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

Meeting that gaze that seemed to freeze his soul, Gray, without any beating around the bush, directly posed the core question that had been swirling in his mind for a long time:

"This millennia-long cycle of human-demon history, isn't it the result of your manipulation behind the scenes?" His voice remained clear even under divine might, carrying a resolute question, "What is your purpose?"

The truth that was "discovered" did not move the Goddess of Holy Light in the slightest.

In His near-eternal life, it is not uncommon for one or two "clever" ants to occasionally appear who can see through this facade.

He never even tried to perfectly hide the traces of this cycle, because what difference would it make if he saw through it?

The hatred between the human and demon races, steeped in blood and history, is deeply rooted and as natural as breathing.

Few wise men can discern the patterns, and among them, how many can find the true "mastermind"? Even if they do, in the face of absolute power disparity and the torrent of fate, any thought of resistance is nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot, only to become a laughingstock.

The ethereal voice carried a hint of indifferent confirmation, as if stating a natural law that had nothing to do with them:

"It was my doing."

Immediately, a very faint, almost mocking glint flashed in those icy and fiery eyes:

"Purpose? What good would it do to tell you?"

His gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of the celestial realm, overlooking the vast prime plane below.

"Among the myriad races of the main plane, the demon race is undoubtedly the most powerful."

His voice was calm, as if he were conducting an objective assessment.

"The reason is simple: every so often, the demon race's fortune will naturally converge, giving birth to a king who can rule the entire race—you call him the 'Demon King.' He possesses absolute strength that transcends his era and is in a class of its own."

"In contrast, the so-called 'kings' of other races such as humans and elves are merely relatively outstanding individuals within their own groups. Compared to the 'Demon King' who can truly represent and lead the fate of the entire race and possesses absolute power, they are like fireflies compared to the bright moon."

"If no intervention is taken,"

The Goddess of Holy Light's tone remained calm, but the content of her words carried a chilling coldness.

"With the existence of the Demon King and the inherent talent of the demon race, they will sooner or later sweep away all obstacles with absolute power and completely rule the entire prime plane."

He paused slightly, his dual pupils focusing once more on Gray, carrying an undeniable declaration:

“And this… is not the scene I, as the master of this plane, wish to see.”

"Balance needs to be maintained. An overly powerful single force will disrupt the 'order' and 'diversity' of the plane itself."

He gave a seemingly noble reason, yet it was filled with absolute dominion.

"Therefore, this cycle is the necessary 'pruning' and 'balance'. When the demon race becomes too powerful and is about to reach a critical point, 'heroes' are guided to be born to 'correct' it. Only by repeating this process can eternity be achieved."

This understated explanation attributes millions of years of bloodshed, the joys and sorrows of countless lives, and the rise and fall of the two races to a ruthless, periodic "gardening work" carried out by the gods in order to maintain the "balance" and "order" they define.

Gray listened in silence, a cold rage churning within him, but he knew that reason was more important than anything else at that moment.

The Goddess of Light's bland, almost cold explanation was like a bucket of ice water poured over Philippa's heart. For "balance"? For "order"?

So, this is how a cycle of generational slaughter and bloodshed between the two races was designed? She couldn't understand this condescending "reasoning" that treated all living beings as worthless. A mixture of anger and sorrow surged within her.

However, under the absolute suppression of that vast divine power, she couldn't even open her mouth to question it. She could only bite her lower lip tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, using the pain in her body to fight against the turbulent waves in her heart.

The being on the throne seemed completely indifferent to Philippa, or rather, to the reaction of any mortal being.

He continued to expound the "history" of this cyclical mechanism in his ethereal, emotionless voice, as if describing the upgrading process of some convenient tool:

"The human church, which establishes faith in my name and gathers the power of will, is... very easy to control."

His tone carried a sense of entitlement, as if he were using a tool: "Therefore, I bestowed the special existence of 'heroes' upon humanity. It is fitting to grant them power and mission through the channel of faith."

"The original procedure was that whenever a Demon King was born and grew for a period of time, and began to show a threat, I would need to expend some effort to 'bless' humanity and bring forth a corresponding hero."

He seemed to be recalling a slightly troublesome old version.

"However, after several generations of demon lords," the Goddess of Holy Light's gaze seemed to sweep over Gray almost imperceptibly, the implication being clear, "one of the demon lords actually created something... interesting."

"The Demon King's legacy." He uttered this term that Gray already knew, "It can automatically find and bind a suitable successor after the Demon King's death, and remain in the depths of the successor's consciousness in the form of a knowledge imprint."

This is indeed a... good automated method, simplifying the 'training' process of the new Demon King. Without my further guidance, the demon race can complete the transfer of power and the inheritance of strength on its own.”

His tone even carried a very faint hint of "appreciation" for the "invention" of the "wise man".

“In that case,” the Goddess of Holy Light continued, as if it were merely a simple technological upgrade, “I have also created the corresponding… Heroic Legacy based on the principles of this program.”

"Now, it's much more convenient," He concluded, his calm tone concealing a chilling truth that would send a shiver down the spine of anyone who knew it.

"After the Demon King dies, the legacy will naturally seek its successor. The same goes for the Hero. Hatred accumulates in history, and the mission continues. It's a cycle, running fully automatically. I don't need to pay much attention anymore; I just need to... observe how it unfolds."

To dismiss the millennia-long history of joys and sorrows, the struggles and sacrifices of countless lives, as mere "automation" and "much more convenient" is an extreme indifference that is more despairing than any deliberate cruelty.

He is like a gardener with a pre-programmed schedule, occasionally glancing at the self-operating garden, unmoved by the withering, flourishing, dying, and dying of the plants within.

The blood shed by the human and demon races for this was, in His eyes...

Would you care about the life or death of an ant on your feet? (Do you remember how many slices of bread you've eaten?)