I let the genie out of the bottle

Chapter Nine Then He descended from heaven!

The underworld, beneath a deep purple sky.

This land was once covered in flames and sulfur, and the sky was once shrouded in thick, poisonous smoke. It is a bitter and cold place that perfectly fits the names "hell" and "purgatory".

However, with the efforts of the demon race, led by the four demon kings and supported by seventy-two families, their living environment is constantly being improved.

Thanks to the efforts of these mythical creatures, demons, it wasn't long before enormous buildings rose up like smoke, emitting beautiful and pleasant music.

The building was constructed as magnificently as a temple, surrounded by pilasters and columns, each topped with a golden main beam. It also featured eaves and decorative bands, all adorned with reliefs. The rooftops and pavilions were intricately gilded and resplendent.

Lucifer, the Demon King, hurriedly returned to the Underworld from the mortal realm, his face pale, clearly indicating serious injuries. Furthermore, his expression revealed that he was in a bad mood. After all, he had been defeated and forced to flee from his enemy.

However, even so, when he saw the surrounding buildings, he couldn't help but show a slightly proud smile.

Regardless, as the Demon King, he had enough to be proud of having transformed the harsh and desolate underworld into this state.

Even the Assyrians and Egyptians of later times, when they competed in extravagance and reached the pinnacle of luxury, would likely have been genuinely astonished if they had seen this scene of the underworld. For when they built temples or palaces for their royal families, none possessed such golden splendor and solemn grandeur.

Lucifer did not stop there. He folded his wings and landed in front of a huge, imposing building.

In an instant, the bronze doors swung open, revealing a vast space with a smooth, glossy stone floor. Rows of wondrous lamps, twinkling like stars, hung from the domed ceiling, while campfires lit with naphtha and asphalt shone brightly as if emanating from the heavens.

This is the palace where the high-ranking demons hold their meetings. Although the building is dignified, magnificent, and towering, only seventy-six people in the demon race, whose temperament is both fierce and whose hierarchy is strict, are qualified to enter this place.

Meanwhile, a friend was already waiting for him there.

"You're back, Lucifer. It's a little later than expected—" The speaker was a handsome man with long, smooth brown hair, a slightly pale face, and wearing a coat. His expression was always somewhat downcast, or rather, pessimistic.

Perhaps this is a pessimist among demons.

"Ah, a little accident happened, causing a slight delay, my dear friend, Beelzebub." Lucifer smiled smugly, tidying his long silver hair and patting himself down.

"Moreover, your injuries are noticeably more severe than when we parted ways."

The person speaking to Lucifer at this moment is another of the four demon kings, a powerful demon with the name Beelzebub.

This demon king, exuding a melancholy aura, looked at Lucifer with his narrow, dark brown eyes—too delicate for a demon's standards—and pointed out his condition incisively.

I've already mentioned that something unexpected happened—Lucifer, the Demon King, shrugged and made this expression on his face.

“So, what exactly happened?” Beelzebub sighed softly, his expression downcast. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have gone along with your reckless actions—could it be that Azazel happened to witness you killing Simzas?”

The siege of Simzas ended with Lucifer inflicting the deepest, most fatal wound on Simzas. Afterwards, Lucifer went to confirm Simzas's final death, while the other demons, including Beelzebub, had to hastily return to the Underworld.

After all, with the situation tense among the three races, the demon race is also facing a shortage of combat power.

To be on the safe side, one demon king is needed to guard against the celestial realm, one to guard against the demons, and one to guard the center. This already occupies three of the four demon kings. Therefore, with two demon kings simultaneously on the move, the demon race is actually quite vulnerable.

Therefore, Beelzebub had no free time to accompany Lucifer to confirm Simzas's death.

"I thought you'd say that the worst outcome was that Simzas, who escaped, was rescued by Azazel and his gang, right?"

“Lucifer, do you think I only consider the worst-case scenario?” Beelzebub frowned slightly, revealing his displeasure.

No?

Lucifer's face conveyed this meaning.

“If that’s really the case, then I don’t think I’ll ever see you again, and even if I do, your injuries will be much worse,” Beelzebub added. “Before you came back, I was worried about this possibility. I even wondered how long it would take before I needed to go back to Earth again.”

"What an infuriating fellow!" Lucifer glared at Beelzebub, his eyes conveying this sentiment.

If it were anyone else, he probably would have already started a fight. But since this guy had previously supported his plan, he'll let it go for now.

Once you've almost forgotten about his support, find another opportunity to beat him up.

"So, Lucifer, what exactly happened to make you so disheveled?" Beelzebub asked with a melancholy tone, his deep brown eyes shifting slightly.

"It should be said that it's a rather terrible thing, and in terms of how terrible it is, it might not be any worse than what you mentioned before." Lucifer spat lightly, a look of disgust on his face.

The only thing that could make the demon king Lucifer so disgusted is—the God of the Bible.

Beelzebub, realizing this, widened his eyes slightly.

"Do you still remember what that guy Azazel once said—the so-called divine artifact?"

Meanwhile, Lu Ye, the key figure who troubled Lucifer and Beelzebub, was focused on completing a task.

That is, to make a small modification to a certain mechanical girl.

"The body, below, has been completely opened because of my father."

Transformed into a gigantic mechanical body seven or eight meters tall, Methuselah spoke expressionlessly, in a tone of recitation.

“A part of my father entered my body, and I felt very embarrassed.”

The giant mechanical girl was expressionless.

Upon hearing this, Lu Ye silently removed his hand from her open mechanical chest cavity and then closed it again.

Yes, very strong.

“God—” After hearing Lucifer’s explanation, Beelzebub’s face became even more gloomy.

Or rather, he never really had much hope that the demon race could achieve final victory in the struggle against Heaven.

Hearing Lucifer say that the artifact created by the God of the Bible actually possessed the power to contend with Lucifer, he was greatly shocked.

This would make the already slim chances of hope for the demon race even more distant.

“From this perspective, it’s actually a good thing.” Lucifer squinted, a smug smile on his face.

"What?" Beelzebub felt a jolt in his heart, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Regarding the fact that God can bestow powerful artifacts upon his followers, Lucifer actually said that this was a good thing?

If it were not Lucifer who spoke at this moment, but another demon, even the other two demon kings, Asmodeus and Leviathan, Beelzebub would subconsciously and pessimistically guess that the other party might be planning to betray him.

“Isn’t that so?” Lucifer turned around and paced back and forth in the magnificent council hall, his face filled with fanaticism, even gesticulating wildly, resembling a mad leader. “We already know that God has immense power—so why should we fear Him because of the way He uses His power?”

"Instead of directly attacking the underworld, isn't it a good thing that arrogant god is obsessed with so-called divine artifacts and squanders his own power?"

“Melancholy Beelzebub, think about it: if we were at war, and we saw the enemy giving their weapons to their neighbors every day, would we be shocked by the sheer number of their weapons and become terrified? No, this is giving us a chance to win!” Lucifer walked around Beelzebub, gesturing wildly.

"Lucifer..."

Beelzebub frowned; he sensed something was off about Lucifer's words.

But it doesn't matter.

Because this is precisely Lucifer's talent—the ability to get demons to eventually obey his seemingly audacious acts.

And these things are often correct. That's why, despite being a pessimist, he would actively support Lucifer on some important matters.

“And Beelzebub,” Lucifer said with a confident and smug smile, “no one in the entire Underworld understands humans better than I do. The reason I find them interesting is because humans are so complex.”

"That god may understand this, but He was ultimately too arrogant and too confident in Him."

“Those humans, by nature, might be closer to us demons than the angels who serve the Lord. At that time, humans who have been given power by God will become another kind of demon, our kind.” Lucifer said, pointing upwards with one finger. “You know, the earth is already rife with evil because of those fallen angels. If we take this opportunity to push things further, then one day, perhaps not a single good person will remain on this earth.”

"At that time, will God reveal his ugly state of anger and regret? But can He really wash away the sins that have been born in the hearts of mankind as easily as washing away stains with water?"

Can you wash away the sins of the earth as easily as you wash a burlap sack?

Lucifer's gaze seemed to reach out to the god seated on the throne in the heavens, and a provocative smile appeared on his face.

“Is that so?” Beelzebub sighed softly, offering no further comment.

However, Lucifer knew that this pessimistic demon king had been persuaded by him once again.

However, Lucifer's eloquent speech failed to convince one crucial audience member—himself.

A dark shadow flashed in Lucifer's eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and he once again revealed his arrogant and conceited smile.

"But now that our attempt to intercept Simzas has been discovered, how do we resolve this?"

Beelzebub asked again, his initial excitement, fueled by Lucifer's speech, quickly subsided.

“This matter was indeed my fault.” Lucifer frowned. “However, since he is still a devout believer in the Lord, we probably don’t need to worry about him revealing the information to the fallen angels in the short term. So in the meantime, we need to reach a preliminary alliance with the fallen angels as soon as possible—and we must force the fallen angels to seek an alliance first.”

In any case, the party that yields first will inevitably have to make concessions and lose the initiative. Even if demons and fallen angels unite, they cannot lose the initiative—this is Lucifer's insistence.

"Moreover, even in the worst-case scenario, if the fallen angels find out that we killed Simzas, those guys can't do anything about it. In fact, in order to survive, they'll have to seek cooperation with us."

In order to survive, the fallen angels would probably swallow their hatred for the murder of one of their leaders—thinking of this, Lucifer revealed a mocking smile.

He disliked God, but he also had no liking for those who had once fervently praised His glory but later turned their backs on Him.

“I see. So you’ve already thought it through—” Beelzebub sighed and said slowly.

“No, being witnessed by others and being unable to kill the witnesses is indeed an accident,” Lucifer immediately denied, his tone frank. “If I could, I would definitely kill them—unfortunately, I can’t guarantee that I won’t be the one who ultimately fails, and I can’t fail in a place like this.”

"Furthermore, if God or the fallen angels were to directly notice my whereabouts, that would be a rather terrible thing as well."

Facing Beelzebub, who was his companion, he did not cling to pride and refuse to admit defeat, but instead put on a magnanimous appearance.

“Anyway, you’ve convinced me.” Beelzebub said, turning to leave the hall. As a demon king, he didn’t have that much free time. “By the way, it’s great to see you still looking so energetic.”

"What's this failure?" Lucifer smiled dismissively.

As Beelzebub closed the door to the great hall, its shadow fell on Lucifer's face—the demon king's arrogant expression suddenly turned gloomy.

"I failed to win."

He said softly.

At this moment, Lu Ye, who had helped Methuselah with some physical adjustments, led the mechanical girl across the land of this mythical era.

Suddenly, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Perhaps, no one else in this world is aware of it.

However, Lu Ye could sense that a certain being descended from the sky.

P.S.: Besides the main characters and the girls, I sometimes want to spend more time developing other characters... I personally think it's alright, but I don't know if everyone will like it.

PS2: Happy New Year! Happy New Year! Aww~

Chapter Ten: The God of the Bible Descends!

"Although I knew beforehand that I would eventually encounter that guy after coming to this world—" Lu Ye smiled faintly, gazing into the distance with a calm expression, "I never expected that I would be able to sense the traces of that 'god' so soon after arriving in this world."

In the Bible, the role of "God" is an absolutely extraordinary being.

Although the God of this world, in terms of power and other aspects, is far inferior to the description in the Bible, he still holds the position of "Lord".

Therefore, Lu Ye naturally had a certain degree of curiosity about Him.

"Confuse."

The mechanical girl, who had been following closely behind Lu Ye, stopped and emitted a slightly distorted electronic synthesized voice.

Although Lu Ye could temporarily incorporate his mechanical daughter, Methuselah, into his worldview and act on his own.

However, having many people following behind you isn't necessarily a bad thing. In any case, you're currently traveling around in a leisurely manner, so there's no issue of slowing you down.

Moreover, Methuselah, when she passes away, the world will be judged... In order to be more in line with this, it would be better to keep her outside until a great flood is launched against the whole world.

"I simply discovered a trace of something I wanted to see," Lu Ye replied with a light laugh, his face filled with anticipation.

"learn."

Methuselah's eyes flashed with divine light, and he nodded slightly. The dense, menacing cannons behind him gradually coalesced, transforming into a pair of large mechanical wings. Just from their appearance, it was clear that this configuration was more conducive to flight.

"Entertainment Mode - In Progress".

"Flight mode is ready. Would you like to load passenger functionality?"

By the way, she can freely transform and combine her own body, so there is no such thing as "flight mode" or "entertainment mode".

“No need.” Lu Ye continued walking forward, admiring the scenery of the mythical era, which was so different from the landscape of later generations.

Both the sky and the land here seem to possess a greater sense of grandeur and magnificence compared to later generations.

"While it seems to me that meeting that guy is quite necessary, there's no need to be too eager, and I think He thinks so too."

Lu Ye's tone softened, and the modern leather shoes he wore landed on this ancient land. Behind him, a futuristic mechanical girl followed closely, creating a strange sense of temporal displacement.

“Before that, let us walk together on this land where the gods have not yet disappeared.”

The mechanical girl following behind had an expressionless face, but the large mechanical wings on her back flapped twice unconsciously, stirring up a gust of wind.