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An exiled angel roaming the lake of fire.
Clad in the gray robes of an exile, concealing his hair that was as white as the moonlit snow, he walked alone, feeling angry and lost.
Lava surged and several stone beasts emerged from the magma. They were the native inhabitants of the lake of fire, fierce and violent. The stone beasts fixed their greedy gazes on the exile, whose aura was very faint, clearly a sign of decay.
This undoubtedly looked like an easy prey, and the stone beasts scattered in all directions, adopting a group hunting method to leisurely surround their prey.
The exile held onto the brim of his hood with one hand, his sunset-colored pupils casually scanning the surroundings, and the earth element in his hand transformed into a sharp spear. As the first stone beast pounced, the exile also moved. He fought against the herd with no magic, only with his fierce martial arts.
After a long moment, the corpses of the stone beasts piled up into a small hill. The exile held a spear in one hand, its tip pointed at the stone beast leader who was still breathing.
“Although I’m exiled, I won’t become your prey.” He said calmly.
“Get lost!”
The leader of the Stone Beast led his tribe to flee in panic, and the exile waited until they were completely out of his sight before bending down to catch his breath.
The pain on his back, where his wings had been, began to ache again.
This pain, along with his weakness, always made him doubt whether he would live to see the next day. And yet, the next day, he would open his eyes as usual, in a cave bathed in flames, beside a muddy cliffside of still water.
Day after day, he walked alone, battling the monsters born in the demon realm.
But today, something new seemed to have appeared.
The exile stopped and saw a faint light flashing in the direction where the stone beast leader had fled. He slowly walked over, tightly gripping the weapon in his hand, until he was stunned the moment he saw the object.
It was an egg—
An egg.
The egg has dense layers of flame patterns, presenting a soft deep red color. As if sensing his gaze, the egg chirped with delight.
“Chirp chirp!”
…What a strange thing.
The Exile turned around and walked away.
The egg suddenly froze in its tracks, completely unprepared for such a turn of events. After a moment’s pause, it jumped and stumbled to chase after the Exile.
The egg chased hard for a while, but couldn’t catch up with the other person’s footsteps and stayed in place dejectedly. It collapsed and made a whimpering sound.
—A faint rustling of robes could be heard.
The egg quickly straightened up, even though it had no eyes, it could make people feel the emotions of anticipation and joy. The exile quietly examined the egg for a moment and reached out his hand to it, his gray robe falling to the ground.
“You’re also alone.”
He sighed.
“Then…”
Let’s go together.
For several years, the exile roamed the entire lake of fire, and finally, one day, he reached its edge. He was biting a dried lizard, while the egg nestled against his chest, radiating warmth.
Do you want to go outside? The exile asked himself. It didn’t seem necessary. Just as he was about to turn back, he faintly heard the sound of breaking wind.
He saw a formation of black swans with flamboyant wings. Swans soared atop a deep blue royal flag, and beneath it was a magnificent convoy. The formation and the fluttering flags caught the exile’s eye, but he didn’t dodge and just watched coldly.
Is this… a great noble among the demons?
The convoy raised a cloud of smoke and dust as it passed by the exile. Suddenly, the sound of the wheels stopped and the entire convoy came to a halt right in front of the exile.
The exile became wary, but even then, he didn’t forget to chew the half lizard tail in his mouth. Food was always precious.
A faint laugh seemed to emanate from the carriage pulled by the Nightmare demon.
“Have you come from the Lake of Fire, traveler?”
The noble in the carriage asked, and the exile took a step back, lowered his hood, and didn’t answer.
“Don’t be afraid. I mean no harm.” The voice sounded again, instructing his attendants, “Give him enough food and water.”
A well-filled package was handed to the exile. The exile hesitated for a moment, but the servant who delivered it was very discerning. He immediately opened the package in front of him, revealing the food and water inside, and showed it to him.
The exile accepted the package, and the voice from the carriage rang out again.
“I am about to cross the border of Lake of Fire and head towards Luster City. Along the way, there is a major fork leading to various parts of the demon world. You can follow the convoy and go together.”
After these words were spoken, a minister standing beside the carriage raised his eyes in surprise, then lowered them again.
His Majesty has spoken a great deal today.
There was no reason to refuse. Staying or not, it made no difference to the exile. So, he followed the deep blue royal flag, slowly moving forward. The caravan was moving slowly, and no monster could threaten it; the well-trained guards would kill them before they could even approach.
After about half a day, the exile saw the so-called fork in the road, and the caravan slowly stopped.
“To the left is Suberbian City, the city of flowers. However, the flowers are now engulfed in flames of war, and the people suffer from the tyranny of their lords. It’s not a good place to be.”
“To the right is Luster City, the city I’m heading to. Although the climate is harsh and cold, the people are simple and honest, and the land is peaceful and prosperous.”
“Traveler, if you go right, my caravan will continue to protect you.”
How could the exile accept the noble demon’s invitation? He shook his head and took the path to the left, walking alone.
“—Traveler.”
This benefactor really talks a lot!
Thinking of the kindness of the other party, who had provided him with food and water and escorted him along the way, the exile turned back, only to hear the demon in the carriage say…
“The egg in your possession is a phoenix egg, requiring a passionate heart to hatch.”
“Legend has it that the phoenix is closely tied to the king’s destiny. Be careful and don’t show it to other demons.”
It truly was earnest advice and a relentless exhortation. Such concern couldn’t help but move the exile. He took a deep look at the fluttering flag, memorizing its colors and the swan totem.
“Why are you helping me?”
He finally spoke, his voice still hoarse due to his unhealed wounds.
The demon in the carriage replied softly.
“Because you are a citizen of the demon realm, it’s my responsibility to protect you.”
Citizens… protection… responsibility…
The exile suddenly clenched his teeth.
What is a king?
Is it to sit high in the frosty sky, forever looking down upon the world in solitude? Is it to hide behind heavy curtains, forever arrogantly ignoring everything?
He was ignored by the King of the Supreme Heaven, yet rescued by the King of the Demon Realm.
Standing still, the exile watched as the convoy drove away. Suddenly, he took off his hood—
The angel’s white hair scattered out in an instant, drifting in the wind of the demon world, and the sunset-colored pupils gazed in the direction of the demon king’s departure.
“…Demon King.”
He repeated in a low voice.
“Demon King.”
As the convoy departed, a minister entered the carriage and whispered.
“Your Majesty, you seem quite concerned about that dishevelled traveler?”
The Demon King’s temper flared again. He rolled his dark-blue eyes slightly and remained silent.
At first, he just thought that the guy wandering on the lake of fire was a bit aloof and cute, but later the traveler took the initiative to choose a different path from him, which actually made him feel a lot of respect in his heart.
“The entire Eastern Region is in chaos, with those Demon King candidates each carving out their own territory. He’s doomed to suffer many dangers on this journey.”
“It’s a pity he doesn’t want to come to my Luster City.”
The Demon King sighed softly.
“Otherwise, I would have treated him with the courtesy of a distinguished guest.”
***
After listening to Ansel’s rather bland narration, Saros could already picture a series of magnificent scenes. Above the lake of fire, a scarred and dusty angel rescued by the Demon King; or at crossroads, two Demon Kings going in two different directions; or Ansel taking off his hood, and his white hair scattering in the wind…
Saros: “…”
What on earth was going through his mind at that moment! How could such a small amount of food and water be enough? How could such a few words of advice be enough? He should have held Ansel’s hand and advised him for three hours!
Ansel: “…”
Ansel: “I’d really hit you if that happened. I don’t have that much patience.”
Saros: “…” He seemed to have spoken out loud.
Ansel took a piece of toasted bread from the side, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. He handed it to Saros, smiling broadly.
“I will repay you a little for now.”
The gratitude from the beginning.
‘Just repay a little bit for now.’ Ansel thought in his heart.
The Demon King of Lust and Desire was also thinking in his mind.
“Good!”
The rest you have to pay with your body.
Saros glanced at Ansel, who was munching intently on his bread, and silently added a sentence after “Good.”
What a good dream!
“Do you still need to work at the convenience store in the future?” He suddenly asked, and Ansel was slightly stunned before nodding.
“Yes, but I think the bonus for this mission should be quite substantial. I plan to buy that convenience store.”
Saros opened his mouth, then closed it again, unwilling to dampen Ansiel’s enthusiasm. In fact, he had already quoted a price for the convenience store, hoping to buy it. That way, Ansel would essentially be working for him and have more free time. He could even have the chance to slack off in the store. Unfortunately, this perfectly good plan ran into problems at the very beginning.
The convenience store owner refused to sell.
He’d tell Ansel about this later. Saros sensed a demonic presence creeping closer, and it was obvious it was Ansel’s close subordinate trying to separate him from Ansel.
What a joke! Let him see the power of the Demon King!
Ansel mentally calculated and felt the money was more than enough.
His subordinates from the demon realm will definitely come over soon, and it’s inconvenient to not have a place to settle down. In addition, he should also settle the room fee for the hotel. After moving out, he can ask Vassago to help him find a house, preferably closer to the convenience store.
Speaking of Vassago, a fish head suddenly appeared between Ansel and Saros, with an eerie light gleaming in its eyes.
“Vassago?” Ansel was puzzled. “Why did you change back to this form?”
Vassago grinned inwardly. Of course, it was to protect His Majesty! Although he’d failed in the previous encounter, Vassago wouldn’t give up easily! Want to snatch their Majesty? Then marry him! No! Even marriage isn’t an option!
He might not be as ruthless as Bululu, but his heart for His Majesty wouldn’t…
“Ansel,” Saros suddenly said. “It seems someone’s looking for you.”
Ansel looked up and as expected, Yun Jian had returned from the club headquarters and was searching for him in the crowd. Joey had been found and was following Yun Jian, whispering something in his ear. They were searching for both the warrior and the Holy Sword simultaneously; perhaps something important was going on.
He nodded apologetically to Saros. He’d agreed to play with him, but now he had to leave temporarily. He would definitely make more time to play with Saros next time.
Vassago: “???”
He had done nothing, yet it felt like he had done everything!
A Demon King vying for favor—so terrifying!
Ansel walked toward the demon hunters when he suddenly heard Saros whisper behind him.
“What did you think of me at that time?”
Huh?
Ansel laughed.
Just now, Saros was clearly very concerned about this question, yet he abruptly changed the subject, feigning indifference before finally returning to the topic.
The more time they spent together, the more he could discern the rich thoughts hidden beneath this unsmiling exterior of this reserved Demon King. Saros and his goose are truly identical, or perhaps even cut from the same mold. Equally reserved and proud, yet sensitive and thoughtful.
He had pondered Saros’ question years ago, as he watched the deep-blue swan flag drift away.
“Saros…”
He spoke, with his sunset-colored pupils staring intently.
“I thought you’re a remarkable Demon King, and one day…”
“I’ll be just like you.”
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