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Without a momt\'s hesitation, Logan\'s figure blurred, and the massacre began. His movemts were a blur of speed and precision as he unleashed his overwhelming strgth. His black spear became an extsion of his body, striking with deadly accuracy, severing limbs and spilling blood. The air filled with the sounds of battle cries, the clash of weapons, and the desperate shrieks of defeated monsters.

Logan\'s prowess was awe-inspiring. His skill and power were unmatched, allowing him to dispatch his foes with ease. The monsters, once confidt in their numbers, now trembled before the unstoppable force that stood before them. They were no match for the Spear of Destruction.

As the battle raged on, Logan\'s presce became a whirlwind of destruction. His movemts were calculated, his strikes precise, as he systematically eliminated each monster that dared to challge him. Blood stained the g, and the stch of death hung heavy in the air.

Despite the gruesome sce, Logan remained composed. His focus never wavered, and his determination burned brightly within him. He had faced countless battles and emerged victorious, earning his title as the Spear of Destruction. This wasteland, infested with monsters and demons, was just another stage for him to display his unrivaled strgth.

As the last of the monsters fell, silce descded upon the battlefield. Logan stood amidst the carnage, his breathing steady, and his black spear stained with the blood of his emies. The once macing horde had be reduced to lifeless corpses.

With a sse of satisfaction, Logan turned his gaze towards the horizon, his next destination already set in his mind. The wasteland was but a stepping stone on his path to greater challges and conquests. The Spear of Destruction would continue his reltless journey, leaving behind a trail of devastation in his wake.

And so, with purpose in his stride and the weight of his title on his shoulders, Logan disappeared into the wasteland, ready to face whatever awaited him next. The legd of the Spear of Destruction would continue to grow, whispered among demons and monsters, a testamt to his indomitable spirit and his insatiable thirst for power.

Well, it what he wanted to remind the world, like this he would draw their atttion from his son, giving him the time to grow.

As Logan continued his leisurely walk through the wasteland, he suddly came face to face with a demon, a player who had sold his soul to the dark side. The demon introduced himself as Cessera, a bishop in the Demon\'s order, and expressed his delight at countering the rowned Spear of Destruction.

\'\'Wh I heard how everyone seems afraid of you I can\'t understand. Allow me to understand and show them how wrong they are.\'\'

With a sinister smile, Cessera unsheathed his bastard sword, which immediately became gulfed in a repulsive purple flame.

Boom!

The temperature in the vicinity rose sharply, creating an aura of malevolce.

Logan calmly assessed Cessera, using his ke sses to determine the demon\'s strgth. Based on his analysis, Cessera\'s level was estimated to be a 55, nearing the Master rank. It was evidt that the Demon\'s order was growing stronger, but such matters held little significance to Logan.

Instead of relying on elemtal attacks, Logan decided to showcase his spear\'s technique. With a fluid motion, both combatants gaged in battle, their weapons clashing with resounding force.

Boom! Boom!

Cessera quickly realized the vast differce in their skills and strgth, filling him with fear. However, it was already too late for him to escape his impding fate.

Logan\'s prowess and mastery of the spear overwhelmed Cessera with ease. With each strike, Cessera\'s defse crumbled, and his fear intsified. Logan\'s movemts were precise, calculated, and executed with deadly efficicy. The clash of their weapons echoed through the wasteland, a testamt to the power wielded by the Spear of Destruction.

In a swift and decisive momt, Logan delivered the final blow, claiming Cessera\'s life. The bishop\'s body fell to the g, lifeless and defeated. The battle had be brief but intse, leaving no doubt as to the victor.

Logan stood over Cessera\'s lifeless form, his expression unchanged. He had faced countless emies before, and this counter was no exception. The Spear of Destruction remained an unstoppable force, unyielding.

With Cessera\'s defeat, Logan continued his journey through the wasteland, his black spear still stained with the blood of his adversaries. The counter with the bishop served as a reminder of the growing strgth and influce of the Demon\'s order, but it only fueled Logan\'s determination to surpass any challge that lay in his path.

And so, with a rewed sse of purpose, Logan pressed forward, ready to face whatever awaited him next. The legd of the Spear of Destruction would continue to spread, whispered among both demons and Players alike, a symbol of awe and fear in equal measure.

After a long and arduous journey, Logan reached his destination—a foreboding black door that marked the trance to a disaster rank dungeon. The air a it crackled with an unsettling ergy, but Logan remained undeterred. He took a momt to compose himself, inhaling deeply to steady his resolve.

With his black spear held firmly in hand, Logan approached the door. The weapon seemed to resonate with the door\'s dark aura, as if recognizing its purpose. With a determined expression, Logan inserted the spear into the keyhole, using it as a makeshift key. With a powerful push, the door creaked op, revealing the treacherous depths of the dungeon.

Stepping inside, Logan was gulfed by an eerie darkness, the only source of light emanating from the faint glow of his spear. The dungeon was a labyrinth of danger and mystery, filled with formidable monsters and deadly traps. But Logan had a purpose beyond mere conquest—he sought to grow stronger, not only for himself but also to find suitable armor for his son.

The thought of his son fueled Logan\'s determination. He knew that the path to becoming a formidable Player was not an easy one, and he was willing to face any challge to protect and equip his child for him to unveil his full pottial and live longer.

Every battle, every counter within the dungeon would be an opportunity to obtain powerful armor, suring his son\'s safety and hancing his own strgth to look after him in place of his dead wife.

With each step, Logan remained vigilant, his sses attuned to any sign of danger. The dungeon tested his skills, his durance, and his strategic thinking. But Logan was no stranger to adversity. He had faced countless trials before, emerging victorious and growing stronger with each counter.

As the hours turned into days, Logan delved deeper into the dungeon. His black spear cleaved through hordes of monsters, his movemts a blur of deadly precision. The battles were fierce, but Logan\'s determination never wavered. He collected rare materials, sought out hidd treasures, and defeated powerful foes, all with the singular goal of obtaining the perfect armor for his son.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Logan stood before the final chamber of the dungeon. The air crackled with anticipation, and a formidable boss monster awaited him. With a deep breath, Logan steeled himself for the ultimate challge.

The battle was intse, each strike resonating with the clash of wills. Logan\'s black spear danced through the air, his movemts honed to perfection. The boss monster fought with all its might, but Logan\'s determination and skill surpassed ev the greatest of opponts. With a final, decisive blow, the monster fell, defeated.

As the dust settled, Logan stood victorious, his body bathed in the glow of his triumph. He had not only grown stronger but also acquired a set of remarkable armor for his son. The journey through the calamity rank dungeon had tested his limits, but he had emerged triumphant.

With his newfound strgth and the valuable armor in his possession, Logan exited the dungeon, the first part of his goals had be achieved, time to move onto the next one.

A swing of his spear broke space and he stepped through the crack and disappeared.

As soon as he leaves, a man appeared, one of the sev sin. The sin of sloth.

\'\'I wonder what his goal is?" He mused before vanishing in turn, going back but only after making sure he wasn\'t being followed.

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A/N: The Sev Executive of the Demon\'s order:

The sev sin, the demon lord is the strongest, the Sin of pride.

Each sin has cardinal under them and every cardinal has a bishop under them and the bishop has priest and lastly the priest have a disciple.

There is also the believers, from believers you can rose to disciple\'s level, th go higher as you perform well.

This is how the demon\'s organization is structured.