I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 558

Chapter 558: Filter

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Ling Ping'an looked at the elf in front of him.

Her body already reflected characteristics of the Children of the Sun.

Her long golden hair was draped behind her back.

Under her fair skin, there were fine golden patterns.

It seemed that her progress was not bad.

Ling Ping'an nodded with some gratification. “Customer, you have to quickly redeem the longbow that you mortgaged at my place!”

In the past, he was muddle-headed.

Even now, he still couldn't fully understand.

But he still knew that he wasn't ‘human'.

For a monster like him, the best way was for the others to not develop any transcendent relationship with him.

And especially not to owe him anything.

That would cause death!

Because he was a disaster!

It was ominous!

It was taboo!

He could still think rationally now…

And treating everything with the consciousness of a gentleman. Otherwise, none of his clients would have a good life.

However, it couldn't be like this forever.

His humanity might disappear at some point in the future.

Even if there would be a bit of it left…

It still couldn't be used in this world and on these people.

The infinite universe had an infinite world.

He couldn't care too much about those.

It was already good enough that he was able to barely protect the world that nurtured him.

As for the rest…

To be honest, even now, Ling Ping'an was still in the mindset to treat them like game characters.

They were just some data, just some mirages.

So the fact that he was able to give a few pointers was already a gentleman's behavior.

When Sylvanas heard this, not only did she not hesitate at all, she even bowed deeply in gratitude. “Understood!”

“I will do it as soon as possible!”

Of course, she had to pay back the ‘money' she owed!

And she had to do it quickly!

Moreover, the Sun Queen understood that it was an extreme honor for her, for the Supreme amidst the fog to be speaking to her in public.

It was equivalent to obtaining his endorsement!

The Windrunner's royal authority would be set in stone from then on!

The position and safety of the sun elves in Azeroth would receive the highest level of protection!

Be it the tribe or the alliance, no one would dare to offend them from now on.

As for the trolls in the forest, they could only choose between surrender or death.

But…

Sylvanas asked carefully, “I wonder, what could I possibly use to pay my debt?”

Ling Ping'an thought for a moment and said, “The skin of a Void Lord!”

“I'll make do with that!”

The Children of the Sun were a civilization that had barely touched the threshold of a lower-class race.

The so-called lower-class race was a system of civilization evaluation in the universe.

Only a civilization that had stepped through that threshold was worthy of being called a civilization.

For example, the Children of the Sun in their prime, had broken the shackles of their physical bodies and their mother planet and could roam around the galaxy freely.

They were just one step away from that threshold.

To be placed among the overlords of the universe!

Unfortunately, their lives were not good, and they encountered the hunting

Colors of Space.

Naturally, their civilization was wiped out and they were made into specimens and became tributes.

This was a common outcome for space civilizations.

In this dark universe, all civilizations were hunters.

They hid themselves, hunted their enemies, and eliminated their competitors.

The only way to achieve this was to become a lower-class race.

This was because the standard of a lower-class race was to possess and master a hunting civilization, and to effectively hide their own technology or strength.

The best of them were the technological civilization represented by the Yith civilization and the psionic power civilization represented by the Starstreak.

If they were to develop normally, civilizations like the Yith and Starstreak would be able to develop safely without problems.

The Yith's time-traveling technology allowed them to mess around with timelines.

Starstreak's powerful psionic power allowed them to destroy all enemies.

But that was all.

The powerful Yith civilization had already perished.

And Starstreak, who was even more powerful, had long sought refuge with one of Ling Ping'an's servants.

This was because these cosmic hunters soon discovered.

That when a civilization reached its end, there was no way to advance.

The great filter didn't only exist at the initial stages of a civilization.

It also existed at every stage of a civilization!

Every step forward was incredibly difficult.

The more they advanced, the more desperate they became.

The more they knew, the more painful it was.

Therefore, Starstreak voluntarily surrendered to one of Ling Ping'an's servants.

From then on, the cosmic hunters Starstreak died.

And the clan tribe's Starstreak was born.

Their choice couldn't be evaluated by the concept of good or bad.

Because, although they lost their freedom and even their bodies were distorted by their master's powerful strength and will, becoming one of the most terrifying creatures in the universe…

But at least…

They survived.

And compared to them, the Yiths had perished.

Even their civilization had become specimens!

Ling Ping'an was not aware of these things at the moment.

That was because he was not smart enough.

But he could vaguely sense something.

From his intuition, he could sense this thing called price.

The skin of a void Lord!

It barely covered the legacy of the Child of the Sun.

That was also because a civilization such as the Child of the Sun had yet to truly step into the threshold of a lower-class race.

They could only roam the galaxy and exploit nearby resources.

Yet, they had failed to grasp true strength.

Nor did they manage to break the barrier of that filter.

…

Sylvanas was appalled when she heard that.

A Void Lord?!

She had never heard of something like it.

But…

The others who were watching the situation were terrified.

“A Void Lord?!”

“Even the Titans couldn't destroy it!” Tyrande muttered.

There were creatures made of countless shadow energy in the void.

These shadow creatures were usually called shadow demons.

Most of them couldn't affect reality.

However, there were a few individuals that were incomparably powerful.

So powerful that they could temporarily appear in reality and distort and corrode other creatures.

These existences were the Void Lords!

Powerful existences that even the Titans were unable to destroy!

And Azeroth's current state was also because the ancient gods sent by the Void Lords had eroded it.

Dark night, dwarves, humans, trolls, and so on…

Were all caused by the flesh and blood curses of the ancient gods.

Legend had it that the Burning Legion was also connected to those Void Lords.

The Dark Titan had been corrupted by the Void Lords and fallen.

Now…

The mysterious person who had appeared from the doors of light had directly asked the sun elf to offer him a piece of the Void Lord's skin to redeem the ‘longbow' that was mortgaged with him.

What longbow? He actually wanted the skin of a Void Lord to redeem it?!

Countless questions rose and fell in his mind.

The black-haired, black-eyed young man in the mirror of light had already turned around.

“Little Ke…”

“I'll leave the matters here to you!” He did not even look at the octopus head that had been lying on the ground respectfully and walked back on his own.

The octopus head raised its neck.

Its tentacles fluttered.

Countless mouthparts screamed.

It seemed like it had received the order!

He watched the mysterious existence with utmost respect as it stepped into the door of light.

He waited until the starlight dimmed and everything dissipated.

He suddenly turned his head.

He looked at the Qila Ruins!

Then…

The Magic Mirror of light instantly shattered.

Before it shattered, Tyrande only saw countless tentacles covering the sky and earth, enveloping the entire Qila ruins.

Chapter end

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