Infinite Doubling: Conquering the Divine Realm from an Island-Chapter 38: The Officer

With that thought, George stopped hesitating and activated Blood Rite, converting all of his Martial Energy into mana.

Now his energy level met the condition—his Martial Energy was below fifty percent, allowing him to use Guardian Spirit.

A flash of Holy Light filled the air, and the Guardian Spirit appeared, its presence glowing faintly beside him.

The first wave of the demons’ attacks crashed down, landing squarely on the Guardian Spirit’s shield.

"Oh? Guardian Spirit?" The Eye of the Demon sounded annoyed when it saw its attack fail.

But it calmed down almost immediately, thinking this was just George’s last desperate move before death.

It began to chant again, commanding its summoned demons to launch a second assault.

George, however, stayed calm. As the first Guardian Spirit faded, he activated Split Soul Slaughter!

In an instant, a clone of himself appeared—and that clone immediately triggered Guardian Spirit again.

A second Guardian Spirit emerged, wrapping both George and his clone in divine light, shielding them from every strike.

When the second wave of attacks failed as well, a flicker of surprise appeared in the Eye’s blood-red pupil.

It had just realized what George was doing.

He was using his clone to cast Guardian Spirit, bypassing the cooldown limit entirely.

And the clever part—thanks to his boosted stats, the 400 mana cost of Split Soul Slaughter meant almost nothing to him.

In other words, George could now loop the combo endlessly.

He might not be able to kill the Eye of the Demon—but he could stall it for the full thirty minutes until reinforcements arrived.

"You’re clever," the Eye muttered, a faint trace of respect in its tone.

Realizing that more attacks would be pointless, it made its summoned demons stop.

The massive eye stared directly at George. After a moment, a cold voice echoed in his mind:

"Leave now. I won’t kill you."

George shook his head and glanced at the players behind him, his meaning clear.

He hadn’t stayed here for himself. He stayed to protect all the weaker players.

He couldn’t walk away now.

"Let’s duel," George said evenly. "You remove all the debuffs you placed on me, and I’ll stop using Guardian Spirit."

It was the only fair proposal—and the one both sides could accept.

Yes, Guardian Spirit could protect him.

But it couldn’t protect the entire city.

And if the Eye of the Demon turned its fury on the other players... that was something George would never allow.

He also wanted to see just how strong an A-rank demon organ truly was. That knowledge might decide how he handled the Battlefield of Gods and Demons ruins in the future.

"Fine," the Eye of the Demon said, a flicker of battle-lust sparking within its gaze.

It had never met a player like George before. This was a perfect chance to test him.

It began chanting dark spells, and the demons it had summoned screamed in agony as their energy was drained dry.

"Low-tier demons really are nothing but dogs," George muttered in surprise—then quickly understood.

Among demons, hierarchy ruled. His own skills, Divine and Demonic Descent and Subjugation, had already made that clear.

Pushing stray thoughts aside, George gripped his now-restored Dwarven King’s Iron Hammer.

As the Eye absorbed the last of the energy, a shape began to form before it—a humanoid outline taking solid form.

This was no hideous, monstrous demon.

It was a man in a flowing crimson robe, elegant in manner and unnervingly beautiful.

His face was half-blurred in haze, save for one sharp, gleaming right eye.

"High-level demons... can take human form," George noted silently.

The demon said nothing, its expression calm and cold, as a blood-red axe materialized in its hand.

George didn’t dare underestimate him. He raised the Iron Hammer, channeling the power of the Holy Crystal—ice and fire dragons roaring to life around him.

The demon moved first, slashing his axe and sending crescent waves of blood-light hurtling toward George.

George quickly pulled out the Deep Sea Shield and summoned his Holy Light Barrier.

His Martial Energy was already running low—he couldn’t afford to waste a drop.

After blocking the first barrage, he countered at once, casting Frostbite on the demon.

It only froze him for 0.1 seconds—barely a blink.

But it was enough. George swung the Iron Hammer down with full force.

The blow landed, knocking 5% off the demon’s HP—a solid hit by any measure.

Right after, George triggered Phantom Shadows, slipping past the next swing of the demon’s axe.

"My turn," George said coldly.

The Dwarven King’s Iron Hammer in his hand shimmered and morphed into the Holy Light Sword.

Its overall stats were slightly weaker than the hammer’s—but against demons, its holy power was far more lethal.

The blade struck the demon’s waist, and his once-smooth crimson robe instantly caught fire.

He let out a roar of pain, his calm, noble posture completely gone.

"It’s not over yet!" George shouted, unleashing Frenzy Slam, then immediately followed with Split Soul Slaughter.

Three Georges now stood on the field—one wielding a sword, one a hammer, and one a shield.

The one with the shield took the hits, while the other two launched a brutal assault on the demon.

Under their combined fury, the Eye of the Demon’s manifested body shattered, its spirit scattering into fragments.

When it returned to its original floating eye form, the scarlet glow in its iris had dimmed, faint cracks of blood running across it.

"Time’s running out, George. I can’t keep this up," the Eye said, its voice low and almost regretful.

Since its awakening, it hadn’t had such an intense fight in ages.

"I’m fine with ending it here. Beating you doesn’t even give me any rewards," George replied, glancing at his nearly drained Martial Energy bar before shaking his head.

"Oh?" the Eye of the Demon stared at him for a moment, then began to chant.

[You have defeated the Eye of the Demon. Rewards obtained: 1 Ultimate Skill Book, 1 Magic Eye.]

[Bonus feature activated: Reward doubled! You have received 1 Demon Skill Book, 1 Nether Magic Eye.]

Hearing the system’s announcement, George froze, staring at the Eye in disbelief.

"You can think of it as... payment," the Eye said softly. "An advance for our next battle."

George frowned. "And where will you go now?"

"To reclaim the organs and power I’ve lost... and then return to defeat you."

The moment the words faded, the Eye of the Demon vanished into the clouds.

George let out a long breath, feeling the weight finally lift from his shoulders.

He slowly descended to the ground—and as soon as he landed, a crowd of players rushed toward him.

At the front were several female players, all beautiful and dressed provocatively.

George’s expression changed, but his mana was too low to even think about escaping.

He could only stand there as they surrounded him on all sides.

"Mmm... you smell good," one of them purred. The sweet scent around him made his exhaustion fade a little.

"Hey—hands off!" George shot a glare at the few women who were clearly getting too bold.

"Lord George, how about you join our party?" a few female players said sweetly.

"George has to team up with us!" several smaller, younger-looking players shouted, their voices high and cute.

Just as the crowd was about to start arguing, George suddenly began floating upward against his will.

"What the—?" George’s face changed. For a second, he thought the Eye of the Demon had come back for revenge.

But when he looked closer, he saw a tall woman standing before him. She wore a tight, revealing outfit and a pair of heavy combat boots.

In her hand was a whip, and she smiled at him. "Wanna team up with me instead?"

"You... you’re not with the Azure League, are you?" George tensed, ready to activate Divine and Demonic Descent at any moment.

"George is ours!" the crowd of female players below shouted, clearly unhappy.

"Sorry, ladies," the woman said with a teasing smile. "According to the rules, George belongs to me."

She looked back at him, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Wait—I don’t even know you!" George protested.

"George! George!" At that moment, the City Lord of Disail, Kare, finally pushed through the crowd, panting heavily as he pointed at the woman.

"T-That’s... Deputy Director Raila, from the Peacekeeper Office of the Marella District!"

George froze, his face twisting into an awkward expression.

He was a Peacekeeper himself—and by rank, Raila really was his superior.

Actually, she was probably his boss’s boss’s boss...

Raila stepped closer, the faint scent of her perfume drifting around him, making George’s head spin a little.

He quickly snapped back to himself and gave an uneasy smile. "Director Raila, could you... maybe put me down first?"

"Don’t rush," she said playfully. "Let me take a good look at my star employee."

Her gaze roamed over him slowly, and before George could speak again—Raila’s hand suddenly slipped down and grabbed something she definitely shouldn’t have.

George: "???"

From the ground, no one noticed a thing—her angle was perfect.

"Ma’am, this isn’t appropriate," George whispered through clenched teeth.

Raila shot him a teasing look, then finally let go, laughing softly. "Relax, I was just messing with you. Now come on—let’s talk about your reward."