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There is no doubt that the problem Arthur was most worried about happened.

By closing the Gate of Hell, R'lyeh has cut off the current economic lifeline of the Bright Continent. Without the endless supply of monsters from Hell, who would be willing to come to the remote Bright Continent? How can the Bright Continent's unique economy be developed?

So after some consideration, Arthur and others made a decision, which was to go to negotiate with the evil god R'lyeh.

Not long after making this decision, they set off. There was nothing they could do as some tourists had already gathered together and were shouting for Rilima to return their money.

It took less than half an hour for everyone to appear on the Devil's Plain.

As soon as they arrived at the Devil's Plains, R'lyeh showed up with his evil followers.

When the high-ranking officials of the Bright Continent saw R'lyeh, they were happier than if they had seen their biological father.

"He's out, he's out. That's great. I was worried that he wouldn't want to see us."

"This seems to be the Lord of Greed and Sleep. It was he who invaded the Bright Continent ten thousand years ago."

"Someone go talk to him."

"Michelle, go ahead."

"Okay, I'll do it then."

After some discussion, Michelle was elected as the representative.

With a smile on his face, he first walked to a place less than 500 meters away from R'lyeh, and then bowed respectfully.

"Great Lord of Greed and Sleep, I am Michel, the current Pope of the Mobile Phone Cult. We have come here to discuss something with you."

Upon hearing these words, R'lyeh, who was sitting on the throne behind the Hell Mammoth, immediately snorted coldly.

"What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to send me back to hell like you did ten thousand years ago?"

"No, no, no, how could that be?" Michelle waved her hands repeatedly. "The Bright Continent and Hell are one family. What happened before was all a misunderstanding. It was those evil gods who drove you to Hell."

"Not only did they drive you away, they also slandered you as an evil god. How could a being like you, sir, be an evil god? Don't you agree?"

As he spoke, Michelle turned around and asked the people behind him.

The group of high-level officials from Bright Continent behind him nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.

"Yes, the God of Light and his companions are the evil gods. How can you be considered an evil god?"

"I think you shouldn't be called the Lord of Greed and Sleep. You should be called the Lord of Plenty and Harvest."

"So, you unconditionally help people fulfill their wishes, and after they die, you simply take their souls as a reward. How can you be an evil god? And you wait until they die of old age before taking their souls. You're really doing charity."

"In over ten thousand years, you have only collected the souls of a few thousand people. Not a single one of these people left with regrets, and their families are very grateful to you."

"Prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain. Those true evil gods each erect a glorious image for themselves, constantly proclaiming that God loves the world. Unlike you, Your Majesty, although you are born ugly, you act with integrity. When you fight us, you always charge head-on, never engaging in any conspiracy or subterfuge."

"And those people you killed ultimately died from their own greed. If those greedy people didn't die, they would only kill more people. So, while it may seem like you killed them, you actually saved more innocent people."

"The Bright Continent is not only our home, but also yours. Welcome home, great Lord of Plenty and Harvest."

Listening to everyone's praise, R'lyeh, who had been filled with anger, suddenly felt like he was punching cotton.

The next second, he said loudly with a look of dissatisfaction on his face:

"What do you mean? I'm not an evil god anymore? Are you kidding me? I'm super evil, okay?"