In the dungeon of the main city Ace, a dark-haired man leaned against the wall, tiredly letting out a sigh. Sitting beside him was a cute little girl, with a small backpack on her back that seemed to always be moving.
"So, after all the explanations, we're still imprisoned in the dungeon," muttered Michail, "I at least showed my sincerity by demonstrating wind magic..."
"Lord Michail, there are many humans here. When killed, they can be purified into undead and add new forces to Hell. It is the only honor for these lowly humans to become part of Lord Michail's army," it was hard to imagine that this sentence came from the mouth of a six or seven-year-old girl.
The corner of Michail's mouth twitched, "Leny, it seems I haven't told you something yet."
Leny tilted her head, listening attentively to Michail.
"I have no intention of invading or ruling Loranland," Michail said seriously.
Leny blinked, looking puzzled, "Why? Isn't it the duty of the Demon Lord to conquer the world?"
"No, no, no. Don't you think I'm not suitable to be a ruler, Leny," Michail said with a hint of helplessness. Although the process of ruling the world could make him happy, in the end it would only make the world chaotic.
Leny shook her head woodenly, "As the ruler of the world, aside from Lord Michail, Leny can't think of anyone else who is more suitable."
"I have grown tired of such things," Michail said, "from now on, I will give you, Ackman, and even the whole of Hell a new command."
There was an inviolable authority in Michail's voice, and Leny immediately lowered her head, accepting the command of the Lord of Hell.
A light and airy sentence echoed in the dungeon.
"Protect the otherworld and prevent it from falling into decay."
Leny's small mouth opened wide, forming a big "O".
The Demon Lord's intentions were not what they had expected!
Ackman, Ackman was still...
Just thinking about this, Leny couldn't help but shudder.
It was too late to stop Ackman now, and with Michail by her side, Leny couldn't find a way. Furthermore, if she used communication network magic, the Magic Creator, Michail, would hear it.
Leny's feathers stood on end, and the backpack, already filled to the brim, was on the verge of collapse.
Seeing this, Michail thought Leny was scared by his plan and quickly reached out to comfort her a few times.
"It's alright, Leny. If you're not comfortable doing this kind of thing, you can stay in Hell."
Facing the sudden tenderness of the Demon Lord, Leny couldn't restrain herself anymore. She buried her head and dove into Michail's embrace.
The poor backpack burst open, and black feathers fell continuously through the cracks.
Come to think of it, this was the first time his demonic underlings had acted so adorably towards him. Michail rubbed the white hair of the girl and smiled almost imperceptibly.
Alright, now it's time to casually use an illusion and teleport back to Hell. Being imprisoned in a human dungeon is not the style of Demon Lord Michail.
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Above the dungeon, at the highest point of the towering buildings. A vacant room where a young girl knelt.
Ariel was inside a giant birdcage, where the white cloth and golden columns were the only colors.
Ariel knelt on the ground, holding an unknown small flower in her hands, the white petals falling off one by one and scattered on the ground.
Accompanied by a creaking sound, someone pushed open the door.
Two fingers crushed a delicate petal, and Ariel didn't even look up at the visitor.
"How is the task I assigned you going?"
The newcomer was wrapped in a long black robe, with short blue hair poking out of the hood.
"Your Highness, everything is going according to your plan."
Upon hearing this, a sly smile appeared on Ariel's face, not belonging to the gentle face she wore.
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In the ninth level of Hell, after one hundred and one steps is the throne of the Demon Lord, which was currently empty and bare.Without any warning, two figures appeared in the quiet hall. Michail stretched lazily and stepped onto the steps, neither fast nor slow. Leny knelt below the steps, not daring to approach without receiving orders - of course, this was different when the Demon King was not present.
Michail waved his hand, and a magic ball floated in front of him, seemingly coming from nowhere. After infusing it with some magic power and confirming its effectiveness in the other world, Demon King Michail sat down on the empty floor.
Countless black particles climbed up from the ground, forming a magnificent throne in the blink of an eye. Before his butt made intimate contact with the floor, Michail sat on the new throne.
The material of the throne was black metal, and compared to the macabre bone decorations, the current throne was only embellished with a few swords. Once Michail felt the angle and hardness of the throne could barely be considered comfortable, he refocused his attention on the matter at hand.
A crystal ball floating in mid-air constructed an image of a bustling street packed with people. This was not the scene Michail wanted to see, so he mentally commanded for the image to change frequently.
It wasn't until a woman with floor-length golden hair appeared on the screen that Michail stopped the switching.
The woman's plump skin appeared sunken and withered, with grotesque blood vessels exposed in the air, pulsating along with her heartbeat.
Michail examined carefully for a while. As someone who mastered all categories of dark magic, this curse magic was the first of its kind he had encountered.
Not to mention the curse aspect, its spread speed was ridiculously slow. But this chronic magic that could curse the bloodline and spread to the surroundings was indeed the first of its kind that Michail had seen.
Although this magic unmistakably accelerated aging, it had not yet reached the point of immediate fatality. For now, aside from being somewhat unsightly, this curse magic was too gentle.
The curses Michail had seen before were cruel and fierce, so he was quite curious about this indecisive magic that possessed strong transmission ability.
By only observing from a distance, the analysis of the magic was limited. After researching for a while with no results, Michail could only categorize it as "unknown magic from another world."
The Demon King, who liked to study magic when he had nothing to do, became very interested in the unknown magic from another world. The perspective switched again, and Michail once again saw the curse spreading on Ariel's arm. The fragile girl helplessly lay in the royal cage, evoking pity.
Putting aside the crystal ball, Michail stood up from his chair.
"Let's go, Leny."
