Simon stepped out of his room while whistling softly. Behind him were the eight demons who attacked him, all staring at him with gazes filled with immense hatred and anger.
If looks could kill, Simon would have died a million times over from their stares.
But obviously, Simon did not care about such meaningless things from children who were too weak to do anything to him.
He was in a slightly good mood because he got one hundred and three (103) merits in total from the eight fools.
It was very little considering the fact that they were eight in total, but that was to be expected since they had been extorted the previous day.
'I now have a total of 6,478 merits in total. Not bad.'
Simon turned to his right, leaving behind the eight demons in his room.
He was not worried about them doing anything to his room since he had already marked their masks, physical appearance, and aura. If he notices anything strange in his room, he would teach them a lesson or two.
