The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

Dekan seemed to understand Pusser's anxiety and smiled gently.

Then his pupils gradually turned gold, and his demon horns slowly appeared on his head.

And just like that, right in front of Pusser, he transformed from a human into a demon.

Every move he made seemed to be mocking Pusser's incompetence.

Pusser was completely unable to determine whether Delois had used any disguise.

It was as if Deloitte was effortlessly performing something that defied the laws of the world.

"Pusser, come closer."

After being demonized, Dekan's golden eyes were filled with a nonchalant mockery, as if revealing his truest nature, possessing both extreme madness and extreme rationality.

Even now, Pusser's magic was completely certain that the demon before him was undoubtedly a fifth-order being with very weak magic power!

There is no disguise magic on him!

But those golden pupils are undoubtedly the most accurate symbol of Deloitte.

Incomprehensible, only despair remains.

No matter how unpleasant Pusser's face was, his feet still moved towards Dekan as if they were not under his control.

"Who exactly are you...?"

Pusser asked, his voice trembling.

It was as if he had figured out his situation and had nothing left to fear. Even if he was to suffer unimaginable treatment, he would rather die knowing the truth.

“Pusser, I ask you, have you always been overconfident in your abilities? Assuming everything is within your comprehension? For example, can you judge the truth or falsehood of what I’m about to say? I am human.”

As he spoke, Dekan opened the chessboard on the table and placed the chess pieces one by one on the squares.

Pusser was quite certain that this was true.

"I am a demon, Delois of Calamity."

Dekan's tone remained indifferent.

Pusser was convinced that this statement was also true.

He was used to it.

From the moment he actually met Delois, he felt that the problem lay with his own identification magic.

Seeing Pusser's expression, which showed a complete lack of doubt about the demon's existence, Dekan began asking questions again:

"What level do I look like now?"

"..."

Pusser dared not answer.

Because he knew that the answer in his heart was stupid.

If word gets out, it will either invite ridicule from this great demon, or it might even offend him.

"Fifth tier, is that right?"

Dekan seemed to read Pusser's mind, smiled, and continued speaking.

"All opponents who regarded me as a fifth-tier opponent ended up in a terrible state."

"Muttering."

Pusser still didn't dare to say a word, he just swallowed hard.

He was glad he had chosen not to answer; cold sweat trickled down his face and onto his chin, finally dripping onto the ground.

Twelve years ago, Delois had already easily manipulated the Demon Realm Prison, which was "known as impossible to take away any prisoners," and caused the tragic deaths of many eighth-tier great demons.

It's impossible for it to be below level eight now!

But neither the commander of the first army group at the ninth rank nor the Demon King could completely ignore Pusser's detection magic!

Except for one possibility.

That is, Delois has reached a higher level.

No matter who reaches this level, Pusser has nothing to fear.

Even if someone in the Holy Kingdom has reached the tenth level.

At most, the demons will be wiped out.

It's something that can be resolved by death.

However, this utterly insane, wicked, and evil Delois reached the tenth rank at a time unknown to anyone.

Then, all living beings in this world.

Whether human or demon.

They were all doomed.

“Do you know? I’m convinced that the current Demon King will die; it’s only a matter of time, and his successor will be my sister, Talomatti.”

Dekan casually picked up a chess piece and gently pushed it over the one placed on the opposite throne.

It seemed that for him, killing the Demon King was as simple as raising his hand to place a piece in a game of chess.

Pusser was filled with extreme fear, as if he were staring into a bottomless abyss.

Delois indirectly told Pusser about his current strength.

He could have killed the Demon King long ago, but he felt it was pointless to do so.

So why did he seek out an eighth-tier demon like himself?

"May I ask, why did you do this?"

Pusser asked the question he wanted to know even if it meant his own gruesome death.

"Hmph, good question."

Dekan smiled contentedly, seemingly not disliking communicating with someone who "asks when they don't understand."

"A demon is a creature driven by desire, and every action of a demon is motivated by the desire to 'do what they find interesting.' But I find this world utterly boring. Slaanesh? Khorne? Which one can bring me joy?"

Dekan muttered to himself like a philosopher.

Then another question was posed to Pusser.

But he didn't seem to be questioning Pusser.

I just felt that this seminar-style exchange was far more interesting than his one-sided narration.

"I don't understand, please enlighten me."

Pusser was quite certain that he couldn't answer the question.

If he could have guessed Delois's thoughts, he would have become a legendary demon long ago!

Dekan stared at Pusser for two seconds, and the feeling of being scrutinized made Pusser afraid to breathe.

Finally, Dekan spoke, enunciating each word clearly:

"The answer is to do good deeds and accumulate virtue."

"???"

Pusser didn't understand, but he knew that Delois was seriously insane.

Delois wasn't joking.

Even though Pusser no longer trusted the accuracy of his ability to identify magic.

He didn't think at all that Deloitte said those words in a mocking tone!

Because of this moment.

Pusser saw that behind the table, in Delois's golden pupils, he seemed to finally see his own reflection.

At that moment, a hint of a demonic smile appeared on Deloitte's lips.

Pusser knew that it was not a good thing that the other party was watching him.

Rather, they are truly, in fact, chosen as playthings by the other party!

"The only thing that gives me a little bit of interest is seeing demons doing good deeds. Of course, I myself am already addicted to doing good deeds."

Dekan explained.

His smile sent chills down Pusser's spine.

So, your enjoyment...

Are they constantly trying to force demons to do good deeds and accumulate merit?

What kind of vile creature is this?!

And you're really sick in the head, doing good deeds and accumulating merit yourself? You dare to say such things?

Although such a thought flashed through Pusser's mind, he quickly forced it away.

He dared not speak, much less think!

Pusser was now convinced that Delois, who had disappeared for many years, had not only reached a level of strength beyond reason, but his mentality had also plummeted to an incurable state.

His madness is completely beyond redemption!

As Pusser remained unable to calm down, Dekan's barrage of questions began again:

"So, Pusser, I ask you, will you choose to continue doing evil, or will you join me in doing good deeds?"

Dekan's words were very easygoing.

There was no threat intended.

It's more like admonishing evildoers to sincerely turn to good.

But this is the last question.

Pusser's body began to tremble violently, his lips quivering as he tried to call out, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he could not make a sound.

He found that his back was already soaked with cold sweat, which felt especially cold in the winter.