The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

The moonlight spilled onto the cobblestone streets, creating a chilly atmosphere. Along the streets, dim lanterns flickered, barely illuminating the surroundings. Ancient wooden buildings and stone structures loomed in the night, appearing weathered and heavy.

On this quiet street, a drunken homeless man staggered along. He was dressed in tattered clothes, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in stubble. He clutched a bottle of liquor in his hand, occasionally tilting his head back to take a large gulp. The homeless man's steps were unsteady; he would sometimes bump into water buckets by the roadside, and sometimes fall on the stone steps.

Most people, upon seeing this drunken homeless man, would feel disgust and would avoid him to prevent getting into trouble.

You can't reason with a drunk guy like that; it's easy to get into a conflict and escalate into something more serious.

Verbal abuse, fighting, and even murder—no one knows what a drunken homeless man might do under the influence of alcohol.

If you don't want to get into trouble, the only option is to stay away.

This allows homeless people to stumble and fall down the street without bumping into anyone and causing disputes...

This is generally true.

As he staggered through the dimly lit street corner, a figure emerged from the shadows, and the two inevitably collided in the narrow alleyway.

The homeless man's body felt heavy from the alcohol, and he bumped into a pedestrian wearing a thick cloak.

The pedestrians seemed to be unharmed; their bodies didn't even sway.

The homeless are having a tough time.

The bottle slipped from his hand during the collision and crashed onto the stone floor with a bang, splashing liquid everywhere. The liquid, mixed with the earthy smell, intensified the pungent, fishy odor of the night.

"Can't you see where you're going? How dare you block my way?" The homeless man's voice was hoarse and rude, his anger erupting instantly from the alcohol.

The bottle was knocked over, spilling the liquor, and the wasted liquid further enraged the homeless man.

He grabbed the bottle, determined to teach this "blind" guy a lesson and vent his anger.

Until he met the eyes of the pedestrian, which were revealed when the pedestrian's cloak was lifted by the collision.

Those were numb, lifeless eyes, like two dried-up wells, utterly devoid of life.

They stared silently ahead, yet seemed to see nothing. Their eyes were dull and lifeless, their pupils reflecting nothing but emptiness.

The surrounding skin sagged loosely, further highlighting the numbness and lifelessness in the eyes.

Upon seeing those eyes, the homeless man felt a nameless fear rise in his heart.

The angry shouting stopped abruptly, and the homeless man dared not yell any further.

He had a premonition that if he dared to grab a bottle and smash it, he would probably lose his life.

The fright sobered the homeless man up a bit. He decisively followed his inner voice (cowardice) and dared not continue to argue. He silently picked up his bottle and avoided the pedestrian.

If you can't afford to offend, can you still afford to hide?

Only when they had walked far away and could no longer see the cloaked figure did the fear in their hearts slowly dissipate.

He cursed loudly, calling it "bad luck," and then hurled all sorts of vulgarities at the "blind fool" behind his back.

He only dared to insult them behind their backs...

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It seems... I bumped into someone...

It seems like there isn't... no memory of any conflict...

Or did the person you bumped into simply leave without making a fuss?

None of that mattered. In the next instant, Grey Brandt forgot the little incident on the street and sank into sorrow and despair.

His mind was a complete mess; he just walked numbly, avoiding buildings and pillars, but his eyes couldn't reflect the people and things in front of him.

A destination, at least, is identified.

He crossed the street, left this territory, and ahead lay Bifeng Territory, his home in this world.

But Gray walked so slowly that the journey was indefinitely delayed.

This was the first time he had suffered such a heavy blow in this other world.

Reincarnated as a newborn demon king, adopted by a fallen noble family in the Olmec Kingdom, and having fought against the Demon Shadow Court and the Demon Order ever since, he has never been marked with such a bright red mark.

Even when he was studying the conflict between humans and demons and realized that "the Demon King will definitely die at the hands of the hero," he was not this depressed.

That was, after all, a vague and ethereal history, not something before his eyes. He firmly believed that as a reincarnated person and a time traveler, he could definitely do something to end all this nonsense.

We've made some progress on the conflict between humans and demons, and on the issues between the Demon King and the Hero.

But knowing too much only made Gray feel a deep sense of despair.

His enemies are not only heroes, cultists, angels, and demons, but also the goddess who stands high above on the throne of God.

He was certain that the goddess was the final boss. Once he defeated her, the game of reincarnation in another world would be over, and he would no longer have to worry about his life. He could live to a ripe old age with his family, friends, lover, and subordinates.

That is unparalleled happiness.

But it can't be done.

Facing the goddess on the throne, despair overshadowed even the slightest bit of defiance.

Since they are not of the same rank, the Goddess of Holy Light can easily suppress him.

In the [Heavenly Realm], he simply used the repulsive force of pushing him out to render him helpless; without Bai Lin's push, he would have already exploded and died in the [Heavenly Realm].

Gray realized that he could not keep his promise to White Scale; he did not have the ability to rescue White Scale from [the Celestial Realm].

Currently, he can't defeat the goddess, so can Gray find a way to advance to the same rank as the goddess?

Gray realized long ago that he could no longer advance in the magic rank, although this did not mean that his combat power could not be improved.

Honing combat skills can still improve combat effectiveness.

However, this slight improvement only has an effect on tenth-tier professionals. Perhaps he can use such an improvement to kill angels and demons more easily.

This improvement is nothing compared to what that goddess could achieve.

To defeat the goddess, the final boss, Gray must advance to the same level as her; an advancement in magic rank is essential.

Gray was confident that, at the same level, even the goddess would be no match for him, even though she possessed light-attribute magic that was his weakness.

The problem is that Gray cannot reach the same rank as the goddess and cannot be promoted further.

The reason is not a lack of talent, but rather that something is limiting them.

Each attempt to reach a higher level is like hitting a ceiling—impossible to advance and causing a headache.

Gray guessed the true nature of the restrictions.

It is the suppression of the world; this world does not allow the birth of beings that exceed the tenth order.

Advancement is equivalent to fighting against the entire world on one's own, and the targets of this fight include the Goddess of Light.