Cut off my way home? You'll sacrifice the entire other world in return!

Northern Steel Fortress.

This is the territory of the dwarves and also the largest armory on the continent.

The furnaces burned day and night, and the sound of hammers striking the metal was deafening.

Today, King Bronzebeard is very happy.

He was standing on the throne, holding a wine glass, and shouting at the craftsmen and warriors below.

"Drink! Drink it all!"

"News has come from the Holy Light Capital! That cowardly Demon King has finally been defeated by Eric!"

"The weapons we built have performed a great service! From now on, our Iron Fortress will be the number one arms dealer on the mainland!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!!"

Thousands of dwarves raised their cups, spilling ale all over the ground.

A magic crystal screen floats in the center of the hall.

This is a magic communication network commonly used on the mainland, usually used to broadcast gladiatorial matches or release major news.

At this moment, the screen is filled with static.

"What happened?" Bronzebeard hiccuped, slapping the armrest in annoyance. "Why did the signal drop? Weren't we supposed to be broadcasting Eric's triumphant return live?"

"Perhaps it's because the capital is too lively and the magical fluctuations are too great," the head guard said with a smile.

Sizzle… Sizzle…

The screen flickered a few times.

The picture finally came out.

The hall fell silent.

Everyone craned their necks to see how the legendary Child of Light would stand on the Demon King's head and receive cheers.

However, there were no flowers in the picture.

There were no cheering crowds.

Only red.

Red sky, red earth.

The camera appears to be looking down from high above.

What should have been the location of the Holy Light Imperial Capital is now a deep pit emitting black smoke.

The pit was full of lava.

"Where...where is this?" Bronzebeard rubbed his eyes. "Was there a wrong broadcast? Is this some kind of volcanic eruption?"

No one answered him.

Because the camera zoomed in.

The camera focused on the edge of the deep pit.

There is a mountain there.

A mountain made of shattered stone, fragments of armor, and charred bones.

A person was sitting on the mountaintop.

Black hair and black clothes.

He was looking at the camera with a bored expression.

And behind him.

It was a densely packed army of undead, their eyes glowing red, standing in neat rows on the ruins.

It stretches as far as the eye can see.

pat.

Copperbeard dropped the wine glass from his hand.

"That's... Demon King Li Fan?"

"And what he's sitting on... that's... that's the spire of the Cathedral of Holy Light?!"

What about the capital city?

What about that city that was said to never fall?

What about the three million people?

That's all?

All gone?

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The Forest of Southern Elves.

Beneath the ancient tree of life.

Queen Sylvanas of the Elves is playing her harp with elegance.

She is one of the key participants in this reverse positioning Earth project.

It was she who provided the magic of spatial coordinates.

"Your Majesty."

An elven elder hurried in, his face ashen.

"What's wrong?" Sylvanas stopped pointing, somewhat displeased. "What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and disorganized?"

"Watch...watch the live stream..."

The elder pointed to the water mirror technique in the air.

Sylvanas looked up.

She saw the man sitting on the mountain of corpses.

They also saw the burly figure standing behind the man, his entire body black and radiating an aura of death.

"That's... Eric?"

Sylvanas covered her mouth.

She recognized the sword.

That was the holy sword given to the hero by the elves, and it was engraved with her blessing.

Now the sword has turned black.

Blood was dripping from the sword.

And Eric, the knight who once knelt before her and swore to protect the forest, now stands behind the Demon King like a loyal dog.

"This is impossible..."

Sylvanas felt a wave of dizziness.

"That's necromancy... and the highest level of necromancy..."

"He turned the hero into an undead?!"

"How dare he? The gods will not let him get away with this!"

Just then.

Li Fan in the picture seems to have noticed the eyes of the whole world.

He flashed a bright white smile at the camera.

"Everyone."

The sound traveled through the magical network to every corner of the continent.

"I am Li Fan."

"Was the fireworks beautiful?"

The Elf Forest was deathly silent.

All the elves stopped what they were doing and stared at the man in horror.

"I know you're watching."

"Bronzebeard, the Dwarf King, your Iron Fortress is quite sturdy. I wonder if it can withstand a second meteorite?"

The Northern Dwarf King plopped down on the ground, his crotch soaked.

"Sylvanas, the Elf Queen."

Li Fan continued calling out names.

"I heard you created those spatial coordinates?"

"You're very good."

"As a reward, I'll let Eric bring his new friends to your forest for a party."

The harp in the Elf Queen's hand snapped with a loud crack, its string breaking.

Blood flowed down her fingertips.

She sensed the murderous intent.

Even across the screen, thousands of miles away, the palpable killing intent still suffocated her.

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Free Trade Union Parliament Hall.

This place is home to the wealthiest merchants and most powerful nobles on the continent.

They were originally dividing up the spoils after the Demon King's death.

Everyone is trembling right now.

"Is he... is he insane?"

A senator, as fat as a ball, wiped away cold sweat.

"He wasn't like this before! He wouldn't even kill a chicken before! He treated the expeditionary teams we sent to fight to the death to the best of his ability, then let them go!"

"Yeah! Everyone says he's a spineless devil, a country bumpkin who only knows how to farm!"

"Why did it suddenly turn out like this?!"

Chaos reigned in the parliament hall.

Until an old voice rang out.

"Because we crossed the line."

The speaker was a retired scholar holding a piece of intelligence.

"This is the last intelligence report sent back from the front lines, before the capital was destroyed."

The old scholar threw the intelligence report on the table.

"Eric has cut off the Demon King's way home."

"Furthermore, they went to the Demon King's homeland and humiliated his parents."

The hall fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Come back home?

Just for this?

"The reason he's acted so gently for the past ten years, the reason he's played this boring game of hero versus dragon with us......"

The old scholar's voice trembled.

"It's because he wants to go home."

"He treated us like pets. As long as we obediently expressed our resentment, he wouldn't kill anyone."

"This is a deal."

"He also gave us a way to survive."

The old scholar looked up at the man sitting on the mountain of corpses on the screen.

His eyes were filled with despair.

"But we've blocked our only way out."

"He doesn't need to hold a grudge anymore."

"He needs fuel."

"And we..."

The old scholar pointed to himself and then to everyone present.

"It's fuel."

Endless regret filled everyone's hearts.

If we had known it would be like this, we wouldn't have dared to touch that spatial passage even if we had a hundred times the courage.

If they had known that this demon king was only refraining from killing people so he could go home, they would have even pooled their money to build him a portal to send this plague away!

But it's too late now.

On the screen, Li Fan stood up.

He patted the dust off his bottom.

"Alright, that concludes our reminiscing."

Li Fan waved at the camera.

"I know you are assembling your army and praying to God."

"It's okay, come on over."

"The more people, the better."

"After all, the road is long, and I need a lot of bricks."

Li Fan turned around.

Eric, standing behind, raised the demon sword.

The three million-strong undead army roared deafeningly.

The screen went black.

The live stream has ended.

But the fear has only just begun.

On this day, the entire other world recalled the fear of being dominated.

The demon king who only knew how to grow potatoes is dead.

Instead.

He's a madman who wants to drag the whole world down with him.

Royal families from various countries held emergency meetings overnight.

There was no arguing or shifting of blame.

Because everyone knows that this is not a political game or a distribution of benefits.

To be or not to be.

"Form a coalition!"

"Show all your cards!"

"Awaken our sleeping ancestors!"

"Send a plea for help from the divine realm!"

Commands were issued in rapid succession.

Humans, elves, dwarves, orcs...

All races put aside their prejudices and formed an unprecedentedly large coalition.

All for the sake of fighting against that one person.

And at the edge of a distant meteorite crater.

Li Fan watched the numbers constantly changing on the system panel.

The world's fear level has skyrocketed.

Energy conversion efficiency increased to 200%.

He smiled.

He took the missing person poster out of his pocket and glanced at it.

"Mom, we might miss dinner tonight."

"But it's okay."

"I'll bring some local specialties back with me."

Li Fan put the photos away.

His gaze fell upon the coalition forces that were gathering in the distance.