Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

"call......"

Ye Ge slowly exhaled.

Sure enough, the history of almost all the civilizations in various regions of this world's map of myriad races has been rewritten, and is completely different from the background in the game.

Eighty percent of the time it's due to the players.

However, just by scanning around like this, it's impossible to tell who the players are.

......

Just as Ye Ge was observing the leaders of the various races and pondering who among them were transmigrators.

Inside the arena, the top figures from all races in the VIP viewing boxes were also observing him.

"Do you think that Night Song, from this family of demonized mutant humans, might be the same Night Song who was ranked tenth globally on the world server back then?"

Inside the Shadow Clan's private room.

A young man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at Night Song in the human race's private room, and said, "Although they share the same name, it's not necessarily true."

“I think it must be him.” Another girl sat on the sofa: “Night Song’s best role is the human race, and I have carefully investigated his past. His record is an abnormal ability to fight opponents of higher levels. Who else could it be but Night Song, the strongest ordinary player with the best skills?”

The girl unconsciously gripped the armrest of the sofa next to her.

She recalled the scene from her previous life during the global player ranking tournament, where Ye Ge, dressed in a white and blue outfit, brutally beat her to death...

All skills except those guaranteed to hit were dodged... All chanted spells were interrupted... All attack patterns were predicted and countered...

It was terrifying, like a nightmare.

Even after all these years, the memories are still so vivid...

The young man said, "Hmm, but judging from this, he should have only been in this world for about ten years... Strange, logically speaking, the Heavenly Dao shouldn't be summoning players anymore, so why is it that the era Ye Ge traveled to is different from the era of us other players?"

The girl remained silent: "Well... I'm not quite sure..."

“He’s really lucky,” the young man said. “The remains of the Azure Dragon are buried beneath the grounds of his race’s empire.”

“Even so, it’s no use.” The girl said solemnly, “No matter how close we are, it only counts if we get it. In the end, the Azure Dragon Treasure will definitely belong to us.”

......

The private box for the Sun Wheel Clan.

A man who looked somewhat like Muramasa stared at Yege in the human VIP box with a gloomy expression.

"Muraki, I know that your brother's death has been a huge blow to you."

Beside him, the Holy Emperor of the Sun Wheel Clan, wearing a sun wheel mask, spoke in a metallic hum: "But I hope you will not act rashly. This time, our Sun Wheel Clan's mission is to assist the Demon Clan Lord in obtaining the Azure Dragon Treasure."

"...Yes, Your Majesty, I understand."

Muraki remained silent for a moment, though he said this, his eyes remained sharp and gloomy.

"However, the incident a couple of days ago where people from all races broke into the Azure Dragon Palace of Extreme Yin has already been reported to the Light Alliance by the human race."

"You don't need to worry about this. It's not just our Sun Wheel Clan that broke into the Extreme Yin Azure Dragon Palace. The Light Alliance wouldn't offend so many powerful civilizations just to support their human race, would it?"

The Holy Emperor of the Sun Wheel said, "However, after that commotion that night, all races know about the Azure Dragon Treasure, and we obviously have more competitors now."

Muraki said, "Originally, all the races came for the Azure Dragon Treasure. Now, we've only just broken through that barrier."

“That makes sense.” The Holy Emperor of the Sun Wheel nodded. “In short, we just need to wait for the Demon Clan’s orders.”

"..."

Upon hearing this, Muraki clenched his teeth even tighter.

The Sun Wheel Clan are born to be vassals of the Demon Clan.

This is a fate that cannot be changed or resisted.

Muraki glanced at the Night Song playing in the human VIP box in the distance.

Night Song...

Has another new player really arrived?

asshole......

Why?! Of all people, only he had to be transmigrated into the body of the Sunwheel Clan, a cursed race forever bound by fate?!

......

The Holy Elf's private room.

The Holy Elf King Leonas picked up a small fruit with a fork and chuckled as he held it to Emilia's lips: "Come on, Emilia, open your mouth, ah~~"

Emilia was clearly not in the mood. She pouted and turned her face away, saying, "No, I'm not a child anymore. I can get what I want myself."

"Hehe, good, good, Father is afraid you're still angry with me..." Leonardus said with a fawning expression.

Emilia ignored him.

A pair of bright blue eyes gazed ahead.

Leonardo felt something was off, wondering why Emilia had seemed a bit off these past few days.

Ever since I secretly ran away and came back, I've felt preoccupied, as if I have some little secret that I can't let anyone know.

Judging from her expression, she doesn't look like she's watching a game.

Leonardo followed Emilia's gaze.

Her gaze fell on the host family's private room across the street.

'Strange, why is this child staring at the human race's private room?'

Leonardo pondered for a moment, then glanced at Emilia's neck, which was hidden behind her long golden hair.

The last time I tried to touch her hair, Amy seemed startled, as if she was terrified that her hair would be parted.

Leonardo pondered for a moment, and then his pupils brightened slightly, gradually turning golden.

He saw the words written on the back of Emilia's neck through her hair.

—Lord Night Song was here.

Leonardo: "!!!???"

......

The gladiatorial battles in the arena are still in full swing.

"drink!"

A human Night Watch warrior roared and leaped into the air.

"Fourth-tier martial skill - Leaping Strike Kick!"

Boom!

The kick landed heavily on the neck of an orc warrior.

"Xiao Wu! Go! Go! Beat him up!"

Nangong Qiuyue raised her fists in the audience stands, seemingly more anxious than anyone else, and shouted loudly.

Nangong Ru sat beside him with her arms crossed, saying nothing, her expression calm.

The orc warrior was kicked, but it seemed that he only staggered a couple of steps and twisted his neck, without suffering any real damage.

The Night Watch warrior hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and stepped forward again.

"Fifth-tier martial skill - Sun-shaped punch!"

Snap snap snap snap snap...

A series of rapid, scraping attacks struck the orc's chest.

The orc roared in fury, kicked the human warrior, and then swung his broadsword.

"Pfft-"

An axe struck the Night's Watch warrior on the shoulder, nearly splitting him in two.