A few days later.
Under the high dome of the Winter Spring Valley Council, seven figures sat around a circular table.
Mage Andrew looked at the various documents in his hand with a serious expression.
"Steward Andrew, the coalition forces formed by religious factions such as the Order Church, the Light God Sect, and the Life Council have surrounded the demon-occupied Mithril City and are planning a second major assault. They are requesting that we send more mages for support."
"However, the demons occupying Mithril City this time are extremely powerful, unlike any ordinary demon army, and there are traces of the Abyss Society among them. I feel this was a long-planned attack."
"Still, after several days of investigation, we have gathered a significant amount of information about these demons."
As Andrew listened to the report, his gaze fell on the magical image in the document.
It was a picture of the Demon Lord taken on the night Mithril City was attacked.
"But unfortunately, Steward Andrew, after extensive cross-referencing, we found no historical records of this Demon Lord. He doesn’t seem to be one of the Ten Great Kings of the Abyss either…"
Andrew fell into deep thought.
After a long while, he pondered, "What if it’s the First Demon Lord of the Abyss? Do you think that’s possible?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of all the stewards changed slightly.
The First Demon Lord of the Abyss?
They had naturally heard of this terrifying entity that existed only in legends.
It was said that thousands of years ago, a powerful demon suddenly appeared in a certain plane of the Abyss. With unmatched strength, he slaughtered his way through thousands of Abyssal planes.
Half of the Ten Great Kings were killed by him, and in the end, he even slew the then First Demon Lord, gaining the recognition of the Abyssal Will and taking his place.
But after suddenly emerging and rising to power thousands of years ago, this terrifying being had been lying dormant in the deepest parts of the Abyss, and no one had seen him emerge since.
Thus, in the rumors of the main world, he had always remained a mysterious existence.
"That is indeed a possibility…"
The Second Steward pondered, "The Abyss Society, this heretical organization, worships the First Demon Lord of the Abyss. Their active involvement this time must have a reason."
"But…" another steward frowned, "Don’t you think this is absurd? He’s the First Demon Lord! A being capable of rivaling gods and bringing about destruction. Is a small Order Church really worth his personal intervention?"
Andrew’s expression remained serious.
He gently tapped the table, deep in thought.
"Indeed, but let’s make a hypothesis. If he really is the First Demon Lord and has already descended to the Violet Continent, where would he be now?"
*Clatter—*
A few bits of gravel fell from the dome above.
On a high ladder, Lynn, wearing a mask and holding a shovel and bricks, called down,
"Steward Andrew, could you move aside? I’m going to patch up that hole above you. Be careful of falling debris!"
Andrew smiled and looked up at Lynn on the ladder, saying warmly,
"It’s alright, child. We won’t get hit. Remember to come down for a cup of tea after you’re done. Be careful!"
The other stewards also showed kind expressions.
What a diligent and simple young man.
If it weren’t for his lack of talent, they would have loved to take him from Nanako and mentor him themselves!
Then, their stern gazes fell on Nanako, who was curled up in her chair, hiding her face under the wide brim of her mage’s hat.
Though she was well-covered, the redness on her cheeks was still visible.
It wasn’t a blush of shyness.
But one of shame.
"Nanako, so you *do* feel ashamed!" Andrew scolded mercilessly,
"How many times have I told you! Look forward when you’re flying, look forward, look forward! Why do you never listen? Do you know how many mage towers you’ve crashed into this month?"
Nanako hung her head in shame, her face red as she muttered, "I’m sorry, Grandpa Andrew."
Andrew continued, "Do you think a simple apology will fix this? If it weren’t for your hardworking and capable disciple cleaning up your messes, I’d have your salary docked until the year 2021!"
Nanako buried her face even deeper in her hat, utterly mortified.
After reprimanding Nanako, Andrew placed his hands on the table and said solemnly,
"Let’s return to the previous topic. Based on your experience, where do you think the First Demon Lord of the Abyss would be?"
The stewards pondered.
One of them frowned and said, "A being as destructive as the First Demon Lord wouldn’t be in an ordinary place. In my opinion, he’s likely in the Forbidden Hell to the northwest. That place is always filled with immense shadow energy. For a powerful being like the First Demon Lord, it would be an ideal location!"
**[Indeed, indeed, it’s a great place. I often go there for vacations.]**
Another steward shook his head and said gravely,
"No, if he really is the First Demon Lord, he’s probably hiding in the headquarters of the Abyss Society. He might even be secretly planning his next attack, perhaps on the Life Council or the Light God Sect."
**[True… that should be added to the schedule. And it’s about time I checked on my maidens. Their path has been a bit off lately…]**
Andrew, however, pondered and said slowly,
"No, if he really is the First Demon Lord, do you think he’d need to scheme? He can kill the avatars of gods. Who on this continent could possibly stand against him?!"
He narrowed his eyes and said, "I can only guess that his descent has a deeper meaning. Perhaps he’s planning something that could overturn the entire continent, or maybe he’s extracting the world’s essence from the planet’s core!"
**[Hmm… I’ll just finish patching this wall first…]**
As the stewards debated fervently, Nanako had practically buried her head in the table.
She really wanted to say,
No! You’re all wrong!
The Demon Lord you’re talking about is the one patching the hole in the wall right now!
Nanako’s expression was utterly awkward.
"But no matter what," one steward said with narrowed eyes, "we must take this seriously. The Order Church has already been attacked. It’s very possible that we’re next!"
"Impossible," Nanako blurted out, her eyes wide.
Instantly, all eyes turned to her.
Nanako’s face turned red as she lowered her head and stammered, "Well… we’re all good people in Winter Spring Valley. Surely we wouldn’t be attacked… um… er…"
Andrew took a deep breath and said with a complex expression, "Nanako, you need to understand something. Demons are evil creatures. They don’t distinguish between good and evil. All they know is destruction, slaughter, and chaos!"
**[Agreed, this blue-haired loli is too naive!]**
"Especially a Demon Lord like the First Demon Lord. He’s chaos incarnate, probably the type to casually devour children."
**[Bullshit!]**
"If he really comes, Nanako, not only will Winter Spring Valley be destroyed, but your mage tower, your disciple, and even you yourself will face calamity!"
**[Nonsense! My loli master’s antics are already enough to drive me crazy. Why would I bring more trouble upon myself? Do you know how long it takes me to patch a wall?!]**
Nanako glanced nervously at Lynn, who was standing on the ladder, casually juggling a few bricks.
"I… I understand, Grandpa Andrew. Um… can we change the topic?"
She was really worried her disciple might accidentally drop a brick and kill Grandpa Andrew.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
