EP - 4 - THE JOY

Unleash: God of Emotions – Episode 4: The Joy The air turned heavier. The atmosphere shifted like the calm before a divine storm.

From the mist emerged an entity — not walking, not floating — just existing, defying gravity, wrapped in a radiant blue shield that shimmered like frozen light. His presence pushed the wind back, the ground itself recoiling beneath the weight of his aura.

The Master took a step back.

Even the demons — Rage, Love, Anger — who had previously shown no fear, paused in silence.

The Mist Hero had arrived. And he wasn’t alone. That floating blue shield — it wasn’t just protection. It was a presence. A sentinel. A defense spirit… bound to him.

The Mist Hero smirked, his voice casual, but his clenched fists betrayed his nerves.

“Ohh, that’s pretty impressive. Summoning so many demons at once… and conquering Guilt?” “Insane, really.”

But inside, he was rattled. This wasn’t the emotionless puppet they expected. This… was something awakened.

The Mist Hero’s eyes flickered toward Strength, one of the summoned demons.

“Ahh, look who’s here. Strength. Still standing after what happened?”

Strength didn’t respond with arrogance or rage. He simply exhaled, glancing toward the Master.

“I accept my defeat,” he said calmly. “Nine years ago, I lost a battle to this man — the Mist Hero.”

There was no shame in his voice. Only acceptance.

The Mist Hero turned back to the Master.

“You're strong… I won’t deny that. But compared to me and the Kingdom?” “You’re still just a shadow.”

But the Master stood tall — his expression cold, his presence terrifying.

“So the Kingdom has finally sent a hero to kill me?” “Tell your King… if he wants war, he should stop sending messages.”

It wasn’t a threat. It was a statement — ice-cold and heavy with power.

At that moment, a strange shift happened. The air brightened, filled not with divine energy… but something more ancient.

Hope?

No. Something that made even the demons nervous.

The Master laughed — slowly at first, then louder — until his voice echoed like thunder through the snow. Shadows formed again. Four of them.

“No… this is impossible…” The Mist Hero took a step back. “He’s only Level 3. He can’t… summon that many…”

The last shadow stepped forward — glowing, radiant, joyful… but not in a comforting way.

This wasn’t kindness.

This was madness disguised as glee.

From the shadows emerged a new demon:

THE JOY Rank: S++

The air cracked. Even light bent around him.

The Master’s gaze locked onto Joy and his eyes widened.

“Level… 159?”

Even he didn’t expect this. Not now. Not from a demon this early.

He turned to examine the Mist Hero — who was now chanting something in whispers under his breath.

But the Master only laughed harder. He focused.

“Level 52?” “And you came to face me?”

The Mist Hero’s voice cracked as the spell completed. A portal opened under his feet — glowing blue glyphs swirling around him.

“I’ll be back,” he whispered. “Next time… with an army.”

But he was already gone.

Back inside the Kingdom. As the portal closed behind him, he gasped — blood running down his neck, and a loose tooth hitting the palace floor.

“Aghh!! You damn… JOY!!”

Back in the snowfield, Joy knelt before the Master, calm yet electric.

“My Lord,” he said, “Your enemies are small. Your demons are loyal.” “Let us be ranked.”

Joy, despite being the embodiment of happiness, showed unusual respect. He didn’t suggest himself. He suggested Rage.

“He may be my opposite, but he’s the only one fit to lead us.”

Rage, startled but honored, saluted.

Then, in a rare moment of dialogue, he stepped forward.

“Master,” Rage said. “Until you rule a kingdom, they will not call you by name.” “They’ll call you the Demon Lord.” “When you claim the throne — then your name will be known in the name of the Kingdom itself.”

He turned and looked into the distance.

“There is something you must know. The Holy Wall surrounds the Kingdom — a barrier of light blue energy, standing for 4,670 centuries.” “It has never broken. Not once.”

But the Master didn’t blink.

He simply nodded.

“Then it will break for me.”

He turned to Joy.

“Check for any military activity near the palace. Go.”

Joy dashed forward, and with every step, the world reacted. Trees caught fire. Snow evaporated. The air warped within 5 meters of him.

In mere seconds, he returned.

“No soldiers. No one is guarding the wall.”

The Master smiled slightly. Then he began to walk forward.

Joy looked at Rage, confused.

“Why are we walking? We could teleport.”

Rage shrugged with a grin.

“The Master wants to collect souls. Beasts, humans, demons — all of them. Every soul adds to his strength.”

Joy smirked, nudging Rage.

“Wow, my genius boy~”

Rage rolled his eyes.

“Call me Captain, you brat.”

The group burst out laughing — a rare moment of warmth. The wind followed them. The world watched silently.

Their journey toward destiny had just begun.