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

The next question is how to end the cycle of human-demon history.

The problem lies in the manipulation behind the scenes by the Goddess of Holy Light; indeed, the only solution is...

Gray tapped the new option that popped up in front of him.

Please tell me how to end all of this.

After clicking the option, the "Sage" projection remained silent for a moment before giving Gray an answer that was not at all surprising, and was very simple and straightforward, but impossible to do.

"Attack [the Celestial Realm], kill the Goddess of Holy Light, and everything will be over."

Gray stared at the projection of the "sage" before him.

It sounds simple: kill the Goddess of Holy Light...

If you can do it, then go ahead.

Gray had not forgotten how he had been humiliated like an ant in the Celestial Realm.

This is tantamount to saying, "Go and get rid of Tang Sanzang and his disciples."

No new options appeared; the "Sage" projection paused briefly before speaking again.

"You might think this is impossible. In fact, I have never seen the Goddess of Holy Light with my own eyes. I can only speculate and cannot understand how powerful the Goddess of Holy Light is."

Besides, we haven't even seen them, let alone killed them.

Gray nodded slightly; that was indeed the case.

The "Sage" projection sighed: "I know this is a very difficult thing. It's a problem that has imprisoned the human and demon races for countless years. No matter what I say, it's all just theoretical."

I can only offer you one piece of help for defeating the Goddess of Holy Light.

Upon hearing this, Gray was startled.

The thing the "sage" mentioned that could help kill the Goddess of Holy Light was no ordinary object; it would at least be of some help to him.

For Gray, who was in dire straits, he would not let even a ray of light go.

"Help?" Gray's mind instantly focused. This ancestor, renowned for his wisdom, could foresee such a distant future and orchestrate such a situation; the resources and wisdom he mobilized were extraordinary. The "help" he spoke of must be something significant.

The projected arm of the "Sage" slightly raised, making a gesture of support. The massive magic circle behind him lit up, and a deep purple light rapidly converged at the center of the space, outlining a slender, sword-shaped silhouette.

"This item was forged by me, using the essence of this secret realm and the secret techniques of the demon race, with countless efforts." The "Sage's" voice carried a hint of undisguised weariness, as if the hardships of its forging were being conveyed across time and space. "I will call it for now—'Demon King Sword'."

The sword shape formed by the light and shadow gradually solidified. Although it was not a physical entity, it exuded a chilling aura of heaviness and emptiness. It seemed not to exist in the present world, yet it truly influenced something.

“However, this sword is not a divine weapon in the ordinary sense.” The “sage”’s tone became extremely solemn. “Its true core function is not to cut through physical objects, but rather… to bear and absorb.”

“Absorb…what?” Gray asked in a deep voice, a vague yet shocking guess already forming in his mind.

"Luck." The "Sage" uttered these two words, his voice echoing through the empty underground space with immense power. "More precisely, the luck of my entire demon race!"

Grena's pupils, hidden beneath his hood, suddenly contracted!

"From the tenth generation onwards, until your era, all demons—whether the sparks I sent here or the people struggling to survive in the prime plane—have had a portion of their scattered fortune slowly absorbed and accumulated here by this sword across space." The projection of the "Sage" calmly stated a shocking fact, "This was the only plan I could think of back then that might deceive the eyes of the one in heaven and preserve a possible way for my race to reverse the situation."

boom!

These words struck Gray like a thunderbolt!

In an instant, many mysteries that had troubled him for so long were suddenly cleared up!

Why has the demon race declined since its ancient glory, as if bound by invisible shackles? Why is it becoming increasingly difficult for a demon king to be born, and why are there fewer and fewer strong demons?

Why is it that no matter how brilliant and talented a demon king is, he always seems destined to fall to the sword of a hero...? (This is not the fault of the Demon King Sword. Even if the hero doesn't absorb the demon king's luck, the rule that the hero must kill the demon king will still not change. The previous nine demon kings did not have their luck absorbed, but they still fell to the sword of a hero.)

It turns out that... the Demon Clan's overall fortune had already been silently drained by this 'Demon King Sword'! The entire clan was like a bloodied beast, struggling in weakness, yet unaware of the root cause!

This is not a simple plunder, but a cruel gamble of life or death! The scattered fortune that might be used or dissipated by the enemy is forcibly gathered together and condensed into a single point, waiting for a future demon king who may never come and will be able to use it!

“I sent a tribe to reside in this secret realm, partly to preserve the pure bloodline of the demon race, and partly…” The “sage” paused, “...so that they could provide the ‘Demon King Sword’ with a relatively stable and pure source of spiritual energy more closely and continuously, even though this nourishment is negligible.”

Gray fell silent. He fully understood his ancestor's plan. To gamble with the "weakness" of the entire race over millennia on a slim chance of retaliation! How ruthless, and how...tragic, this decision!

“Then,” Gray’s voice was a little dry, “since we have this secret realm to protect us, can we hide here indefinitely and use this sword to slowly make our move?” This was his subconscious thought; having such a treasure trove seemed to give him the capital to operate in the long term.

"No." The "sage's" answer was resolute, instantly shattering this illusion.

"Although this secret realm can isolate us from detection, it is not absolutely eternal." The light of the projection seemed to dim a bit. "My power has its limits, and the rules of this small world are not perfect either. As the fortune accumulated by the 'Demon King Sword' grows larger and larger, the energy fluctuations it generates will gradually increase, and one day it will reach the limit that the secret realm can cover."

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless time and space, seeing the inevitable future: "At that time, the existence of this secret realm will surely be discovered by the one in heaven. Hiding is not a long-term solution; it only delays the arrival of the final judgment."

He looked at Gray, his face, composed of light and shadow, seemed to carry a helpless yet resolute smile: "And I choose not to leave the problem to future generations. We, the Demon Kings, even knowing the road ahead is fraught with peril and certain death, should still step forward and fight for a glimmer of hope for our race. Escape cannot solve this 'unsolvable dilemma'."

Gray was solemn. This ancestor had long seen through everything, and... had personally put his beliefs into practice. He wasn't unaware of the danger; rather, he chose to face it.