Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"A shameless person isn't truly invincible!"

Heimers said something that the others didn't quite understand.

But because of his strength, even the white-haired middle-aged man smiled politely.

"That is how it should be!"

"That's what a man should do!"

Clutching the spatial ring in his hand, the purple-haired youth's eyes revealed a deep sense of envy.

The spatial ring contained the golden shield knife he had purchased.

"No rush. As long as I return to the Demon Castle and successfully submit the Golden Blade of Protection and the Demon Seal, I will be a powerful one-star demon."

The purple-haired youth cheered himself up.

"But I'm still so envious!"

In the front row of the Metal Life's cockpit, Heimers sat imposingly, with Barmer sitting beside him.

She even whispered to him:

"My lord, once you return to the Demon Castle, as long as you submit Bassim's withered wooden scepter, you will immediately become a five-star demon."

"Hahaha!"

After saying that, Barmer smiled.

"I'd really like to see the surprised looks on the faces of those people at Devil's Castle."

"Huh? Directly upgrading from a one-star demon to a five-star demon? Is that even possible?"

Heimers exclaimed in surprise.

When he said this, he made no attempt to hide the fact that the middle-aged man with white hair was Aiken.

This is a test!

Heimers wanted to see if Aiken, being from Demon Castle, would react in any special way to his and Barmer's blatant point-farming.

No!

Aiken showed no reaction whatsoever.

"I'm telling you, Aiken, we're plotting to farm Demon Points. As an official of Demon Castle, shouldn't you stop us?"

Heimers said.

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"Prevent?"

Aiken grinned and said, "Why should I stop you? Even if you weren't actually farming points, it's none of my business."

Reality will teach you a lesson!

In hell,

If a star-level demon who doesn't live up to his name ever appears, countless challengers will immediately flock to him.

They know all too well how to make a name for themselves.

It's certainly difficult to gain fame by stepping on the strong, but it's the most worthwhile business to gain fame by stepping on unworthy fools.

No one can refuse!

Even the perilous challenge of becoming a palace lord is undertaken by countless people, let alone challenging a mid-level god whose strength is insufficient to match a five-star demon.

"Hahaha~!"

Hemos chuckled. With the cockfighting nature of the endless powerhouses of Hell, he would fight to his heart's content even knowing he was no match.

Challenging a mid-level god? That's actually quite possible.

Even if this mid-level god is indeed a five-star demon, we'll only know for sure after we fight him.

Unless the difference in strength is so great that it leads to despair, no one can stop the countless powerful beings in Hell from fighting.

They are too eager to improve.

Using combat to unleash one's innate potential and to promote comprehension is indeed the only way for a Hell Warrior to break through quickly.

Both Heimus and Barmer were more or less affected by this.

……

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

The metallic lifeforms hovered again at the North Gate of Yilan City. Heimers and Bamer disembarked first, followed by more than a dozen god-level beings who had passed the demon test.

Although he passed the test, he hasn't received the Demon Medal yet.

Upon entering the city, they paid another inkstone, which Heimers ignored, leaving the rest to his follower, Barmer.

right now,

Regardless of whether Salif is the Barmer we're imagining, let's just call him 'Barmer' for now.

Barmer Salif said the same thing to Heimers: since he is a follower, he should be treated with sincerity!

The city guards were stunned.

What's going on with them?

A soldier from Yilan asked their squad leader.

"You're asking me? Who should I ask?"

The squad leader was filled with frustration and astonishment, but who could answer his questions?

"Perhaps a reclusive expert!"

To maintain the captain's prestige, the squad leader could only make things up.

"But he is a mid-level god!"

This sergeant had a penchant for arguing; not satisfied with the captain's explanation, he raised his own question again.

"madness!"

"The strong are omnipotent! They might just be deliberately disguising their soul aura."

The squad leader resorted to his "make-up" technique.

He hadn't expected to be able to persuade this argumentative soldier under his command, but the effect was unexpected.

"It really is true!"

"Captain, you're amazing!"

The argumentative sergeant nodded. "I heard from the people guarding the dimensional teleportation array that they do indeed occasionally see mid-level gods traveling between dimensions."

"However, how could a mid-level god possibly travel between planes? Putting aside whether their strength allows it, the teleportation costs alone are beyond what a mid-level god can afford."

Although the city guards had a more comfortable life, they were also very bored, and they would talk about anything they could find for centuries.

Until the next topic of conversation appears.

……

Yilan City, Devil's Castle.

"Turn in the quest!"

Hemers remained silent.

But the middle-level gods who followed behind started shouting first.

These words immediately attracted the attention of everyone who was standing in the lobby on the first floor of the Demon Castle.

"Is it a demon test mission?"

"Of course, I remember seeing this person before, but I can't recall the name right now."

All eyes turned to them, and they immediately started talking.

The vastness of hell causes information to flow slowly.

But once the news spreads in the Demon Castle, it will surely spread throughout Hell at a speed far exceeding that of metal lifeforms.

There was no telephone in this world.

But there is a faster means of communication than the telephone—divine clones.

Demon Castle has specialized intelligence personnel who are stationed in different cities or even different continents.

The sole purpose was to send important intelligence from Demon Castle.

Not all intelligence warrants Demon Castle deploying its dedicated intelligence personnel.

They have their own intelligence value assessments, and other secondary intelligence is filled in by civilian organizations.

But the final intelligence gathered on and around Devil's Castle.

This has given rise to a profession:

Information broker!

They survived by scavenging information that the Devil's Castle didn't want.

They can still live very well.

Hell is too vast, cities too few; with endless lives converging, there will always be opportunities of one kind or another.

It all depends on whether you can spot and seize the opportunity.

At this moment, upon hearing someone clamoring to hand in the demon assessment task, they all opened their ears.

They wanted to find out if there was any profitable information.

"quiet!"