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

At dawn, as the first rays of sunlight pierce through the thin mist and spill into the open valley, everything seems to be bathed in a soft, golden glow. The air is filled with the fresh scent of earth and vegetation, making one feel relaxed and refreshed.

The valley in the early morning should be so peaceful and serene.

But this valley is different.

The sunlight, filtering through the thin mist, appeared pale and weak, as if bound by some invisible force. The birdsong in the valley became low and intermittent, conveying a sense of oppression. The babbling of the stream also became muffled, as if affected by the valley's oppressive atmosphere, losing its inherent vitality.

The breeze wasn't gentle; instead, it was like a sharp blade, easily leaving scratches.

All of this was caused by the enormous amount of magic contained in the air of the valley.

The concentration of magic here is far greater than in the Shadow Forest. Such an environment should be an ideal place for monsters to be born, but strangely, very few monsters appear here.

"What a strong pressure."

The oppressive atmosphere seemed to proclaim the power of the valley lord, placing the entire valley within the territory of that terrifying monster/creature.

The somber and oppressive atmosphere warned visitors that this place was not a place to linger.

If you dare to invade, I will make sure you suffer a crushing defeat!

A look of anticipation spread across Grena's handsome face, which was a fraction as striking as the readers'.

Gray didn't actually come alone; he was accompanied by a loyal follower—Sita.

But upon closer reflection, Sita had been following Gray around like a little follower these past few days, acting like a submissive woman or even a servant.

If the demons of the demon race were to see Sita in such a cute and adorable state, they would probably be shocked.

Sita has never shown much facial expression and rarely reveals her emotions on her face.

Her expressionless and blank demeanor, coupled with her identity as the daughter of a former marshal and her eighth-level strength, filled her clansmen with terror and fear.

But nowadays, Xita is seen as cute and adorable.

What, a change in art style?

From a horror movie to a shoujo manga?

This contrast is too outrageous. It turns into cuteness after the contrast. Is this how the "gap moe" is defined?

Gray tacitly approved of Theta's following.

After all, it's a legendary dragon; anyone would naturally want to witness the splendor of such a legendary creature if given the chance.

Moreover, the dragons on this continent have long been a rare species, leading people to speculate whether they are extinct, which only fuels their curiosity even more.

Anyway, with Theta's strength, she was more than capable of protecting herself and wouldn't be a burden, so Gray just went along with her.

Little did they know, Sita's gaze remained fixed on Gray, like a young girl in love.

What she wanted to see wasn't a dragon, but a dragon.

It's just a little white dragon, barely suitable as an appetizer before the main course.

After the two walked some distance, they approached the interior of the valley.

Suddenly, the oppressive feeling in the air intensified, and the thick magical force made it difficult to breathe, as if one were in a high-pressure environment in the deep sea.

"Looks like they've discovered us. They've intensified their pressure to warn us. Be smart and get out of here. They don't want to kill people like you."

Gray perfectly judged the valley overlord's current mood; he had always been very sensitive to magic.

The strength of one's ability to perceive magic depends on one's own magical power, control over magic, and mental strength.

Gray is no weaker than any of the Demon Lords in the first two aspects, but as for his mental strength...

Perhaps due to his two lifetimes, Gray's mental strength far surpasses that of all previous Demon Lords. This is probably the greatest help he has received from his previous life, aside from knowledge.

Gray's cheat ability is a special kind of demon king inheritance that all demon kings possess, unlike the standard features of transmigrators who don't have systems or anything like that.

Tsk, such a time travel, unless it's a second life, would be a complete waste.

Isn't it better to play video games at home?

So, you're pretty brave, huh?

Please, I'm super brave.

(Please imagine the voiceover)

Gray also knew that the pressure exerted by a ninth-tier peak magical beast/object was naturally not as simple as it had been when he first entered the valley, otherwise Gray's interest would have been dampened.

The environment became even more oppressive, but Gray continued to venture deeper into the valley as if nothing had happened, ignoring the warning from the valley tyrant.

The distance to the source of magic continued to shrink, and by this time, the valley overlord realized that the newcomer was not friendly, or that he had no choice but to suffer the consequences of his refusal to listen to reason.

As they ventured deeper into the valley, the oppressive atmosphere grew increasingly heavy. Suddenly, a silvery-white light pierced the valley's tranquility, followed by a slight tremor from the ground, as if some enormous creature was approaching.

In an open space, the ground began to slowly crack open, and a plume of white smoke rose from the fissures, filling the air with a mysterious chill. The smoke gradually condensed, forming a swirling cloud pillar, at the center of which something seemed to be stirring restlessly.

Immediately afterwards, a melodious dragon's roar echoed through the valley, shaking everyone's spirits. The smoke instantly dissipated, and a huge white dragon appeared before the two (demons).

The roar of the dragon rose, like the most primal notes in the universe, transcending the boundaries of time and space, echoing in every corner of the valley. The sound began deep and resonant, as if an ancient call came from the depths of the earth, carrying a heavy sense of history that instilled awe in everyone.

The white dragon slowly raised its enormous head, its eyes shining like two brilliant pearls, gleaming with wisdom. Its pupils were a deep silver, as if they could see through everything. Its whiskers swayed gently in the wind, each one like a finely crafted silver thread.

Its body was tens of feet long, covered with silvery-white scales, each one as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the sunlight and shimmering with dazzling light. When its wings were spread, they resembled two huge white flags, gently flapping in the air and creating gusts of wind.

The white dragon's movements were elegant yet powerful. Its limbs were strong and long, and each step it took was steady and forceful. Its tail was long and flexible, decorated at the tip with patterns like snow crystals. As it moved, the tail swayed gently, as if adjusting its balance.

It slowly rose into the air, each flap of its wings carrying a powerful gust of air that caused the surrounding vegetation to sway and then break off and hang suspended in the air.

Despite being in such a strong airflow, Gray felt a sense of coolness.

This wind power is so strong that if you used it as an electric fan, its cooling effect would probably surpass that of dozens of air conditioners.

The magnificent and imposing figure of the white dragon came into view, and Gray exclaimed with delight.

As expected, it lived up to my expectations... a white dragon!