Colossus Hunter Chapter 52-56

I couldn't help grinding my teeth upon returning to the territory. I shook all over, unable to contain the fury.

It was them. They were the culprits widening the rift.

'Invasion of Earth becomes easier the wider the rift becomes.'

If the rift grows wider, the restriction of travel from the abyss to Earth would gradually disappear. Although Lv5 was the limit for now, later on all animals, monsters, and demons would be able to go over to Earth.

I did wonder about something though.

In what way does the rift widen? Perhaps it grew bigger by itself over time.

No.

Darkmen. Those who we had called dark merchants. Every time they carried out 'invasions' of dimensions, of worlds, the rift had been growing wider.

My hand curled into a fist by itself. While it was the demon lords who had let loose destruction upon the world, in the end, the darkmen were the ones to have opened its floodgates.

'How can I obstruct them?'

I agonized over it, thoughts revved into overdrive.

I wasn't capable of crushing the Great Star and the Dark Company by myself, of course. Those powerful demon lords wouldn't have agreed to 'non-aggression' with them for no reason; it was in their nature to beat and break to obtain what catches their fancy. But even they did naught but participate in the auctions like docile sheeps, did they not?

'Fight demon lords with demon lords.'

I recalled the words spoken by the darkmen, that the darkmen couldn't lay a hand on demon lords. In other words, it was possible for other demon lords!

Then…what if I were to win over a darkman?

'Fight darkmen with darkmen.'

In that instant I felt as if a very small light turned on in my mind. If I couldn't lay a hand on them, then I should make the darkmen cause troubles among themselves.

But there still remained the question of how I should go about creating that 'line'.

'They're hierarchy oriented.'

Their ranks were just like those of medieval society. I had definitely heard words like baronet, count, and marquis being mentioned. Simply put, the higher rank they became, the more powerful an 'influence' they could have. And at the top of them all, there should be a 'king'.

A king would listen to his subjects and handle all ambassadors. In other words, I may be able to prevent the rift from opening if only I could plant an agent by the king's side!

'What if I were to dominate a darkman?'

The Dominator's Authority which I had.

I could definitely dominate a darkman. They also showed 'values' as well. They each had different values, which meant that they could be affected by Dominator.

I had to be careful, however. If a darkman I dominated were to be exposed by another darkman, the aftermath would be a great mess.

A single weak demon like me might be disposed of in an instant. It was obvious that things would become difficult if they were to immediately give even a little bit of strength to Carpediem.

'I have to pick the agent to plant, and increase my own strength too.'

I decided. I mustn't be negligent in whatever I would do.

Until now I had only held importance in myself as 'Hansung Oh'; I had taken into account the possible situation of being unable to return to Uriel Diablo's body again. If that happened and Uriel Diablo were to develop upon the foundation that I had built, my efforts would be for naught.

But now it was all-or-nothing. I ruled out that possibility. Even if it did come to pass, all I had to do was develop myself as Hansung Oh even faster.

Because in one way or another, all the same I would delay the opening of the rift as much as possible and obstruct the demon lords.

"My Lord. I have brought the Yaksha."

Inside the castle. I sat on the king's throne and looked down upon them.

The Yaksha who were captured and moved. Among them was 'Hwarang Gu'.

They looked up at me. Right now I was an existence they couldn't compare to. Because however strong they were, they couldn't do anything to a demon lord.

"What do you intend with us?"

Hwarang Gu. He asked a question on behalf of the group. The fierce light in his eyes remained as ever.

A powerful individual who was chief of the Flame Lotus Division, and blood-related elder brother to Hwarin Gu.

I was in the middle of contemplating how to deal with him. The moment I had purchased him at the auction, 'Dominator's Authority' did activate. But not completely.

[Dominator's Authority has activated. However, the Yaksha's jewel, Yaksha's soul, possess resistance to the power of 'domination'. This is a permanent power of blessing which the 'Great Warrior' passed down to their descendants, Yaksha and Rakshasa.]

Domination resistance!

It wasn't as if it had no effect, but it wasn't complete either. I didn't know who the Great Warrior was, but apparently the jewels of the Yaksha possessed such an effect.

'So an Authority isn't omnipotent.'

Indeed, if the Authority was omnipotent then I would be able to dominate other demon lords, and the Colossus as well. The impossibility of it proved that the Dominator's Authority wasn't perfect.

I gave a short reply.

"You all will fight for me, and die protecting me."

I couldn't make fun of Hwarang Gu or the other powerful Yaksha. Especially Hwarang Gu. He was one of the super strong individuals above Lv8.

If he were to fight for me, then the war against Carpediem would become far easier.

Out of everything I had, Laila was the only one who could compete with him. Igneel and Etaqua still hadn't developed enough.

Hwarang Gu raised his brows.

"Fight with our lives staked for someone we do not even know?"

"I am Uriel Diablo. Your new master, Hwarang Gu."

Hwarang Gu became wide eyed. He must wonder how I knew his name.

But the first person I saw when I had opened my eyes on Rakshasa Citadale was him, Hwarang Gu. There was no way I wouldn't know, even without Mind's Eye.

But then right away Hwarang Gu hardened his expression and spoke.

"A strange character you are. However, I do not fight for someone weaker than I. The same goes true for the other Yaksha as well. No…even if you, Uriel Diablo, happen to be stronger than I…"

"I shall let you return."

"…What?"

I spoke lazily.

"Give your all for my sake. Do so, and I shall send you back to Rakshasa Citadale. Besides, the life and death of all that is in Rakshasa Citadale rests in my hands."

It wasn't a lie. I was certain of it.

The barrier of Rakshasa Citadale would be broken through. Even if the 108 Barrier, or something even more powerful was set up, the darkmen would begin raiding once again.

It was a matter of time in the end.

Abruptly I recalled the time I had met Rakshasa, or Wolcheon.

He had called me an 'usurper'. He had said that because I was an usurper, those chasing him wouldn't be able to find me.

Thinking closely, I wasn't a person of the Rakshasa realm. It was only natural that the darkmen wouldn't be able to find me, someone who wasn't an inhabitant of that world.

Perhaps Wolcheon was being chased by the darkmen. Rakshasa Citadale had already fallen at that time. To prevent the downfall of that place, to change the future, I am the only option.

Many things may already be late by the time Minshik arrives at the Rakshasa realm. Moreover, Minshik wanted to become the 'hero of humanity; he hadn't the slightest of inclination to become the 'hero of the Rakshasa realm'.

In conclusion, it was no exaggeration to say that their life and death depended on my efforts.

"Just…who exactly are you?"

There was a faint disturbance in Hwarang Gu's expression. Clearly he was wondering as to how I knew all that.

But I had no reason to reveal it. There was no way he would believe it even if I were to say that I was Hansung Oh. It would only buy further suspicion in this state, and I would keep silent even if suspicion didn't arise.

Instead…

"Uriel Diablo. The one to become your new master."

I made this one point crystal clear.

Then I said to Laila,

"Laila. Let them know who is on top."

"Will that be okay?"

"They are no easy opponents. You will also have to do your best."

Laila smiled slightly.

That smile was full of confidence.

"Worry not, my Lord. I give my all even when facing weak enemies."

No doubt about that.

I knew she spoke truth after all. Her asking 'Will that be okay?' was seeking confirmation with me, because she was incapable of being lenient and she may greatly injure, or even kill the Yaksha.

At that, I gave my permission, and she spread her wings.

Slaash!

Laila then cut away their bindings.

Life returned to the Yaksha's eyes as their physical restrictions disappeared and mana returned. They were mostly full of ferocity. Even Dominator's Authority couldn't completely affect them; this was how the Yaksha were. Hadn't even the dark merchants marveled at their ferocity?

The moment their bindings were released, it was a clear indication for them to attack.

Before they began acting, I spoke slowly.

"I shall promise. You shall be free if you defeat Laila."

"Free? You mean you'll let us go back?"

"Indeed."

Hwarang Gu breathed in deeply.

"How can I trust those words?"

"What will you do if you don't trust?"

"I will kill you."

Kill a demon lord, he says. I liked it, even though the words were directed at me.

"Then you will not be able to go back?"

"Kill all those here, and one among them should lead the way."

I tried to suppress the laughter.

The will to break through if blocked, and smash apart if that doesn't work. It was clear to see that they would become a big strength, if only they could be made to follow me.

"To believe or not, that is up to you."

Then Hwarang Gu nodded and spoke.

"We have been wounded, and starved. It should think it fair to give us weapons at least."

"Laila."

"Yes."

Laila waved her hand once. Then a demi-plane appeared in midair, various weapons pouring out of it. Nothing that could be called masterpieces, but suitable enough for casually swinging around. They were all trophies which Laila had taken after killing. It seemed that the good weapons were all sold and only the suitable weapons remained.

"Pick what is familiar to you. For this is the last excuse for your ill-mannered lot."

Laila's words were prickly with thorns. She didn't even hide her great displeasure at the attitude Hwarang Gu showed toward me. Hwarang Gu, on the other hand, smiled.

The warrior skills that he and the others learned. They seemed to think that as long as they were given suitable weapons, they could defeat Laila at least.

It was true that they were no pushovers. Hwarang Gu's overall stats was 415. The other Yaksha were in the range of 300. On top of that, there were 40 of them, so there was a possibility of even Laila being defeated in a moment of carelessness.

'I'm curious.'

I slightly looked forward to it as well.

To see whether Laila could indeed show me the 'Queen of Terror and Slaughter' I had witnessed in the past against the Yaksha who weren't humans.

I didn't think she would lose, of course. Laila wasn't a fool either. If she talked big, naturally she would match it with actions.

Finally, the Yaksha had all picked their weapons.

And then.

Chwaruruk!

Thorns sprang out from beneath Laila's feet.

Countless thorns entirely covered Laila and gathered to create a silver mask. The mask covered half of her face. Following that, Laila lifted her right hand. Then as she brushed the palm of her hand with her lips once, a single drop of blood ran down her hand and fell onto the ground.

The blood which was instantly absorbed into the ground created a magic circle. As the pentagram magic circle came into effect, a black sword rose out of the ground.

Demon Sword Black Sun. It was a trademark weapon of the Queen of Terror and Slaughter. The ultimate reason why Carpediem couldn't simply underestimate my territory.

The moment Laila grasped it.

Roooar!

Her body radiated black waves of heat.

It was as if she were a berserker. But she didn't lose her rationality, for her mind was far too great to be controlled by the likes of a demon sword.

Behind the silver mask, Laila smiled enchantingly.

"Since I have also drawn my weapon…shall we start then?"

A stage prepared for her, and her only.

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The Yaksha who were looking at Laila's smile froze for a moment. Even the density of the outward mana that could be sensed had changed abruptly. The air which was being blown by the wind oppressively stuck to their bodies, drawing close as if it were a swamp.

'When she has the Black Sun in her hand, Laila Diablo's true form appears.'

I knew. More clearly than anybody.

Over a hundred heroes had died — at Laila Diablo's hands.

The title hero was normally used to refer to people who had an overall stat of between 400 to 450 or above, or else possessed a very special power. By herself, she who wasn't a demon lord could absolutely not handle such opponents. However…

The Black Sun. And the tell-tale silver mask which identified her as the one and only 'Queen of Thorns'. She who possessed these two things could fight without tiring, because if there is an enemy, she can 'steal' the opponent's mana by simply clashing swords.

There was only one way to face her.

It was to destroy her entirely in one go — a single instant — by using mana which exceeded hers. If that isn't done, then even that mana would be absorbed and she would brandish her sword with abandon; such is the being called Laila Diablo.

I looked at Black Sun more closely, and then Mind's Eye opened, revealing more details regarding the sword.

A demon sword which eats away the mind of its owner.
Currently recognizes 'Laila Diablo' as its owner.
Siphons the mana of all it strikes and transfers it into its owner's strength.
'Black Sun(Lv10)' can be used when mana reaches the limit.
The more it is used, the crazier one becomes for blood and slaughter.

Its value was unknown. I didn't know whether it was because its ability differed depending on its owner, or if it was because the demon sword itself possessed such prestige that even 'Mind's Eye' couldn't see through it, but just looking at its explanation was enough to tell what a ridiculous weapon it was.

The reason why one had to kill her as fast as possible when facing her.

Because as if absorbing mana wasn't enough, 'Black Sun' would be used when the mana limit is reached. It was a gob-smacking, horrifying Lv10 transcendent magic,which would even make demon lords wary.

'Everyone would have died if not for Syria's sacrifice.'

I recalled that time.

When the sun became dyed in black, when that all-encompassing magic unfolded…if Syria hadn't given herself as an offering to activate 'Sacrifice', the majority of the heroes would have been massacred. It was thanks to Syria that we were barely let off with about 50 deaths.

Although Laila Diablo was pushed to the brink of death from the recoil of the magic, Black Sun was that much powerful. One could dare to speculate that might surpass S-rank when it comes to attack magic.

As she headed toward the outside of the castle, the Yaksha organized themselves outside the castle as well.

"The enemy is one. We use the 18 Arhat Battle Formation, split into two sides and take her on."

Hwarang Gu showed extreme seriousness. He had realized on an instinctive level that she wasn't an opponent he could go easy on. Instead, because he had acknowledged her as a 'powerful individual' above himself, he was going to fight using the most powerful formation tactic.

As a rule of thumb, Yaksha didn't call those weaker than them as an 'enemy'. But Hwarang Gu recognized Laila as an enemy, and going beyond that, he was seeing her as someone to overcome. I could feel an intense combative spirit from his eyes.

The 18 Arhat Battle formation was a strong formation which comprised of 18 people each in charge of their own defense. He intended to split that into two, and pressure Laila from both sides.

As they formed the 18 Arhat Battle Formation, it felt as if a high mountain had come into being. I did witness the Yaksha banding together like that at the time when facing the great preta, but it was definitely effective.

'So they share the flow of mana.'

More than anything, it seemed that the 18 Yaksha participating in the formation shared the mana they each had. It became faster, harder, and stronger. Enemies encountering that formation would fall into confusion as to where to begin attacking.

I had also seen that formation tactic in the library. With a minimum of 18 participants up to a maximum of 500, it was a method which enabled facing a more powerful enemy.

Its weak point was the person who formed the center of the formation; it was either kill that person, or crush the entire formation.

Laila, however, snorted.

The moment she lifted her foot…the black waves of heat radiating from her entirety became like a brandishing whip, striking the ground.

Cruumble!

Snap!

The earth shook, and countless huge thorns sprang out of the ground at that moment. Regardless of any formation, Laila was capable of destroying formations themselves.

A natural enemy. She was the Queen of Terror who toyed with those banded together to face her.

"Kuaarrgh!"

"Damn it!"

The 18 Arhat Battle Formation collapsed in an instant.

Hwarang Gu shouted

"Do not disperse! Quickly regroup!"

But Laila wasn't one to lose that moment.

Crack!

Boom!

Every time Laila swung her sword, a Yaksha was blown away. Even if they did barely block it, the difference in basic ability was too big in the first place.

Moreover, the black wave of heat radiating from Laila's entire body was growing stronger every time they clashed. She was absorbing mana.

Hwarang Gu was aware of that as well. He knew that Laila Diablo wasn't someone who couldn't be dealt with numbers. He had realized that it was a mistake, believing numbers to be enough in facing her!

"You monster of a…!"

Would fighting the Twelve Heavenly Generals be like this I wonder. Would I feel such a difference in 'level'?

Hwarang Gu hardened his expression as his azure flames burned more strongly. He then raised his sword. A blue vital power suffused the sword. It wasn't as clear as sword force, but it was at the level where it could be called sword energy, the stage right below sword force.

It was a technique exclusive to swordsmen of a high level, and it added a cutting force which could easily cut through iron swords.

Cling!

Clang!

Hwarang Gu began acting in earnest, because he had realized he was the only one capable of stopping her, and that the other Yaksha banding together would only make it disadvantageous instead.

But with every clash of the sword, the sword force shook ever more precariously. Even the materialized energy was being absorbed by that black sword.

Boom! Boom! Bang!

With every downward strike of the sword, Hwarang Gu's feet dug further into the ground. His muscles ruptured with every clash.

That wasn't all. Laila's eyes had become dyed in crimson.

Even Hwarang Gu shivered when he met those eyes.

It was like coming face-to-face with an evil spirit gone mad for slaughter at the sight of blood. Even he, a great warrior, was frightened by Laila's gaze. This was something that couldn't be, that shouldn't be. Hwarang Gu grit his teeth.

"Kuaaaah!"

Hwarang Gu bellowed, and then his sword blazed with flames. Azure Nine Phoenix Flames. This warrior skill at the 9th level could burn all things.

The azure flames moved and engulfed Laila. By no means were the azure flames a type of flame that was easily put out. However…

Whoosh!

An even colder kind of energy began to whirl around Laila's surrounding. As the azure flames finally died out, a chill settled in. It was one of the skills he possessed, 'Unfeeling'. A skill that erased all emotions, and at the same time 'nullified' the things touching her.

The crimson eyes resembling an evil spirit were gone, but instead her eyes were now extremely cold.

Gulp!

Hwarang Gu swallowed a glob of saliva. And then…

Clang! Claang-!

He threw away his sword.

Following which he raised both hands.

"I…we have lost."

A decided outcome. Realizing the situation couldn't be overturned regardless of any struggle, he had given up.

At Hwarang Gu's declaration of surrender, all the Yaksha abandoned their weapons.

Slash!

It was then that Hwarang Gu's right arm went flying.

Laila didn't stop. Her eyes were cold like the pits of the abyss. She brandished her sword solely for the sake of killing the opponent, feeling not a whit of emotion.

"Kuhuk! Wait, am I not saying that I lost!?"

There wasn't even time for him to pick up the severed arm. Before I knew it, Laila's entire body was covered in a shimmering black haze. So black that her body couldn't even be seen.

"God damn!!"

Hwarang Gu hastily dodged. The other Yaksha were the same.

Laila's sword scraped by Hwarang Gu's neck just barely. It was completely different from before. She was swinging her sword purely to kill.

'Has there been an overlapping side effect from the demon sword and Unfeeling?'

Even I hadn't expected to be fronted with such a phenomenon.

I raised my hands and prepared to stop her. I would stop her movements with Stygian Touch, and if even that proves not enough then I may have to resort to an all-out confrontation.

"Laila."

I called her name using a strong voice.

And then…

Halt!

Laila's movements stopped. She then turned her head, and stared at me.

It was effective. I once again opened my mouth,

"Stop. Your current appearance does not suit you."

Though I had spoken in a strong voice, was I mistaken to think it had an effect?

Finally, Laila's sword was pointed toward me. Rather than it being Laila's will, it was as if the sword itself was moving on its own.

But at the same time, a crack appeared on Laila's expression which was completely empty before. Eyes narrowed and body trembling, she began trying to take back the sword pointed towards me.

As she did so, the black haze eroding Laila's body began to disperse bit by bit.

Claang-!

A moment later, when her eyes and expression returned to normal, she dropped Black Sun onto the ground.

"Ah…"

An expression which said she didn't know what to do. Her confusion was plain to see.

Her body then began trembling all over, following which she dropped to her knees, gripping her head with both hands.

"So-, sorr-…I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

She was like a child that had done a great wrong. Even in the past I had never seen Laila Diablo like this. She was nicknamed the 'Queen of Terror', and such was her unwavering strength that extreme organizations like Aletheia had even idolized her.

But her appearance now was far from the image of that nickname.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

She endlessly repeated saying 'I'm sorry'.

'So it was unstable.'

Only then did I realize. The demon sword had been too powerful. Although it couldn't completely invade her mind, it was capable of making her momentarily lose her rationality if she continued to use it.

'She got too excited.'

Laila Diablo. Come to think of it, this was the first time seeing her display her powers ever since I woke up. From Laila's viewpoint it must have been 100 years.

Perhaps it was because she had wanted to show off how much she had grown during that time, becoming overly excited, that this situation had come to be.

What to do…

I heavily rose from my seat.

To be honest, to be really honest, I still couldn't forgive Laila Diablo. No way could I forgive her.

Laila Diablo was the one who killed Syria and my good friends. Even though it had now become something that didn't happen…it was an unforgettable memory.

She was included among the reasons as to why I had avoided using 'Transfer'. Because every time I saw that devoted look of hers, I would feel resentment along with an inexplicable strange feeling twist my insides.

Standing up, I approached her. Then…slowly spreading my hands, I embraced Laila Diablo.

Slowly patting that small back of hers, I spoke.

"Do not be sorry. You have done no wrong."

Did she…do no wrong?

Truly, I wonder.

Was I to treat the past as water under the bridge, because it was already past, something that didn't happen, I wonder.

She had merely been desperate to protect Uriel Diablo, after all. They had only done their best in order to protect each other.

Laila Diablo, who was curled up and crying like a small animal. What's more, I was the only one who could care for her, unstable as she was. Looking at her, my head was a mess.

A big, big mess…

A rather expensive potion was brought over and poured on Hwarang Gu's right arm. The severed arm began to reconnect to the wound, slowly stitch together.

"Please tell me. What you meant when you said that the life and death of all in Rakshasa Citadale depends on your will."

His eyes narrowed at the sudden onset of pain, Hwarang Gu asked.

I once again sat on the throne, and contemplated how much I should let on before opening my mouth.

'The 'darkmen' that had attacked you. They are invaders who invade all worlds. The Yaksha, Rakshasa, and Daerasun, no matter how strong they are they won't be able to stop all of the endless number of darkmen."

"Darkmen? Then you mean to say you can stop them?"

"Perhaps."

"Perhaps?"

I placed my hand on the armrest.

"There are 71 more beings like myself. I will be able to become the 'Great Star' if I were to rise victorious in the war against them. I should gain the authority to move the darkmen as I wish."

"So you cannot be certain of it."

"I have not become the 'Great Star' before, after all."

Hwarang Gu made a serious expression as I shrugged my shoulders.

"Where is the guarantee that you would keep your promise, presuming yourself to have become the last one standing?"

"Igneel."

Shaa!

Igneel tottered as he walked over to stand by my side.

"Was there any lies in my words?"

Shake shake.

Igneel shook his head. It is said that dragons can tell between truth and lies.

"Are you trying to make me laugh by doing that?"

"Pity. I was rather sincere."

I was exhausted. Laila Diablo…was it because I saw such a side of her, I wonder. When Laila had returned to her senses, she said she had shown an unseemly sight and went back inside the castle with her head bowed, but that appearance of hers was still replaying itself in my mind.

I spoke wearily.

"World destruction is not my objective. For what would I invade another's land when the abyss itself is plenty wide as it is?"

"Then…?"

"I wish for peace."

I meant it. I valued peace more than anything.

Hwarang Gu chuckled.

"Seeing as it's too bland for a joke, it does not seem like a complete lie."

Hwarang Gu looked around himself.

The Yaksha together with him. He also knew that their lives were at the mercy of 'my decision'.

I spoke finally.

"I know that you all do not cling to your lives. But if you are going to throw it away, would it not be better to use it more meaningfully instead?"

Dying like this would be merely dying a dog's death.

Then Hwarang Gu heaved a sigh.

"You are most likely a more powerful being than the Twelve Heavenly Generals. Perhaps comparable to Daerasun…I trust that such a person would not easily speak lies. So, promise me one thing."

"I shall protect Rakshasa Citadale and your sister."

I declared that I would protect his sister, Hwarin Gu, as well.

I knew, in my experience at Rakshasa Citadale, that Hwarang Gu dearly cherished Hwarin Gu.

"…Truly a strange person. Do you possess an ability to see without seeing?"

"Close. Right now in Rakshasa Citadale they are holding a festival in your and the other Yaksha's disappearance."

As I spoke what I had really seen, Hwarang Gu appeared doubtful.

"Then my sister. How is that child doing?"

"She is hurling kicks at your portrait, asking how you could have died to the mere likes of great preta."

"Damn it. I can't not believe."

Hwarang Gu kneeled at once. As he kneeled, the other Yaksha kneeled as well.

"I shall follow you."

"I shall follow you!"

My lips formed a calm smile. I had gained the trust of the Yaksha, albeit not completely. Their martial prowess, knowledge and the like would all be of help.

At the same time, I didn't know that I would come to have a much clearer understanding regarding Rakshasa Citadale and the Rakshasa realm. These kinds of information would be useful in their own way after all.

Having raised his head a moment later, Hwarang Gu spoke.

"Then, please tell us what we should do."

He exuded a fighting spirit as if to fight with everything at disposal, now that he had made up his mind.

Truly. That willpower was to my liking.

I spoke lightly.

"Slimes."

"Slimes?"

"Catch some slimes for me."

Gourmandi. He had said he wanted to discuss something related to business.

When I summoned him, his bones were clacking as he spoke excitedly.

“Won't you please tell me about the method to ‘evolution'?”

He sounded desperate. There was no way he would be that desperate if we were merely ‘business partners'. He was a magician, and researcher. No doubt he must have attempted to delve into the method to evolution.

‘Evolution is the power of Authority, however.'

It was a phenomenon which had resulted from the fusion of the power of Universal and Dominator's Authority. Obtaining even one of these abilities would be considered a miracle, and two such powers combined to give birth to a special power called ‘evolution'.

It was very likely that the reason why he had handed over those stocks of goods, which made no significant profit, to me was for the sake of researching that. A 7:3 split of profit, when excluding the cost of raw materials, meant that merely dozens of points would remain for Gourmandi.

Even though he was selling stock, it was at the level of getting bare scraps, merely that he wasn't making a loss And yet Gourmandi had agreed.

Evolution. To discover the principle behind it.

“It seems you failed to figure it out.”

“Th, that is.”

Gourmandi panicked. His motive had been plain to see, however. Gourmandi was a lich, not a philantropist. The personality of liches were very shady and bad. It didn't even need checking to know that they were scheming something behind one's back.

“I do not mind. I knew that you would not find out anyhow.”

“…I wasn't able to figure out the process of slimes evolving no matter what alchemical method I tried. I examined the various possibilities, but only the slimes caught by Uriel Diablo-nim had evolved.”

Gourmandi's desire for research went beyond my expectation.

I mused for a moment. The Jewel of Space. I had to re-negotiate for them because there was no more stock of it.

That's why the truth mustn't be revealed if I am to continue holding the advantageous high ground. I, simply, had to throw a bait in order to stoke the fires of his research.

“Evolution is something that occurs over repeated generations. To adapt to the environment, and to protect one's self from natural enemies. All I did was to merely shorten the time in between.”

“I-, mean to ask! Just what exactly is that so-called method?”

“Laila. Bring that over.”

Laila was by my side, but wearing a cold face again; her expression was, in fact, much colder than before, as if the prior incident hadn't happened at all.

She bowed her head in acknowledgement, went into the storehouse and brought ‘that' back.

Upon seeing it, Gourmandi appeared confused.

“Isn't that a queen slime?”

“This queen slime will soon divide. Even I do not know what it will really divide into.”

“Even if a slime divided, won't it still be a slime?”

Slimes multiplied their numbers through the process of self-division. Naturally the divided slime wouldn't change in type from the original.

But the queen slime I handed over was different.

Slosh!

Sssssk!

When the queen slime was placed on the floor, it stayed where it was with its body full of tension as it began to inflate.

Finally, the queen slime divided into two.

However…during the process of division, a different form to that of a queen slime was appearing.

“H-, how unbelievable!”

Gourmandi's jaws dropped, making a 'Clack!' sound as it did; while it didn't make for a pretty picture exactly, but I could tell that that was how surprised he was.

Fur grew out from one of the divided slime. It became something completely different as it grew legs, hands, then eyes floating up from within into being.

Its very species was changing.

It was shedding off the species of a slime, becoming a beast.

When the division eventually came to an end, one side remained as a queen slime, but the other had become a ‘Giarant'.

Gyaak.

Giarant. It was a mole-type monster that lived on a diet of tree trunks. Their nails had evolved to resemble sickles so that it could dig dirt and cut the roots of trees.

Although it wasn't a particularly powerful or rare monster, however…

“To think a slime could divide into another species!”

…it seemed that Gourmandi saw it as the world's most valuable treasure.

When the queen slime divided, there was a high possibility of it taking on a different form. But most of the time it never went beyond turning into weak monsters like this; monsters with nothing special in particular.

Even I had no way of knowing why only queen slimes would exhibit this phenomenon.

“Researching that giarant should allow you to reach another truth.”

Of course, even if Gourmandi did research it, there was a 99.9% chance that he would discover nothing.

However, If he were to discover something with that 0.1%?

I myself hoped for that to happen. If only Gourmandi could reveal to secret to this ‘evolution', I too would be able to utilize it in much more various ways.

It was close to a scam, but I also had some hope for it. Who knew?

Maybe it would become possible to choose the direction of evolution I want.

If that became possible, then this Authority would become an unparalleled ability. unparalleled ability

“Y-, you are giving it to me?”

“Not for free.”

As I shook my head, Gourmandi looked at the giarant with yearning.

“What is it that you want of me?”

“As you know, the only one to have touched upon the truth of this skill, when excluding Laila and I, is you. Not many could be created through this method as well. You should know the reason as to why I am carrying out this work in such secrecy.”

“Of course. Evolution is akin to the entirety of alchemy, the highest of dreams, after all.”

“That is why…”

I paused, and spoke slowly.

“Why not try investing?”

“Investing, you say?”

“Gourmandi. I shall give you the authority so that you can have monopoly over the research of this technique. I shall also give you a stake in the company. If you properly invest in our company, that is.”

In any case, Gourmandi's name was already put up as the representative of the Absolute Domination Company.

He was a lich who has existed since long ago, and confirmed to possess a significant amount of funds gained through his countless inventions.

“You mean to give only me the opportunity to delve into that secret?”

“Indeed. In exchange, you must share the results of research.”

Gourmandi froze.

He chewed over it in his mind for a long while before asking cautiously.

“If I may ask, how much will be needed…?”

“The more the better, no doubt.”

“I'm neither the master of a city, nor a true billionaire. How much could a small lich possibly earn?”

“Worry not. I do not mean for you to invest all at once. As long as you remain the representative of the Absolute Domination Company, as the company increasingly grows, would you not have further opportunities to compensate?”

“That is…indeed.”

Although he is temporarily a represntative in name only, I intended to give him a fair share if he were to invest; I planned on continuing to develop the company, and to that end, Gourmandi was a core element.

I was also refraining from thoughts of dominating him as much as possible. Gourmandi's inventions and research came from ‘freedom'. If Dominator's Authority affected him too strongly, it might even put a stopper on his ingenuity.

Thus, I called out a reasonable number.

“100,000.”

“100,000 points? There's no way I could have so much money, is there?”

“Then it is to my regret. No other way than to look for someone else.”

I had combed through the Dark Store, again and again, and found all the items under the name of ‘Gourmandi'. That's why I was certain that his savings would amount to at least 100,000 points.

The value which is assessed through Mind's Eye only pertained to the value of the individual. I had a feeling that the money in possession, equipments and the like had less of an influence on value than I had thought. Otherwise, there was no way Gourmandi's value would be assessed as merely 94,000.

I had a thought that I may be able to squeeze some returns out of him sooner than expected, if I play my cards right.

Gourmandi shot straight up from his seat.

“N-, now that I recall, I think I can arrange it.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Selling off some things lying around unsold should be able to cover that.”

“I feel that the Jewels of Space will be needed also.”

“It happens so that I've already prepared about 200 of it. Hahah.”

Indeed, very becoming of an experienced lich. His readiness was thorough, as if to say that he hadn't lived so long in vain.

When I handed him the giarant, Gourmandi's bones were trembling.

It was the product he had gained in exchange for 100,000 points.

Though it would be good if he could find something out from it…

‘That would be good.'

I too was truly hoping for that to happen.

To find out why only the queen slime had a very high chance of taking on a different form when undergoing division.

Moreover, since he agreed to share the research results, I would be able to utilize it in my own way if he were to discover something.

Of course, he wouldn't share everything as is, if there was even the slightest clue I would be able to make a conjecture based on it.

Simply put, this was a battle of wits between Gourmandi and myself.

An invisible fight where victory would be decided on how well the carrot and whip is used.

103,000 points.

It was the total funds I had after receiving the investment of 100,000 from Gourmandi.

I didn't plan on simply holding on to it. What's most urgent now was to plant an ‘agent'.

“Laila.”

“Yes.”

Laila Diablo. After going berserk, she had refraining from speaking as much as possible. Most likely she was having a hard time accepting herself of that time. I had a feeling that she had never even imagined in all her dreams that she would turn her sword on me.

There were many occasions when her words proved useful. But now that she only responded when I talked to her, this difference made my head ache more than I thought it would.

“Are you well informed regarding the Dark Company?”

“I do know regarding the other demon lords at least.”

“Then do you know of a promising dark mechant among them?”

“I apologise. I cannot comprehend my Lord's thoughts for my head is slow of thought.”

Her reactions was too much of a contrast from the norm. It was as if there was a chill blowing. Maybe I was to be thankful that she didn't abandon her duties and came back.

“I plan on planting an agent within the Dark Company. To dominate a skilful dark merchant using my Authority and raise him until he can reach the heart of the company."

“An agent in the Dark Company, you mean?”

“My Authorities show the most light when used against the Dark Company. I will be able to profit much if I could come into possession of the secrets of that place.”

Laila gave a small exclamation, as if in realisation, and nodded her head.

Access the secrets of the Dark Company, and reap the benefits. And interfere with the rift from opening as much as possible. These two things were what I hoped for. I only spoke of the former.

Laila pondered for a moment, before slightly opening her lips.

“What rank do you have your eyes on?”

Dark merchants acted in ranks of nobility.

King, duke, marquis, count, viscount, baron, baronet.

There wre a total of seven ranks, and baronet was ranked the lowest among them.

But even with 100,000 points, at best dominating a baronet or baron was the limit. That's what I had found out using Mind's Eye.

“Is there any competent one among those ranked around baronet? Someone with enough talent that could climb to the top with my assistance.”

“Among the baronets, it is rumoured that Al, Creeky, and Chainam are about the only ones capable. They are dark merchants who have newly received titles of nobility.”

“Who would you choose if you had to pick one?”

“It would be Creeky. He is a merchant that mainly trades jewels and herbs. But because of his great greed, he even secretly keeps slaves behind the scenes. He is someone who even procures rare lifeforms in their wild state if the customer so desires.”

To sum up, he was someone who could prcoure anything for the sake of selling.

“It seems you know him well.”

Laila nodded.

“I have traded a few times with him.”

Some even directly traded through dark merchants, not through the Dark Company. Although the Company didn't encourage the act in particular, I heard that quite many demon lords were profiting from the direct trades. On the other hand, seeing as there's nothing like the commission which the Company takes, the dark merchants seemed to prefer it as well.

I stroked my chin, before rising from my seat.

“Good. I shall try meeting him.”

I could call for him through Laila, but moving myself was faster and more covert.

There was a large verdant garden in a place some distance away from the Dark Company. The gates to the garden opened as I approached it, and a dark merchant came into view who wore a helm with silver horns.

He had been in the middle of using scissors to trim the trees of the garden and the like, when he turned his head to stare at the appearance of a sudden guest. He then fell over with a ‘thud!', planting his bottom on the ground. .

“Huk! I-, isn't this Laila Diablo-nim?”

“The person beside my is my Lord. Is there not someone you should be greeting first rather than me?”

“Hu~k…!”

Creeky.

Greatly surprised, he abandoned the scissors and came dashing over.

I opened Mind's Eye. At the same time,

Name: Creeky
Race: Dark Merchant(Baronet)

Only the name and race came up even using Mind's Eye.

However, that was enough.

It was a challenging affair after all. Dominator's Authority didn't completely affect the Yaksha as well. Likewise, if the dark merchants of noble rank had received something like a blessing from the ‘Great Star', things may become complicated. There was a possibility that I might even simply waste my points.

However…Challenge and adventure were my most favourite words. I knew from experienced that without these two things, one couldn't obtain what one wanted.

“I-, I am late in my greeting. My lord, I am called Creeky. I mainly sell herbs and jewels and…”

“Creeky. Look at me.”

“Yes…?”

Darkmen had no eyes. No nose, nor ears as well. They only had a mouth.

But they too were definitely capable of perceiving others. It was proven by the fact that his face turned toward me as soon as I spoke the words.

‘Dominator.'

The name of the Authority. The moment I echoed the name in my mind,

[Dominator's Authority has activated.]
[56,000 points has been consumed in successfully dominating ‘Darkman Creeky'.]

Creeky's body tilted over.

He fell to the ground with a ‘thump!'.

“Owowow. My apologies. I was too surprised.”

Creeky had spoken as he still remained fallen.

Surely it wasn't ineffective?

He was acting no differently than before. Darkmen didn't have much of a face, so they couldn't be read through their expressions or eyes.

“Are you fine?”

I held out my hand.

Creeky then caught my hand and got up with difficulty.

“Th, thank you.”

“It is nothing. Rather than that…an unusual helmet you have.”

The helmet with silver horns. Darkmen were separated into ranks according to these helmets. Perhaps that being the reason, they cherished and loved their helmets more than anything. They would never stand by and simply watch someone laying a hand on their own helmets.

But Creeky remained still even when I had touched his helmet.

On the contrary, he got up and showed off his helmet.

“It is a helmet which I earned after receiving a title of nobility not too long ago. Haha!”

“Can you give the helmet to me?”

“That is…”

Creeky briefly fell into troubled thought. His distress was plain to see.

Had it failed? Or is it that Dominator had too little an effect?

“Although normally it can't be done…”

After struggling for about 10 seconds, Creeky took off his helm and tried to hand it to me.

It was a relief. Upon seeing that, I smiled inwardly.

‘It's done.'

Those under the influence of Dominator's Authority showed varying symptoms depending on the individual.

There were even cases of the target being completely dominated, following words only, or simply holding some goodwill.

And Creeky was definitely dominated to a significant extent.

Otherwise, there was no way a darkman would try to hand over his own helmet!

To a darkman, his hat was his identity itself.

"…How surprising."

Laila quietly murmured, standing before him. She had almost never seen me actually use Dominator's Authority. That's because Dominator's Authority wasn't an inherent ability of Uriel, but a power which was granted to him by Diablo.

And I had dominated a dark merchant at that too, a noble albeit the lowest of ranked. Apparently she couldn't have imagined at all that he would even becoming willing to hand over his own helmet

"But for what business have you come for?"

"I want to have a private conversation."

"Ahh, I see. This way please. Luckily, there is a good place to talk."

It seemed that Creeky wasn't aware of the changes over his own behaviour. As naturally as water flowing, he behaved as if he hadn't realized being influenced by me.

Otherwise, how could he not even show any suspicion or wariness at my wanting of a private conversation?

Creeky moved toward his mansion.

"My Lord. I advise prudence."

Laila, however, didn't let her guard down; she was the very image of vigilance. Apparently she couldn't completely trust a darkman, even if she had traded with him in the past.

Even without having to do it myself, Laila would inspect the surroundings and warn me of dangers of her own accord. I relaxed.

The place where Creekly lead me to moments later was a secret room underground. It was a securely designed place; a hole was dug in the ground of the mansion, and it was covered up with a rug, and even had an invisibility magic cast on it.

There were countless jewels and herbs, the names of which I knew not. Laila had said that on the 'outside', Creeky was a merchant who dealt in jewels and herbs. Then this must also be a cover meant to mask the 'inside'.

'What a black-bellied fellow.'

There were several safety devices. It was made so that a door leading further underground would appear when a specific pattern is drawn in a specific place.

It was water tight. An unreachable place for the ignorant.

From what I saw of the magical runic inscriptions on the sealing tool, it seemed to be made in a way to collapse the house itself if the specific pattern wasn't drawn properly.

"What are you hiding?"

"I procure what the customer desires, whatever that may be. Even if it means going against the wishes of the Merchant's Association. However, I have some things which I have no other choice than to hide, as they may be confiscated if I were to be reported by another darkman."

So replied Creeky.

A dark merchant was someone who sold everything. Did even they have things which 'mustn't be sold'?

There were numerous rooms nearby.

And these rooms were full to the brim of monsters and items which I'd never seen before in my life.

"Rather than jewels and herbs, I mainly trade in lifeforms on the brink of extinction. They are trade prohibited goods as they number few even in the Company. Surprisingly there are many customers that desire rare things, you see."

"Do you even sell to the demon lords?

"Haha. My 'rank' is still not enough for that. How could I, a nameless nobody with no connections whatsoever, stand before a demon lord?"

I stroked my chin. Indeed, it seemed that there were merchants who did trade with demon lords.

Lifeforms in danger of extinction. They were mostly monsters of the deep sea, or creatures which had evolved in the wrong direction. They were a 'niche' kind, so to say.

"Here is the place. Conversations held here will never leak out. It is a place which I open only when meeting with important guests."

There was a huge stone wall. Behind that was the room for guests. There was a table, and a half-dragon wearing a maid uniform with her head bowed quietly.

Half-dragon race. They were a hybrid species that had inherited the blood of dragons. Dragons would go into heat about once every 10 years, and at that time it is said that they would assault all creatures nearby. The number of those who survive from that encounter, and bear and give birth to the child of a dragon, could be counted with a hand.

Even I had only heard of it; this was my first time actually seeing one.

My god. A half-dragon. She had short bobbed hair, and the mana I could feel from her was extraordinary. Even if only half, a dragon was a dragon. I got the feeling that she was a mix of dragon and elf at that too.

"Welcome back, master."

"Shasha. They are important guests. Bring out the 'Tears of Dawn'."

Upon hearing Creeky's order, the half-dragon called Shasha quietly bowed her head. She then went over to an area which was decorated like a kitchen.

"Uriel Diablo-nim. Laila Diablo-nim. Please sit."

Creeky quietly suggested we sit. Seeing as how there was a chair that wouldn't be strained even if I sat on it. apparently he had put some deep thoughts into preparing it.

As I took a seat, Creeky began to boast.

"Although Shasha's dragon blood gauge is on the low side at 15%, she is a rare species who possesses beauty unique to the elves. Is she not beautiful?"

"Beautiful."

I spoke without reservation.

At my agreement, the corner of Creeky's mouth rose with a twitch.

Darkmen had no eyes, ears or nose, but only a mouth.

"And so the private talk you spoke of…?"

"Do you also take part in 'dimension invasions'?"

"Dimension invasions you ask? Although I haven't personally taken part in an invasion…instead I use the 'Wolves of Twilight' which I've raised."

"Up to what dimension can you invade?"

The Rakshasa realm was assessed as a higher dimension at 18th dimension. In other words, the higher the dimension, the more powerful it would be treated as.

"I have challenged up to the 8th dimension, a middle ranked dimension where monsters of the ocean exist."

"I want to know in more details about the dimensions, invasions and pioneering."

I was curious about the reason why the darkmen tried so hard to carry out invasions.

Because the most basic of knowledge was necessary to make it possible to do something about it.

Fortunately, Creeky wasn't of slow understanding.

"As far as I know, it is said that the dimensions which exist start from 1 to 25. The 1st dimension is a world comprised of literally ant-like weak creatures. The higher you go, the higher the difficulty of the dimension along with a much higher density of life. Simply put, the number of the dimension is decided according to the density of life."

In other words, there also exists a world more powerful than the Rakshasa realm.

"Of course, going over to the 21st dimension, it is dubbed the 'World of Gods'. It is a world mostly ruled over by evil gods. Although they say there's also a place where only the forgotten gods of ancient times exist, but we darkmen can only invade up to the 20th dimension."

[New knowledge has been learned.]

[Upon entering a 'Realm', its related information will be shown at that time.]

It was an unexpected message. What Creeky was telling me now was of 'world history'. Was that why?

"To invade is to infiltrate those 'beings' of the dimensions. Darkmen are able to dominate more powerful beings according to their ranks. We spur those beings into action, giving rise to chaos, confusion and the like, and as we increase the exploration rate we also plunder good items and sell them separately. These kinds of acts assist in widening the rift."

I froze momentarily. If all beings were targets of invasion, if so…

"Is it also possible on Earth?"

"Earth? Ahh, it's possible. It's the sole 0 dimension after all. Only, Earth at present is slightly complicated. Because, as you know, it is a world that exists for the sake of the 'Great Star''s advent. Don't the demon lords think of that place as the 'final battlefield' as well? Us darkmen can't carelessly set foot on that sacred place."

"More details."

"They say that under the 'Great Star''s influence, the 0 dimension, that is to say the lifeforms of Earth, are awakening. Those lifeforms are mainly called as 'humans' however…it is possible for the darkmen to dominate these awakened ones. By digging into their minds and sowing discord among their own kind. But as it is a place which even we can't lay a hand on carelessly, there are several binding restrictions."

Perhaps…

The reason behind the numerous uprising of abnormal organizations, and the repeated slaughter among one another may have been due to the darkmen. Such a thought crossed my mind abruptly.

"When the rift has opened at least 80%, only those ranked marquis and above can carry out 'invasions'. Our role is to bring about the demise of humans while not interfering in the demon lords' war. It's because the advent of the 'Great Star' depends on the seeds he sowed. The awakened ones can be likened to bees that fetch the seeds of the 'Great Star'. Only, the darkmen must never set foot into the 0 dimension before the condition is met."

The half-dragon called Shasha brought out tea, but I didn't even notice it. Evidence of how focused I was on Creeky's words.

The emergence of the awakened was a predestined happening. The moment people touch the 'gates', a seed would be transferred to them. And so the gist of it is that the advent of the 'Great Star' would come about faster when those seeds blooms to a certain extent and undergo sublimation through 'death'.

Squeeze.

I clenched my fist.

Feed. Humans were no different than feed. Right from the beginning, there was no case scenario of the humans' 'victory' to them. It was just like rearing dogs and pigs.

However, there was a way indeed.

I just had to make it so that the rift didn't open over 80%.

There was still a chance.

"U-, uhh, have I done something wrong?"

The mood had frozen in an instant, Apparently I had released energy without my knowing.

I calmed my heart down the best I could before following up with a question.

"What is 'pioneering'?"

"Ahem. Even we darkmen don't know specifically regarding the 'rift'. The rift is a tunnel which leads to all realms, and is at the same time, an entrance and an exit. As our role is to widen the rift, there is a need to explore unexplored regions. That's why a significant reward is given when pioneering. It's an opportunity to strike it rich, should I say; the higher the dimension, one could even have their ranked promoted in one go."

On the other hand, the risk of failure was also big. One could lose all their troops and fall in danger of demotion.

"Of course I'm not fond of pioneering. The possibility of gaining everything, means that one could also lose everything, no? I only ever entrust myself to certainty."

Only entrusting to certainty. Quite the interesting outlook. And yet despite that he conducted trade of lifeforms on the brink of extinction, walking a dangerously thin rope. How ironic. But perhaps that's why Laila had noticed him.

"How high do you have confidence in climbing to if I were to assist you?"

"Pardon? Lord Uriel Diablo intends on helping me?"

I didn't reply.

Despite establishing control through Dominator's Authority, the target's desire had to be fulfilled. There were cases of those that have been dominated, who didn't have their desires satisfied, not following orders properly, and even outright walking away.

That was the result of the experiments I'd done with hundreds of gnolls.

'A command which goes completely against the desire of those dominated may fail.'

That's the reason why I deemed Dominator's Authority as imperfect.

It can make others follow me and hold goodwill towards me, but unless it was absolute domination, there was a possibility of a command going ignored if it goes against the wishes of those dominated.

Fortunately, my Authority worked on Creeky well enough to fall under the category of 'absolute domination'. Seeing as he even handed over his helmet, he would lick my feet if I told him to.

Even so, the power of the Authority may weaken if I were to continuously give conflicting commands which go against the desires of a darkman. When looking at it long-term, it wasn't the right thing to do.

Creeky, having finally regained his senses, spoke with confidence.

"Duke. If my lord will definitely support me, I have the confidence to become a duke, of which there are only three at present."

"Those words, you must never forget even for an instant."

"…Is there something you require of me?"

Give and take is the game.

I liked how he caught on quick.

"Enter the core of the Dark Company and become an informant. You will have to give me information such as the lists of important auctions, and official documents, all of them without anything missing. Also…"

Capable demon lords would all be doing the same thing, however. If there was something different, it would be that I intended on raising Creeky from the beginning, and that he was under the influence of 'domination'. Through conversing with him I had confirmed that he couldn't lie to me at least.

I continued speaking.

"Enter the rift and obstruct the other plunderers."

"Do you mean for me to kill the darkmen?"

"There should be darkmen who are hindrances to us. The darkmen in contact with Carpediem, for example. Or those trying to make connections to him."

Demon lords against demon lords.

And darkmen against darkmen!

If we couldn't lay a hand on one another separately, then I would make them fight among themselves.

So that they won't be able to spare a mind for the likes of the rift and invading. But for that I had to first grow a base. The darkmen were anything but philanthropists. They also had 'desires'. They must quarrel and even stab one another from behind.

I planned on using Creeky, who will rapidly rise through the ranks, and cause great chaos within the abyss, and the Dark Company.

Creeky carried out illegal matters without reservation anyhow. He must have at least had several experiences when it came to meddling with those of the same profession.

Creeky locked his fingers together. He appeared to be calculating something, following which he spoke.

"Points and information are required. While I can acquire the information, in the end us darkmen are those that are moved by points. Naturally, an appropriate amount of troops and equipment will be necessary in order to keep the others in check. After all, at specific times, the performances of the darkmen are compared whereupon promotion or demotion is decided…"

"How much is needed?"

Creeky waved his hand.

"Of course It's fine in the immediate present. For now I will be able to handle it with the amount I have earned. However, looking at it from a long-term view…the product of the Absolute Domination Company is excellent. Although there is still only one product, a rather fine picture should be completed by filling in the other parts slightly. And so there's something I would suggest."

Gourmandi is the representative of the Absolute Domination Company. I had never showed myself on the surface. Despite that Creeky was certain that I was the owner of the company.

Moreover, it seemed that he perceived that my immediate situation wasn't good. Though I had woken after 100 years, I had nothing that could be called a foothold apart from the title of a demon lord. That's why I had even proposed the second best policy.

In other words, Creeky was going to use me, just like how I was going to use him, with the intention of fulfilling each our own greed.

He was quite good. It would have been exceedingly troublesome if I had met him as an enemy.

"Speak."

"Why not consider playing in the 'big waters'?"

Big waters?

At my puzzlement, Creeky followed up with an explanation.

"A banquet where the millionaires of the abyss gather will soon open. I will work my magic if the two of you participate in it."

Creeky's demeanor portrayed strong confidence as he spoke those words.

I left the mansion.

The inside of my head was a jumble of the conversations I had with Creeky.

ㅡAs proof of my loyalty, right tomorrow I will eliminate for you one of the important traders of Carpediem, a darkman called 'Kakel. When tomorrow comes my lord will naturally come to know of the result. Ahh, the 3rd dimension you ask? If it's a darkman in danger of demotion heading there, it should be 'Urashi'. I understand. I shall eliminate him for you together as well.

ㅡThe banquet is two days later. It will be held on the 'Island of Blue Coral'. Would Lady Laila pray come dressed beautifully, and Sir Uriel gallantly.

Lastly, there was a jewel which he had secretly slipped into my hand.

ㅡI see that Laila Diablo's body is very stiff. Please personally gift her this jewel. Lady Laila is sure to regain her vigor. Don't worry. It's nothing bad.

It was a brilliant purple jewel. Its size was about slightly bigger than a baby's nail. Its outer layer was transparent and its purple light shone more towards the inside, and there was a smokey figure which looked like a deer that pranced about inside.

He said that it was a type of jewel which restored vigor. There wasn't nothing particularly harmful about it according to what I saw using 'Mind's Eye' as well.

-A jewel that gives off purple light which is extremely rare among soul jewels

-The soul of a young deer is sealed inside

-Grants peace of mind and body to the wearer

There wasn't much details. If it could grant peace of mind and body, then she may be able to regain her vigor like Creeky said.

'She's definitely stiff.'

After the match with the Yaksha, Laila had changed to become extremely perfunct. Although her attitude in following hadn't changed, I could get an inexplicable feeling of distance. At the least, that feeling of distance wasn't what I caused.

It would become easier for me if she could act proactively with energy. I would be making poor use of a talent if she continued to be so rigid and do nothing but the work given.

On the way back.

"Laila."

"Please speak." Laila replied, walking slightly behind at my side as we were heading toward the gate of the Dark Company.

"Take this."

Laila appeared slightly confused upon seeing the purple jewel. Truthfully, I did feel a slight reluctance regarding the very act of presenting a jewel to a woman.

However, Laila's eyes began to gradually widen.

Thus, I took the initiative.

"I was told it grants peace of mind and body."

"Mi-, mind and body…is it?"

Laila stuttered. It was a first seeing her like this. To this day I had never seen Laila being so flustered.

By any chance, was there a strange meaning which that jewel held?

I added some words, just in case.

"You seemed listless as of late. I cannot remember anything, so act as you do usually."

"As I do usually, you mean?"

"There is no other meaning."

I had a hunch that Creeky had given me something weird. I didn't know what that jewel was, but it wasn't as if I didn't have any tact as well.

That's why I had given clarification, but Laila had taken the jewel into both hands and hugging near her heart. Face flushed, and breathing rough…I would be an idiot to not realize what it meant even after seeing that reaction.

I struggled to ignore it and walked forwards.

'Damnable fellow.'

Creeky. As I thought, the inside of his belly was pitch-black.

After Uriel Diablo and Laila Diablo went away.

Creeky spoke as he savored the taste of tea.

"I must say, what a beautiful couple."

There was much talk regarding Uriel Diablo and Laila Diablo.

The demon lord who woke only after 100 years. Laila Diablo, who had acted the substitute in place of the lord for 100 years.

Laila Diablo, in particular, was a popular subject of discussion.

That beautiful martial prowess of hers, and her unfaltering combative spirit had resulted in her being called 'Queen'. While she wouldn't know of it, she had countless secret admirers.

However, to think she was even capable of standing against Carpediem!

Seeing as she was waging war against a demon lord, and due to a mess of various other relationships, none could easily proffer a hand of assistance.

Of course, before war broke out, a great many had attempted to give 'help' to Laila Diablo. But as their conditions were betrothal and marriage, there was no way Laila would accept. On the contrary, it's said that several among those who had approached her to propose weren't able to return alive.

It was to the extent that there were rumours that even Carpediem had 'waged war in order to get hold of Laila Diablo'.

If she were to make an appearance officially…the impact would be large.

"Don't you think them beautiful, Shasha?"

"As the master says."

"Their bloodline must be preserved at all costs. Such precious blood as theirs is rare, you see. Though I can't speak for the other dimensions, the inheritance of strength is nothing strange within the abyss."

The preservation of bloodlines. It meant a pure lineage.

If Uriel and Laila were to become a pair, how wonderful the successor born would be.

Such happenings were frequent within this abyss; those of the same blood coupling for the sake of maintaining bloodlines, for the succession of strength.

'The purple soul jewel. It signifies eternal union.'

The males of the abyss were unfamiliar with it. But a female would know well of the meaning contained with the jewel. Eternal union. And at the same time, it was like pledge of a powerful male to never abandon the other.

Talk of how Laila Diablo dearly yearned for Uriel Diablo wasn't exactly a secret rumour either. Taking a step ahead of that, Creeky believed that Laila loved Uriel.

It should be about now…

Imagining the scene, the corner of Creeky's lips quirked up.

'Anyway, I feel that something is off.'

Creeky then fell into thought.

Why was he following a demon lord who he had met for the first time today?

He thought for a moment before shaking his head. In any case, if Uriel Diablo had his back, it wasn't impossible to raise ranks, climbing closer to becoming a duke.

Hadn't he committed all kinds of deeds for the sake of climbing toward the top?

This opportunity mustn't be lost. For the sake of mutual benefit, he had to first show 'proof'.

"Shasha. Round up the Wolves of Twilight. I must go raiding."

The next day.

There was an official announcement through the Dark Store.

「Due to the dark merchant who was in charge of 'Dry Mine' going missing, for the time being the supply of 'Dry Ore' will be halted temporarily. 」

Creeky had said it. That come today, I would naturally come to know.

This was the only change.

"What is dry ore?"

Wearing a gorgeous skirt and something similar to a blouse, unlike the usual brown leather clothing she wore, Laila replied.

"It is a crucial ore to maintaining golems or complicated magic tools. It is very rare and expensive."

"They say the supply is halted."

"That is extremely good news. The dry ore business should be backed by Carpediem, so right about now he should be jumping up and down. Creeky, clearly he had kept his promise."

Her rigid manner of speech had considerably softened.

After giving her the jewel yesterday, Laila once again brightened.

And that wasn't all.

She went so far as to have it made into a necklace and wore it around.

'He's more competent than expected.'

In any case, Laila had an accurate eye for things. Never did I expect that he would live up to his words only after a day, even though laying a hand on darkmen in contact with demon lords was rather dangerous behaviour.

The fact that the incident was treated as a 'disappearance' meant that they couldn't find the culprit. Creeky. He was meticulous.

It was my turn next.

"Are the clothes to be worn to the banquet still being prepared?"

"Yes. Tomorrow, it should be completed before we depart."

I had intended on wearing whatever and going, but Laila dissuaded me in the end. She said something about the need to show dignity appropriate to the importance of the event.

After that I strolled about outside the castle. It was to take Igneel on a walk.

Laila followed behind demurely, and the Yaksha who had returned from collecting slimes from outside the castle, upon seeing her, gaped with astonishment and disbelief.

"Heavens."

"Did I see wrongly…"

"That demon of a woman…? Huh!"

When Laila glanced at them, the Yaksha hastily averted their gazes. She was powerful, and they were weak. To them, Laila spoke viciously.

"There should be no time for idle talk, no? Make preparations immediately and gather at the training hall. We shall spar in a short while."

Every day the Yaksha enhanced their skills as they sparred with Laila.

It was for the sake of firmly increasing their skills that I had Laila learn the Yaksha's warrior skills, and the Yaksha Laila's irregular method of attack.

I had tried teaching Igneel as well, but that fellow didn't show much interest in it.

Hwarang Gu shook his head in resignation.

"Isn't the discrimination between us and the lord too harsh?"

"That is because my Lord is whom I must serve, and you lot are those I must order around."

"That's too much."

Breathing out a sigh, Hwarang Gu plodded inside the castle. He had to distinguish and separate the slimes, and then head over to the training hall.

"Is it fine for you not to go?"

Laila had to prepare as well if she were to spar.

At this, Laila asked cautiously.

"Will it be okay for me to accompany you a little longer?"

If I were to say that she had become more forthcoming as compared to before, would I be mistaken?

As I moved ahead without replying, Laila drew right close to my side and began walking, her gaze as if every minute and second were precious.

At the Island of Blue Coral.

Truly befitting its name, it was a small island with blue corals in abundance.

A huge palace was built that, and countless individuals gathered there.

There were so many that it should be likened to a sea of monsters, as opposed to a sea of people.

Indeed, a land of monsters. From a 'Bachelor Rats' who were the size of children and looked like a rat, there was a vampires and orc decked in all kinds of jewels, a twin-head ogre, and even a death knight.

Powerful monsters rarely seen such as medusas. When I saw a balrog, which was called the most destructive monster, I thought I would stop breathing.

The moment I made my appearance, crossing over the gate with a 'Shuang' noise, a commotion broke out in the surroundings.

"Laila Diablo?"

"Is it really Laila Diablo?"

"I can't believe it."

Laila received more attention rather than me.

On the contrary, it seemed that they didn't know of me. In truth, it was only at the Dark Company that there were those with distinguishing eyes, officially Uriel Diablo had made no movements for 100 years.

"Isn't it the first time that she showed up at a place like this?"

"Ha! She is as gallant and beautiful as ever."

"That kind of attire…surely she hasn't come in search of a partner?"

"D-, damn. I think the clothes I picked are too casual."

It was an explosive popularity. Laila acted nonchalantly. On the contrary, she even showed signs of irritation at their interest.

When Laila drew closer to me, only then did the attention gather on me.

"However, who is the demon race at the side?"

"Mm. I can feel extraordinary mana from him."

"That appearance is definitely…"

Only then did they become wary of me.

While there were indeed some among them who recognized me, they were the extreme minority.

I slowly took a look around me.

Countless monsters. However, it definitely 'smelled of points'.

There were many who had come dressed up, even though they were monsters. As I used Mind's Eye to examine the things they brought, and the things they wore, I was soon able to realize the meaning behind this banquet.

'Indeed.'

I could tell why Creeky had said to 'come come dressed stylishly and beautifully.

The place where the millionaires of the abyss gathered. But these individuals were no simple millionaires.

The owner of a military corps, the leader of a race, and even owners of several cities.

Most likely there would be other demon lords as well.

As such, it meant that today I had to become the main character of this place. For the sake of leaping to a higher level, so to say.

I placed a hand on Laila's shoulder.

"M-, my Lord?"

"Smile with composure as you walk. You are too stiff."

"U-, understood."

Laila forced a smile.

It was passable, albeit awkward.

Like that, we set foot into the banquet hall.

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