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

"Where is the Demon King's Sword?" Gray asked, his voice now calm but tinged with a heavy resolve.

"Right here, at the core of this space, one with the magic circle." The "Sage" projection slowly dissipated, transforming back into pure energy flowing back to the center of the magic circle. "Only you, who possess the pure bloodline of the Demon King and are recognized by this place, can perceive and attempt to activate it. Go and feel it, future ruler. It is the foundation of our race's eternal destiny, and also... the prototype of the blade that will slash at the gods!"

The light faded, leaving Gray standing alone before the enormous magic circle.

He slowly closed his eyes, immersing his entire being in the land beneath his feet, into the vast energy that resonated with his bloodline.

The next moment, he "saw" it.

Deep within the magic circle, amidst countless purplish-purple runes, a longsword with an ancient design, its entire body transparent like illusory crystal, floats silently. Within the sword, an endless galaxy seems to flow, and the joys and sorrows, rises and falls of countless demons are depicted! A "power" so vast and indescribable, so heavy and heavy as to crush the world, is contained within it.

That is the Demon King Sword, which has gathered the fortune of more than ten generations of demons!

Gray reached out, not physically, but with his spirit and will, slowly reaching for the sword that would decide his fate.

Gray's spiritual will, like the gentlest fingertips, slowly touched the illusory sword that floated at the core of the magic circle, gathering the fortune of millennia.

Om-! ! !

There was no earth-shattering eruption, nor any resistance or rejection. The instant of contact, Gray felt a vast, boundless torrent of energy, as heavy as a starry sea, yet as gentle as a lamb!

This power is pure and ancient, containing the prayers, struggles, glories and desolations of countless individual demons. They transcend time and space, and at this moment they are perfectly integrated into one, transforming into a great power that is almost like the law itself.

This was indeed a power powerful enough to shake the very foundations of the world! The accumulated fortune of forty-three generations of demons far exceeded Gray's initial imagination. If he hadn't possessed the purest demon king bloodline, and his soul's rank wasn't sufficient to bear this immense weight, he would probably have been assimilated and devoured the moment he made contact, becoming part of this sea of ​​fortune.

However, this power showed him no resistance. Just as he had expected, the Demon King's Sword, being the embodiment of the demon race's destiny, would naturally submit to the demon king and to the core that this destiny was meant to protect. He felt as if he had become a hub, a gate that could guide the flow of this sea of ​​stars. The energy within the sword seemed to have found its home, flowing intimately around his will, awaiting his command.

Just as he began to adapt to and control this heavy yet gentle power, the eerie purple light around him gathered once more, and the "Sage's" projection reappeared. This time, his figure appeared even fainter, as if his energy was about to run out.

"Can you feel it? This is where the future of our race rests." The "sage's" voice carried a hint of relief and a sense of accomplishment. "It has recognized you, which is good."

With a flick of his wrist, a dark purple bracelet with an ancient design materialized above his palm. The bracelet was made of a similar material to the buildings in the secret realm, with a smooth surface and no decorations, yet it naturally exuded a faint halo that blended seamlessly with its surroundings.

"This is a gift for you." The "Sage" gently pushed the bracelet toward Gray. "It is a spatial artifact specially made from the core materials of this secret realm. Its greatest function is to perfectly replicate the shielding properties of this secret realm."

Gray scanned the bracelet with his mental energy and immediately understood its value.

"Incorporate the 'Demon King Sword' into this ring," the "Sage" solemnly warned. "As long as you don't actively remove it, this ring can conceal its existence to the greatest extent, isolating it from all detection. Even the one in the heavens would find it difficult to detect unless they deliberately focus their search. Remember, never let it appear in the world lightly until you are absolutely certain of its existence, or until you are driven to a desperate situation!"

With a slight thought, Gray caused the illusory demon king sword, suspended at the center of the magic circle, to emit a low hum before transforming into a stream of light and instantly disappearing into the dark purple bracelet. The bracelet's surface flashed briefly before returning to its usual state, as if it were just an ordinary ornament.

But Gray could clearly sense that the vast, ocean-like power of destiny had been properly sealed off, and its connection with the outside world had been minimized.

"Finally, remember this: The light of the 'Sage' projection began to flicker violently and became extremely unstable. His voice also became intermittent, yet it carried an unprecedented resolve."

"This sword... possesses immense energy, yet it is like water without a source; every bit used... diminishes it... and cannot be replenished..."

"When slaying a god... only one sword strike is needed!"

"Only by giving everything... exhausting the accumulation of millennia... is there... a sliver of possibility..."

"...Kill God!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the "Sage's" projection could no longer be maintained and completely collapsed, turning into countless points of light that merged into the surrounding magic circle.

The light from the enormous magic circle gradually dimmed and eventually went out completely, leaving only eternal darkness and silence in this underground space.

Gray stood alone in the darkness, the seemingly ordinary dark purple bracelet on his wrist weighing an immense weight.

It contains thousands of years of stolen time for a race, a desperate gamble by a former king across time and space, and even more so... the only hope to slay the gods.

He drew his sword only once.

One sword strike decides life and death, survival and demise.

He slowly clenched his fist.

Before Gray's eyes, space slightly distorted, and a phantom square made of pure dark energy, with purple-black arcs of electricity flashing around its edges, suddenly popped up and hovered in front of him.

Within the square are ancient demonic characters drawn with the same energy, each stroke seemingly containing a weighty question:

[Can this sword truly slay a god?]

Gray stared at the suddenly appearing option, and without hesitation, he stretched out his finger and tapped the purplish-black box.

The moment his fingertip touched the light screen, the entire option rippled outwards like a drop of water falling into a lake.

An extremely complex expression appeared on the face of the "sage" projection. It was a weariness that spanned thousands of years, a resolute determination to do what was impossible, and finally it turned into a helpless smile with a hint of madness.

"Ah...I don't know..."

His voice was like a sigh, yet strangely clear.

"No one... has witnessed the fall of a god... This sword is the culmination of millennia of miracles... It is the strongest power we can attain, the ultimate question!"

"It is hope!"

"It is...the final... answer and...question...of our people, directed towards the high heavens!"

"Use your hands... to verify it!"