Demon Lord 3

Walking up, I immediately lost my composure. I saw his lab report. It described experiments starting with animals, then moving on to humans. It seemed like something was causing mutations. He said this was called a demon seed, and if it germinated, everything would become demons. I asked him if it was worse than the previous villains. He nodded, saying I'd asked him why he had to do this. He explained that it wouldn't attack souls, but would simply transform into zombies. This time, there would be a zombie war, he said. He said we were more experienced, having been through this before. He asked if I knew how to deal with zombies. Zombies wouldn't corrupt souls, but once they formed, we had to kill them. No zombies could survive. After hearing this, I was ready to fight him to the death. He was also casual, dodging to the side. He asked, "Do I really have to do this?" He hadn't fought me before because he thought I had no killing power. If I continued like this, he wouldn't give in. As soon as I finished speaking, his attitude softened. He asked, "Do I really have to fight him?" These things were experiments, not real events. Those low-level people, even cats and dogs, were just tools for his experiments, not real human lives. When they turned into zombies, they died, and demons replaced them. I asked him if he could just do something that wouldn't harm anyone else. For years, I'd had enough of his behavior. Ever since I saw him in my dreams, I couldn't stop. But he looked at me speechlessly, saying that if I didn't dream of him, there would be no way around it. Who would I turn to? My father, or those elders? No one could match him, but my father and those elders couldn't reach his level. Anyway, he meant that meeting him was the right thing to do. I initially found him a bit infuriating and a bit ridiculous, but then I realized he was a pitiful person, so I didn't say anything. When I asked him if he could stop this, he just said helplessly, "Who told him to spoil me?" The look in his eyes made me feel even more disgusted. He spoiled me, but why did he dote on me? What did it matter to me who he was? I asked him what to do, and he said that he wouldn't be conducting this experiment again these days. He had stopped all the experiments, but we needed to deal with the demon seeds that were sown before. After listening to him, I asked him how to deal with it. He said that he didn't know exactly how many demon seeds he had sown. Anyway, there was an antidote here, and we could use it to rescue those people, but it might not succeed. He told us to figure it out ourselves and threw the antidote into my hand. Then he told me not to bother him next time. After all, he dotes on me so much, and if I stop him again, he won't be polite. I also stuck out my tongue at him. I don't know when our relationship became so subtle. Maybe next time we meet, we shouldn't be so confrontational! After all, our relationship has developed quite well now, and he hasn't done anything too extreme. It's just that I think it's a bit unreasonable for him to do this. From my point of view, he is the demon who spread the seeds, but from his point of view, it seems like he is just doing an experiment in the experimental field. I held the antidote in my hand and asked how I could get it out after I woke up. He said the antidote was in my consciousness, and wherever I went, problems would be solved. But it required some effort, not just a casual process. If I could get the antidote out, I could distribute it to others, and I wouldn't be able to travel everywhere. I asked him what the benefits were. He said it would help me improve my cultivation, and that it would be a kind of merit for him to accumulate. He said we would experience many things along the way, and if I wasn't there, nothing would happen. After all, if this demon seed was spread without an antidote, there would be no solution. I asked if he could not experiment with it next time, and he said he didn't need to use that method. I said it was bad stuff, and if I didn't go, those people would die. I felt it would harm all living things. But he told me that these were not even living beings. In his eyes, they were not even living beings. Indeed, our states were still very different, so we couldn't talk to each other. I said I would stop talking to him for now and prepared to leave.