Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

"What exactly do you want to do?" A voice came with suppressed anger.

“What? Do what I have always done, protect this and all worlds.” Asmodeus’ face still had obvious contempt and mockery. As He spoke, a poisonous insect that was not afraid of the cold flew out of the mouth of this incarnation, “Make them run smoothly and perfectly in order.”

"Rapid environmental changes are part of the world, but changing in advance is not. So I'm here, doing the job you can't do."

"As before, as now, I help you deal with those sinful souls and the vile abyss of chaos - 'The first priority of order is to destroy chaos', and I do this better than anyone else."

"I thought you should be able to take some responsibility on yourselves, but now it seems that heaven is too beautiful. It is so beautiful that you have not made any progress at all."

"Don't make yourself sound like a savior, Asmodeus," another voice from the sky sounded, "What's your new conspiracy?"

"Conspiracy? I never had a conspiracy. If you don't believe me, I am willing to go with you and accept a few more trials. I am saving the world. Don't you see it? Don't you foresee what kind of disaster will be caused if it really explodes?"

"Natural disasters? Man-made disasters? Those are just a small part that is insignificant, just the drizzle before a hurricane makes landfall. This world is sandwiched between two systems, with existing or potential abyssal rifts scattered all over the place. Mortals have to do their best to fight against natural disasters, and add a little disgusting demon as a spice?"

"...You are right. Although we don't want to admit it, we have to thank you for this matter." The wind and snow subsided, and the green snow caused by the demon gradually disappeared. The six golden wings slightly revealed their presence in the sky, and soon retracted.

"So what do you want to do next?"

"What do you want to do?" The Lord of the Nine Hells asked instead of answering, "Keep waiting, wait until something is on fire and then go put it out? Just like before?"

"No...we are going to solve the problem at the source."

"Oh, you really dare to say that. We haven't found that guy for such a long time, and now you are confident again?"

"Judging from its unusual movements, its plan is close to success. We can't wait any longer. If we let that scoundrel succeed, it will be a disaster for everyone, including you."

"I don't think so. Tiamat should be held responsible for her negligence. I will not clean up her mess. The platinum dragon is also responsible."

Asmodeus looked down at the golden gem in his palm. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his lips. "But, you know, I have always been a public-spirited person. The movements of that lich have not escaped my sight. I also intend to kill it. It colluded with the abyss before it became a god. If I leave it alone, it will definitely be worse."

"However, I have a condition."

"'Just like before.'" Three female voices with different emotions rang out at the same time.

"Just like before. The plan is simple: use the living to rest the dead, use prosperity to crush the ruins, and use mortals to slay the dragon. I can reveal this plan to you, not missing any detail. But just like before-" The flames burned out in the air, revealing a contract that had been prepared long ago. The Grand Duke's tone became light and cheerful: "Come on, let's sign an agreement to ensure that the plan can be implemented smoothly, and after it is over, I can get the reward I deserve."

"You just mentioned words like 'responsibility', 'mission' and 'work'."

"I didn't mention 'obligation'. Work must be paid. You can't let me work for nothing, can you?"

"...If it weren't for the fact that your job is so difficult to take over, I would have wanted to declare war on you and sink you and your ugly territory together."

"And then what? Allow the ugliness of the mortal world and the darkness of the abyss to erode your lovely little kingdom of God?" Asmodeus laughed, as if he had heard some absurd joke. "You guys! If you really had such courage, this endless universe would have reached its ideal operating state long ago!"

"That's the ideal state you want," a pair of eyes stared at the Grand Duke, but could do nothing, "We will not let you get your wish, absolutely not."

"Whatever you say," a ball of fire rose from the devil's feet and quickly engulfed him, "I have long given up on you, but it doesn't matter. I will continue to move towards my goal."

"As for you, please continue to exercise your pitiful mercy. Although it cannot save anyone, the illusion it creates is still somewhat useful..."

In the Ninth Layer of Hell, Nessus, the supreme ruler, returned to his loyal territory. However, those who were here at the moment were not only his most trusted believers and counselors, but also a unique succubus who was summoned here to obey his arrangements.

"Father," Gracia had to observe etiquette in front of the Lord of the Nine Hells—even if he was just an incarnation—"Did They agree to this?"

"Do you think they have a choice?" Asmodeus threw the golden gem in his hand to his daughter. "'Kindness' is the most useless thing, but it is also the best handle. As long as they still care about those creatures who have never even heard of their names, they will have to hand over other matters to the guys they fear and hate."

"The seal is already in danger, the abyss is more active, and there are future threats following closely - and all of this is exactly what I want. Those guys are slow to respond to the crisis not because of inefficiency, but because they find it difficult to carry out necessary evil."

“But we are different.” The Lord of Hell’s deep eyes penetrated the barriers of time and space and stared at a certain scene. After a moment, He retracted his gaze. “Go, according to my previous plan, you will eventually get the soul and loyalty of that mortal as you wish.”

"Some will die, some will be reborn... Some will get what they want, some will die, but in the end, I will get everything, and my world will also get everything. Gracia, follow me, you will never be disappointed."

"I have always believed this," Gracia lowered her head. Perhaps only they, the "father and daughter", knew how true or false she was saying. "But father, you have entrusted this matter to me, so you..."

"The battle report sent back by Zariel is not optimistic. The rapid advancement of the front line has brought unprecedented losses. I need some new capable generals, such as a few demigods." (End of this chapter)