blowing" ability, the system didn't provide any instructions, let alone such an introduction.
Now, however, a strange introduction appeared, even proactively naming the new ability and asking Suwey if he wanted to fuse it.
This was very strange.
And something unusual must be going on.
Suwey narrowed his eyes, reaching out towards the selection option. He had already made up his mind.