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

Gray's words echoed in the conference room, revealing the passive yet feasible "path to heaven," but also raising a more crucial question.

"The problem now is," Gray said, his gaze sharp as he surveyed the crowd, "that although we know there's a way for the Goddess of Holy Light to actively pull people into the Celestial Realm, how can we get that high and mighty deity to once again 'condescend' and take the initiative to help us ascend?"

He paused, then began to recount his previous experience of being pulled into the [celestial realm].

"The last time I was pulled into the [Celestial Realm] was in a secret realm. Bai Lin, my companion, attracted angels because he broke through to the tenth rank."

Gray's voice carried a hint of coldness, "The angel claims that the prime plane does not allow the existence of tenth-order beings, and that He has been ordered to 'guide' them, but in reality, He wants to forcibly take away Bai Lin."

As Gray recounted the events, the scene seemed to reappear in everyone's minds... (Chapter 344)

Gray said, "Simply put, in order to stop the angel from taking away Bai Lin, I was about to completely kill that angel when the Goddess of Holy Light intervened and forcibly pulled me, Bai Lin, and the angel into the [Heavenly Realm]."

The fundamental reason why Bai Lin was targeted by the angels was because the main plane did not allow the existence of tenth-order beings.

Upon hearing this, almost instantly, everyone present focused their attention on the same key point!

Philippa spoke first, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension and confirmation: "Grey, you... are a level 10 professional, right?"

Although she already knew that Gray was very strong, hearing him describe how he crushed other angels of the same rank of ten was still a different experience for her.

Gray nodded frankly, his tone as calm as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact: "Yes. Moreover, I consider myself to be among the strongest in the tenth tier. Dealing with angels of that level, even a dozen at the same time, wouldn't be too difficult."

Upon receiving his confirmation, the atmosphere in the meeting room became slightly tense. Although there had been some suspicions, such a direct admission still brought an invisible pressure.

Immediately afterwards, the mature and composed His Majesty Phoenix asked the most crucial question that had been swirling in everyone's minds. His brow furrowed deeply, and his eyes were filled with bewilderment:

"Then why...?"

He paused, organizing his thoughts, his gaze fixed intently on Gray:

"Since the main plane does not allow the existence of tenth-order beings, that angel used this as an excuse to take Lord Bai Lin away."

"So, Your Majesty, as a tenth-tier being, and the strongest among them... why are you still allowed to remain safely in the Prime Material Plane?"

This question, like a sharp sword, points directly to the core contradiction.

Yes, the rules apply to all tenth-tier beings. Why did the angels only capture the White Scales, while ignoring the Demon King Gray, who was clearly stronger and should have posed a greater threat?

Was it an oversight by the Goddess of Light? Was it some kind of unknown exemption? Or... was there a deeper, more unsettling reason hidden behind it all?

All eyes were once again focused on Gray, awaiting his answer.

The answer to this question may directly affect the feasibility of their next plan, and may even be related to a true understanding of the Goddess of Light's intentions.

Faced with Phoenix's pointed question and the mixed expressions of doubt and inquiry in the eyes of the crowd, Gray slowly shook his head.

“I don’t know the exact answer.” His answer was unexpectedly candid. “The thoughts of the Goddess of Holy Light, why She made such rules, and why she seems to be making an exception for me… these are things I cannot speculate on.”

Just as a subtle sense of disappointment began to permeate the conference room, Gray abruptly changed the subject, a glint of insight flashing in his deep eyes.

“However,” he emphasized, drawing everyone’s attention back, “based on the information left by the ‘sage’ and the current situation, I can guess a little bit about it.”

He leaned forward slightly, his fingertips lightly touching, and began his analysis:

One of the core messages left by the "Sage" clearly points out that the goal of the millennia-long cycle of human-demon history has never been solely aimed at the demon race.

Humanity, too, plays the role of victim in this seemingly endless cycle.

He looked around at everyone, making sure that everyone understood the weight of his words.

"And in this cruel cycle, there is a crucial characteristic: no matter how brutal the war, no matter how one-sided the situation,"

Gray’s voice was clear and calm, “And no race will ever be completely wiped out.”

Neither demons nor humans would.

Like a distorted 'balance,' there's always a turning point when one side is on the verge of collapse, allowing the flame to continue.

He paused briefly to allow the information to fully process before continuing:

Why did He design the cycle between humans and demons in this way? I still don't know His deepest motives. But we can temporarily set aside the motives, look only at the phenomena, and make use of them.

Gray's gaze sharpened, as if he could see through time and space and perceive the invisible cyclical trajectory.

"We are currently in the 'human prosperity and demonic decline' phase of this cycle."

He described the current historical context: "According to the 'normal' script of this cycle, at this moment, it should be me, the Demon King, who should unite the remaining forces of the demon race and launch a frenzied counterattack against humanity, using war and bloodshed to reignite the hatred and vitality of the demon race, forcibly reverse the situation of 'demonic decline', and start a new round of 'demonic prosperity and human decline'."

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"But as everyone knows, the current situation is that I did not act according to this script."

I did not lead the demons into war; instead, I restrained them to some extent.

As for the demon race itself, due to my inaction and previous internal strife, it is currently in its weakest and most leaderless state in history.

At this point, Gray's tone suddenly became incredibly serious and heavy, and he dropped a bombshell conclusion:

"In this situation, if I, the current Demon King, were to die..."

He paused deliberately, allowing a sense of dread to fester in everyone's hearts.

"Without a cohesive core, the already dying demon race will no longer have enough time and fortune to wait for and nurture the next demon king."

Beset by internal and external troubles, they will quickly disintegrate... and most likely, perish!

“And this,” Gray said, enunciating each word clearly, his eyes blazing, “completely violates the fundamental rule set by the Goddess of Light: ‘A race must never be completely wiped out in the cycle!’”

“So,” he concluded, a calculating glint in his eyes.

"The reason I can still remain 'safely' in the prime plane may not be due to His grace or oversight, but rather because—my very existence as an 'abnormal' demon king who doesn't follow the script is the key fuse that keeps that damned cycle from collapsing prematurely."

“It’s not that He doesn’t want to touch me, but… before He finds a new way to maintain the cycle, or before I completely lose my value in ‘maintaining stability,’ He might… not dare to let me die easily, especially not in a place outside the rules of the main plane.”

This deduction, like a bolt of lightning, cleaved through the fog in everyone's minds, revealing a more complex and dangerous game of chess before them.