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Year 8 of the Sealed Calendar
Demon Territory – Demon King’s Palace

The annual All-Demon Generals’ Conference was once again convened at the Demon King’s Palace.

As with previous years, the Demon King herself was absent. Only the demon secretary, Baldo, presided over the routine assembly, following established custom.

Eight years was but a fleeting moment to the demonkind, whose natural lifespan spanned centuries.

Following the regular reports and procedural summaries, the atmosphere in the chamber relaxed significantly in the Demon King's absence.

Baldo’s younger brother even had the leisure to tease him with a casual question.

"Big bro, it’s been three years since the Demon King showed herself, hasn’t it? None of us generals even know if she’s still alive."

“You didn’t secretly lock her up, did you?”

Baldo froze for a second, then immediately shook his head.

"Speak respectfully about Her Majesty, my brother."

"I’m merely her advisor. Don’t entertain treasonous fantasies."

After reprimanding his brother with firm conviction, Baldo exhaled slowly and turned toward the other generals.

He began with the First Demon General — Yagna.

To humans, Yagna might appear young, but among long-lived demons, he was a seasoned veteran — one who many suspected had the strength and poise to become Demon King himself.

"The First Legion is fully prepared to march on the Kusorion Fortress in the Shandu Empire. All supply lines are in place. We await your order."

"With time to spare, we've also begun construction on a new forward base. It should be completed within the year."

Yagna's report was crisp and to the point — a reflection of his methodical, no-nonsense demeanor.

"The Second Legion is ready as well," said a sultry female voice.

Shanadori, commander of the Second Legion, belonged to the succubus race — demons who used charm as their greatest weapon.

"If we don’t engage the enemy right after the seal lifts, I could try reactivating some of our embedded spies."

"How long would that take before we see results?" Baldo asked.

"Two, maybe three days, if all goes well."

"You can try — but don’t hold your breath."

Flashing a seductive smile that could make one’s heart skip a beat, Shanadori returned to her seat.

But the Third Legion commander remained unmoved.

"Commander Guhao," Baldo prompted.

"Ugh… Do we really have to go to war?"

The burly Guhao shrank into himself slightly, mumbling under his breath.

"…Isn’t there really no way around this?"

"There isn’t," Baldo replied, shaking his head. "We cannot defy Evil God D, and the humans will never spare us."

"Ugh… I see."
Guhao lowered his head and said no more.

The reports from the Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Legion commanders followed smoothly and need not be recounted in detail.

But when it came time for the Seventh Legion — commanded by Baldo’s brother, Bro — an unexpected development occurred.

"Big bro, I still can’t accept this."

With arms crossed and leaning back in his chair, Bro frowned.

"Why is that woman, who showed up out of nowhere, our Demon King — instead of you, who’s led us for so long? Isn’t that just messed up?"

"Bro!" Baldo barked. "You’re being ridiculous."

"And you’re too damn loyal!" Bro snapped. "What’s so special about her that you serve her so willingly? I’ve never seen her do a damn thing! She’s been holed up in her quarters since the third year of the Sealed Calendar!"

"You insolent brat! Mind your tongue!"

Fifth Legion Commander Darrad exploded in fury.

Bro and Darrad had always clashed. Their frequent quarrels were no secret.

This time, though, no one intervened.

Some agreed with Bro. Others with Darrad. Many simply observed in silence.

Typical of the legion commanders.

But regardless of where they stood, all present chose to watch the scene unfold.

"Bro, no matter who sits on the throne, it is a demon’s duty to follow their King. That is the truth of our world!"

Darrad’s voice echoed through the chamber.

"To hell with that rule! What has that woman ever done to earn our loyalty? She vanished years ago and hasn't lifted a finger since! How is she supposed to lead us?"

"And who are we to question Her Majesty’s will? The Demon King’s mind reaches further than ours can fathom!" Darrad shot back.

"You call that thinking? That’s blind obedience! I’m not going to follow someone just because they wear a crown!"

But before Bro could say more, a frigid voice cut through the air.

"Enough, Bro."

Baldo’s voice was icy.

Bro looked up — and saw the chilling gaze in his brother’s eyes.

He shivered and shut his mouth.

Half an hour later, after the Ninth Legion Commander Hei muttered a cold "No objections," the meeting was adjourned.

Watching the others file out, Baldo finally let out a long breath.

He needed time to calm himself — to gather his strength.

Because the true battle he faced — the one no one else knew — was only just beginning.

Stepping through the palace gates, Baldo clutched a stack of documents to his chest, slowly making his way toward the Demon King’s private quarters.

At first, everything seemed normal — birds chirped, flowers swayed gently in the breeze.

But the further in he walked…

…the stranger things became.

The first change was the light.

The bright midday sun began to dim, its golden hue shifting toward twilight. The birds had gone silent. The scent of flowers vanished.

Another hundred meters ahead — just five hundred meters from the King’s chambers — the dimming light turned into something darker. Pure darkness, imperceptible to the untrained eye, began to seep in.

Baldo knew this darkness.

It was the same as the Sealing Wall used in ancient magic. The same as the abyssal voids summoned by forbidden sorcery.

Here, the world still held its shape.

But another hundred steps forward — and he’d be walking into the abyss itself.

Only he and Commander Hei knew what lay there.

The blackness grew heavier.

If he lost focus, if he didn’t keep his awareness fixed on the royal insignia he wore, he too would be swallowed whole.

When he drew within one hundred meters of the bedchambers, he felt a strange fatigue — as though he were a ghost trudging through the world of the living.

He knew, instinctively: if he closed his eyes now, they would never open again.

At last, he reached the palace doors.

A faint gray-white glow shimmered at the edges.

Barely audible singing — or was it weeping? — whispered in his ears, warning him that whatever lay beyond was something far beyond comprehension.

Something he could not even look at.

"Baldo, is that you?"

The Demon King’s lazy voice drifted outward.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Without hesitation, Baldo dropped to one knee, pressing one hand to his shoulder in salute.

"Hm… Just leave the reports at the door," came her airy reply. "I’ll look at them after you leave."

"Understood. Please take care of your health, Your Majesty."

Baldo bowed again.

"I…"

He looked as though he wanted to say something more.

But in the end, he swallowed his words and withdrew.

At that very moment, inside the bedchamber...

The Demon King — or rather, the Demon Princess — lay atop her enormous, soft bed, appearing to nap.

At least, from her perspective.

To anyone else, the room was a void — pitch-black and lightless.

At the very center, a monstrous, deathly spider pulsed with faint luminescence.

Insignificant, against the surrounding dark. But to lost souls wandering in eternal black, even the smallest light could be salvation.

"Ughhh... My power just doubled again," she murmured, clenching her fists.

This strength had been casually granted to her by Evil God D during one of their idle conversations.

Like someone maxing out a stat in a game they’d already broken.

And every year, her power continued to grow — until, in Year 3 of the Sealed Calendar, her soul had transcended some unseen threshold.

She had become a god.

Every year since, her strength multiplied further.

Power overflowed. Leaked. Warped the space around her into something resembling the abyssal Netherlands.

"Just endure it."

She glanced at Baldo’s report. A faint nod — barely perceptible.

Then she tossed it aside.

These grand plans, requiring the coordination of so many demons... they barely interested her anymore.

She had the sense now that, should she truly desire it — should she burn every ounce of herself — she could reunite with her former mentor, Angel Sariel, with certainty.

She was strong enough now to survive the death of this world, and drift across the cosmos in search of a new one.

【Ahhh~~~cheak, cheak. Yaho~ Welcome to the Demon Princess's cozy little lair.】

A mischievous voice chimed in her head — flat, but unmistakably playful.

Evil God D.

Reflexively, she took a step back, before sighing and collapsing onto the bed.

"More power? If so, go ahead."

【Already done. Funny thing is — I’m 100% sure you could wipe out humanity by now. But lately, I keep having this... premonition. That I might lose our little bet.】

"...Huh?"

She blinked in surprise. From someone who had handed her godhood like it was pocket change, doubt seemed out of character.

【You see, my opponent might be someone on my own level. Even if they started clueless about soul energy, all these years would’ve been plenty to catch up.】

"...?"

【But don’t worry. Tomorrow’s problems will sort themselves out. At worst, I lose. No big deal.】

【I’m Evil God D. Losing just means one less toy to play with.】

【But what about you, oh mighty Demon King?】

“…”

Her crimson pupils flickered, but she gave no reply.

【Just wait quietly. Only two years left until our little bet ends.】
【Will it be success? Or failure?】
【What a thrill.】

Spoken with utter calm — devoid of emotion.

Just as her silence had been.

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