I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

However, inside the magic circle, Sirzechs's face was filled with a weariness and helplessness that Rias had never seen before.

"Rias, I'm so sorry..."

Sazex's voice was somber and hoarse.

"This marriage alliance was orchestrated by the Elders' Council."

"They want to use this opportunity to win over the Phoenix family, who have a huge influence in the old Demon King faction, in order to consolidate the rule of the new Demon King government."

"As the Demon King, I must prioritize the stability of the entire Underworld."

"Therefore... I cannot disrupt the political balance that maintains the balance of power among all parties because of personal family ties..."

These words were like the coldest knives, cutting into Rias's heart again and again.

She was stunned.

She understood completely.

Even her beloved older brother became powerless after being shackled with the title of "Demon King".

Looking into his sister's eyes, now completely devoid of light and filled with despair, Sazex couldn't bear it in the end.

"There is another way."

He sighed and revealed the only way to break the deadlock.

"According to an ancient rule among nobles, if both parties disagree on a marriage agreement, they can use a 'rating game' to decide the final outcome."

"If you win, the engagement can be nullified."

Rated games?

A glimmer of light rekindled in Rias's eyes, but it quickly dimmed again.

On her side, her retinue consisted of newly reincarnated individuals, and she hadn't even gathered all the chess pieces yet.

Meanwhile, Riser's fifteen familiars were experienced and worked in perfect harmony, and he himself was a supreme demon with an immortal body.

From the very beginning, there was no chance of winning this bet.

"This is your only chance, Rias."

Sazex’s tone carried a subtle, almost cruel, guiding tone.

“Seraph’s current transformation was only achieved after her pride was completely shattered.”

"Now, prove it to me, my sister."

"Do you also have the right to touch that... higher-dimensional 'reality' that we can't even comprehend?"

After saying that, he disappeared.

Communication interrupted.

Rias was completely stunned.

She stood there blankly, repeatedly pondering her brother's last, cryptic words.

Metamorphosis?

A higher dimension of reality?

An absurd, daring, yet deadly tempting idea flashed through her mind like lightning, instantly piercing all the fog in her head!

Seraph's disappearance!

Her return!

That pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth last night!

All of this points to the same unknown existence!

She remembered!

That legend I've heard since I was a child!

A mastermind who can disregard the rules of the underworld and arbitrarily grant others divine power...

Rias's breathing became rapid instantly.

Flames reignited in those once lifeless emerald eyes.

But that was no longer a flame of hope.

Rather, it is a kind of, almost insane, burning ambition—a gamble with everything!

……

The Underworld, Pandemonium, Sazex's private study.

He slowly cut off the communication, and the light of the magic circle gradually faded in his emerald eyes.

There was dead silence in the study.

Sazex leaned back on his throne, his long, slender fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the armrest, producing a dull, rhythmic sound.

The weariness and helplessness he showed when facing his sister were gone from his face.

Instead, there is a profound, almost absolute, tranquility.

His heart did not ache as if cut by a knife.

Rather, it is a cold expectation after a chess player makes a move.

He carefully recalled and analyzed all the information he could gather about that "unknown Shen 877".

Black Song was "reshaped" when he was driven to despair and filled with hatred.

Her madness was smoothed out and transformed into absolute loyalty and strength to her "master".

And what about Seraph?

She was abducted at the height of her pride as the Demon King.

She was not in despair, but her pride would likely be crushed in the face of that being, and her worldview would be completely overturned.

Therefore, despair is not the only condition.

It is being utterly shattered.

Whether it's shattering hope or shattering pride.

That "god" seems keen to find those souls that are at a "major turning point" and have the potential to become powerful!

He will utterly shatter their original selves, and then use their souls as material...

With His will, He reshaped them into powerful, perfect works that belonged only to Him…

This is the truth.

A truth a thousand times more terrifying than mere "powerful".

He is not saving, but collecting.

And now, his younger sister, Rias...

The predicament she now faces—this marriage she cannot defy—

This feeling of powerlessness was enough to crush all her pride as the princess of Gremory and her reliance as the demon king's sister...

Isn't this the perfect opportunity to "break" it?

Sazex's lips curled into a smile that no one could decipher.

What he was going to do was not to push his sister toward hope.

Instead, it pushed her into that unknown abyss that could completely "shatter" and "reshape" her.

He wanted to see it for himself.

My own sister...

Does it have the "qualification" to be regarded by that great being as the next "work" worth collecting?

He slowly closed his eyes, and for the first time, a trace of pain and struggle, imperceptible to outsiders, appeared on his handsome face.

"Rias...don't blame me."

He murmured softly in a voice only he could hear.

"The elders of the old Demon King faction are already making moves, and the Phoenix family is a pawn that must be kept in check."

"The attitudes of the Celestials and the Fallen Angels are ambiguous, and the threat of the Calamity Clan hangs like a sword over our heads."

"But beyond the chessboard, the horns of Scandinavia have never truly ceased; Mount Olympus of Greece casts a cold gaze, while the Buddhas of Mount Sumeru in the East lower their eyes in silence..."

“Countless ancient pantheons are watching us closely, waiting for this weary behemoth to reveal even the slightest weakness.”

"Moreover... there is another 'He' whose existence we cannot even comprehend, looking down upon everything we have."

"The underworld... can no longer afford any more internal strife."

He opened his eyes, and all the tenderness and struggle had faded from those emerald green eyes, leaving only the king's cold and piercing determination.

"Sacrifice your own happiness to gain the chance to glimpse the 'truth,' to ensure the continuation of the entire underworld..."

"This is the destiny that I, as the Demon King, and you, as my older brother, must bear."

Chapter 104: The Eve Festival! A Battle Among Five Girls! Dance with Me!

[Ding! Detection indicates the host has successfully created a new God-Slaying Gear.]

【Name of the Divine Destruction Tool: Myriad Forms of Heavenly Craftsmanship - Endless Armament】

[Current Rating: Lowest Tier - God-Slaying Tool]

[Potential: Top-tier God-Slaying Gear]

[Note: This God Destroyer Gear possesses unlimited growth potential and can replenish itself and increase its rating by absorbing the cores of other God Destroy Gears.]

"Lowest level?"

Lynn raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at the system's evaluation.

Its potential is the highest among all God-Slaying Tools, yet its rating is the lowest.

interesting.

In other words, to unleash its true power, it needs even more and rarer "food".

"So……"

Lynn moved his left hand, feeling the terrifying power contained in the new tattoo, a power that could make the world tremble.

"The next hunt..."

However, just as he set his sights on the human realm, preparing to begin his first hunting feast.

An invisible force, emanating from the safe house itself, gently reminded him.

The time has come for this "intervention".

It's time for him to go back.

Let's return to that temporarily 'ordinary' daily life.

Lynn's smile faltered slightly, then turned somewhat helpless.

"It seems the hunting plan will have to be postponed a bit."

……

The day before the official opening of the school festival – the eve festival.

Zongwu High School has been completely transformed into a huge and orderly construction site.

It's like a pressure cooker about to boil.

In the center of the playground, a spire-shaped bonfire, almost three stories high, made of countless stacked pieces of wood, awaits to be lit when night falls.

The muscular men from the sports department, shirtless, were carrying out the final reinforcement work with the help of volunteers. Their sweat glistened in the setting sun, and every powerful shout elicited suppressed screams from the girls around them.

On the stage not far away, the light music section and the wind instrument section were conducting final sound checks.

The piercing screams of the electric guitar and the mournful, off-key cries of the French horn collided violently, creating a postmodern symphony powerful enough to exorcise demons, but no one cared—