"Lord of Wisdom, sacrifice 20,000 corpses and summon demons."

[Notice:]

[Initiating summoning.]

A magic circle lit up in the center of the Falmuth conference room.

Arcane energy swirled into a rising whirlwind.

The nobles, who had just been arguing about ransom payments, were stunned.

All heads turned toward the glowing circle.

Now what?

Another summoning?

Soon after, the magic winds died down.

From within the circle, a dark figure slowly emerged.

The nobles' eyelids twitched in unison.

An ominous chill crept down their spines.

"A… demon?"

Fwoosh—

Wings unfurled.

Black-feathered, regal.

Golden irises with red pupils.

Obsidian-black hair slicked back.

Tailored gentleman's tux.

One pull, full SSR. Primordial Black.

He took a slow breath through his nose and glanced at Chishiya.

"Aah… how nostalgic."

A content smile appeared on his face.

"The scent of a freshly minted Demon Lord, how subarashi~."

He bowed with grace. "And such a glorious offering. It's been a long time since I've felt this motivated."

Chishiya blinked.

He didn't realize it, but the butterfly effect of his corporate shenanigans had sparked a particular curiosity in Primordial Black.

Chishiya was technically human.

But his body exuded both divine and demonic auras.

The protection of both a god and a devil fused in one being.

It was… unsettling. Intriguing, even.

Primordial Black looked toward the trembling nobles.

A grin curled at the corner of his lips.

The ambient pressure spiked.

His mana surged violently.

The nobles dropped to their knees in a cold sweat.

Terrifying.

Whatever this creature was, it wasn't just a demon.

It was a walking calamity.

A nightmare in a tux.

Primordial Black.

He was actually summoned.

One pull.

No SSR pity.

What kind of broken gacha rate was that?

Was this the work of the Goddess of Luck again?

The skill technically didn't do anything on paper.

But lately, Chishiya's life had been suspiciously smooth.

"Anyway," Chishiya said, adjusting his coat. "This country needs a manager. You in?"

Primordial Black placed a hand over his heart.

"It would be an honor to serve."

"Great," Chishiya nodded. "Then I'll leave this mess to you."

He waved casually at the nobles. "Anyone who doesn't pay, just kill 'em."

He turned to leave. Straightened his collar. Dignified exit.

But then Primordial Black called out again.

"My king, may I follow you directly from now on?"

"Sure," Chishiya said instantly.

You don't just say no to top-tier free labor.

He gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder.

"From today forward, your name is Diablo."

"Welcome to Underground Labyrinth Enterprise, Inc. Looking forward to your contributions."

—

A few days later

The news shook the continent.

All nobles of the Kingdom of Falmuth officially abdicated.

Government authority was handed to Lapris.

Falmuth was now a vassal state.

This once-mighty commercial empire collapsed overnight.

Lapris had officially taken Falmuth's place as the continent's new economic hub.

—

Demon Lord's Castle

In a dimly lit chamber.

Clayman, dressed in a pristine white suit, gently tapped the table with his index finger.

Every movement reeked of affected elegance.

"Well done, Myulan," he said with a smile, swirling wine in his glass.

At his feet knelt a trembling woman, unable to lift her head.

Clayman continued, "You did great keeping the Falmuth mobilization under wraps. Dowargo and the Beast Kingdom couldn't even respond in time."

"If there's anyone to blame, it's Falmuth's king for being utterly pathetic."

"He still managed to fail despite us laying the entire road for him."

Myulan's hands clenched on the floor.

Her heart was still bound by Clayman's Puppet Master skill.

Complete mind control.

She couldn't resist even if she wanted to.

And then there was… her.

Myulan dared to glance sideways.

There stood a girl with twin pink ponytails.

Emotionless eyes.

A black collar around her neck.

Demon Lord Milim.

Even Milim had been brainwashed?

What kind of monster was Clayman...?

Clayman took another sip.

"Falmuth may have failed, but the plan moves forward."

He turned to the hollow-eyed girl beside him.

"Milim, the Beast Kingdom is yours now."

—

Beast Kingdom, Eurazania

Carrion reviewed the report from his three beast warriors.

"Falmuth and the Church moved against Lapris?"

"Are they insane?"

"Do they not know I already signed a non-aggression pact with Chishiya?"

Albis, standing nearby, added, "They may have blocked all troop movement intel. We only just got wind of it."

Carrion frowned.

"They jammed the news? So it was premeditated."

His eyes narrowed.

Just then, the door burst open.

Phobio rushed in, pale-faced.

"King! Demon Lord Milim is here!"

"Milim? What's she doing here?"

Carrion stepped outside.

And found Milim floating midair.

Expression blank.

Carrion's brow twitched.

Something was wrong.

"Hey, Milim! What brings you here—"

BOOM—!

A shockwave rocked the castle, glass shattered, and rubble flew.

Carrion recoiled.

"Milim! Are you nuts?!"

But Milim didn't stop.

Her fists only flew faster.

Not a single word.

No reaction to his voice.

Carrion's expression changed.

He turned and shouted, "Evacuate everyone! Now!"

Then he looked back toward Milim, gritting his teeth.

Please, let Chishiya be right about this...

—

Meanwhile.

Clayman smirked as he gazed into the crystal ball.

Everything was going according to plan.

Using the Control Orb given by "the President," he had completely seized Milim's mind.

Milim would now eliminate Carrion.

Once Carrion fell, he would harvest all the beastfolk as nutrients for his evolution.

And then…

Blame it all on that human.

That was the plan.

Clayman chuckled.

"Oh, this is going to be delicious."

—

Up in the sky.

Two figures clashed in midair.

The aftershock alone from their fists caused massive storms to tear through the sky.

Carrion dodged again, breathing heavily.

Each strike reinforced the same thought.

Milim really looked like she was being controlled.

Exactly what Chishiya had warned about two weeks ago.

"If Milim tries to fight you like she's brainwashed, just say this:

'Chishiya knows you're faking it. If you keep goofing around, there'll be no snacks next time.'"

Carrion's temple throbbed.

Pretending?

He looked at the manic pink-haired girl punching faster than ever, eyes full of glee.

Wait a minute...

Now that he thought about it… she did look kinda excited.

Was she just bored?!

Pretend to be mind-controlled, then pick a fight with me?!

Carrion's brain short-circuited.

Who even does that?!

Is this something a normal person would do?!

(To be continued.)

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