Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 230 Doro's Decision

After giving the maid a stern talking-to, Doro entered the world of the dead through a portal.

“Your Majesty the One!” Roland bowed respectfully to Doro. “I have prepared your favorite tea of ​​lies.”

After Roland and Elf became the rulers of the world of the dead, they began to make some changes to it. This also benefited the "virtual world" that Moh had created as a battlefield. That world only served as a battlefield once, and was then absorbed and utilized by the world of the dead like nutrients.

Therefore, some special things began to emerge in this world, but they could not be called life.

The Tea of ​​Delusions is just like that; it's a leaf-like substance formed from jumbled thoughts. Roland and Elf processed it, turning it into something similar to tea leaves. Each sip brings a different emotional experience. Doro has recently taken a liking to it.

"Where is Elph?"

“My sister has gone to inspect the world of the dead. Now that she has become the symbol of the world of the dead, we naturally need to take care of everything. In order to prevent the birth of the kind of spirit entities that existed before, we conduct regular inspections. Those things would disrupt the operation of the world of the dead.” Roland explained Elf’s whereabouts. “But you can wait a little while. My sister knew you would come, so she asked me to receive you first, and then she will come back.”

Doro nodded and, together with Roland, entered a crystal palace. Here, colorful teas were laid out. Doro sat in a crystal chair, his gaze sweeping over the various landscapes of the world of the dead: "You said, the shattering of the Void Realm, becoming nourishment for the world of the dead, was this something that Moh had anticipated? Did she intend to use the world of the dead to complete some kind of scheme against me?"

Roland sat down opposite Doro: "That's not something we can know. Although we've become a symbol of the world of the dead, Miss Mohe said we have the potential to move into your realm. But even a one percent chance is possible, and a one-thousandth chance is possible—we are still too far away from you to reach you, so we can't sense whether there's some kind of conspiracy involved."

She was quite honest. In fact, compared to Elf, Elf's younger sister seemed much quieter. This girl always appeared calm and unhurried, and she didn't seem to be flustered by anything. This was a good quality, and Doro thought highly of her.

"I understand. May I ask one more question? According to your estimates, how long would it take if only humans remained as the sole intelligent species in this world?"

"According to my sister's and my investigation and statistics, although the data is not very clear yet, after calculation, we found that this time will be at least another 10,000 years. The process of all races dying and then becoming human is a gradual process. Moreover, the world and nature itself are still giving birth to those races. This data is based on the assumption that you are still the only king."

Doro paused for a moment, then said, "What if a large-scale war breaks out in this world?"

Roland looked at Doro with a puzzled expression: "But, Your Majesty, the One King, with you here, why would there be a war? Didn't you ascend to the throne of the One King for the sake of world peace, stopping the world's struggles? Now, if there is to be a large-scale war, it can only be..."

It could only have been instigated by Doro.

but……

"Whom do you intend to wage war against? Angels? Or perhaps, the dead?"

To Roland's astute thoughts, Doro simply shook his head: "It's not that I want to start a war, but the outbreak of war is almost unstoppable unless I sit in this position forever. Do you think I will sit on the throne forever?"

“You won’t, Your Majesty. You are suffering because of this position. If you don’t leave in time, you will become the biggest problem in the world.” Roland looked at Doro and said these words.

Doro put on a helpless expression: "But if I leave this position, the war will soon start again."

"This is probably something Miss Moher expected."

Doro took a sip of the tea of ​​falsehood, then slumped dejectedly onto the crystal table: "I think I can only hear the truth from you sisters. Those who love me, those who hate me, those who admire me, those who want to harm me—I'm not worried about these emotions, I'm just worried that they will make me unable to see myself clearly."

"My sister and I love you too."

"But you wouldn't lie to me. And putting your sister aside, your so-called love is clearly problematic, isn't it?"

Roland blinked: "But you just said we would tell the truth. Yet you said I was lying?"

"It's precisely because I know whether you're telling the truth or not that I'm saying you're telling the truth,"

"You are quite cunning... Is this a quality a king should possess?"

Doro nodded: "After I became the only king, I suddenly realized that all the struggles were actually me fighting with myself, my own hands fighting each other, the struggle between my impulsive thoughts and my restraint. Many times, I almost couldn't figure out what I was thinking."

A powerful ruler with absolute strength has a world under his rule, and no one can take power from him. His will will be carried out, and his orders will be executed. Therefore, the world revolves in his hands, and therefore, different opinions are his different emotions. For example, if a place is hit by a natural disaster, to what extent should he send people to deal with it? If another place is hit by a disaster, can he provide accurate and equal assistance?
In this process, Doro realized that he was fighting with himself.

The different emotions within oneself are in conflict with each other.

This caused him particular pain; this was not the life he wanted—but whether he wanted it or not was irrelevant. What mattered was that, as Roland and Dorothy said, if things continued this way, he would become the greatest calamity in the world. The souls born from his conflicting emotions would fight each other, and ultimately…

A long arc streaked across the distant sky as Elf, riding her undead unicorn, returned from the arc of light.

She approached the two of them: "You two look like you've been talking for a while now."

"Yes, sister, you're back a bit too late. His Majesty the One King has been waiting for quite some time."

"Sorry, Doro, I encountered one or two fully formed thought entities on the way," she explained, explaining her lateness. "You came here this time to discuss the war, right?"

Doro finally nodded: "Yes, I can no longer stay in this position, but once I leave, war will break out. So, I hope you can make more preparations. If all goes well, perhaps the process that the goddess expects will be faster."

Elf picked up the teacup that Doro had drunk from and took a sip herself: "Ah! It's bitter, the bitterness of hardship. I hate this taste."

She sighed, "So Luo, how do you plan to withdraw from this struggle? You can't just fake your death or something, can you? There's no life in this world that can kill you."

"Me? My reason for leaving is simple: to seek a higher realm. Although, as things stand now, it seems that only Mohe is constantly exploring that realm. After all, the world doesn't even know how to enter the realm that Mohe and I have reached." His expression was very complicated.

"Are you genuinely exploring, or are you just pretending?"

"of course it's true."

Is it possible for Doro to go even higher?
Elf sighed. "How are your children doing lately?" "I was talking about the children. Although I've tried very hard to make them love each other, they each carry the will of different people. As their father, I can't force them to change their will."

Elf gave her a "I thought so too" look: "Your philosophy is what it is, so there's not much to say. So, you're prepared for the children to fight each other and go to war?"

"Yes."

Doro finally gave this answer: "Even I have to admit that when all means and detours have lost their meaning, violence becomes the only way to solve the problem. This is the meaning of war—dialogue and mutual understanding cannot be the basis for stopping war. In fact, some wars are only necessary because of mutual understanding."

He became the sole king in an effort to stop wars in the world, but he was unable to truly stop his own children from fighting.

Doro is increasingly understanding what Moh had once said.

He is now in his late forties, approaching fifty. Although this is a short time in the face of Moher's long life, he can be called an "elder" as a human being.

"You should make more preparations!"

Doro sighed with such emotion.

……

"Brave, is your swordsmanship training finished for today?"

The wise king looked at his nine-year-old child and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

“Yes, Mother, Teacher A. Sion’s teaching is very rigorous, and I have learned a lot from him, but…”

"But what?"

"I always felt that my teacher didn't give me her all, or rather, she didn't really acknowledge me as her student—I think maybe others feel the same way," said Brave somewhat uneasily.

“I see, Brave. Your perception is keen, and your judgment is correct.” The wise king encouraged his child. “A. Hope will never truly consider anyone her student again. If your father hadn’t asked her, she would never have been your swordsmanship teacher.”

Brave seemed curious about this, but he quickly composed himself: "Mother, I've discovered that Christopher seems to have more talent in swordsmanship than I do. His sword is better than mine, even though he's younger than me and hasn't been training as long."

The wise king stroked Bref's head. Christopher was Rose's child. She pondered for a moment: "His mother was once known as the Second Hero and was also a disciple of A. Sion. So it's not surprising that he received some unique and special training. Swordsmanship is just one of the many things you need to learn. I want to see some real results from you, rather than comparing you with others. Your opponent is always yourself."

"I know, Mom."

Moh knew that Doro had made his decision; at most, another ten years would pass before Doro began to relinquish his power and allow these children to dictate some of the world's affairs.

This is something Moh has known for many years.

Similarly, she knew this meant her life was about to get tough. Ten years had passed, yet Doro's interest in her remained undiminished. Even if they did *that* kind of thing every day, surely he'd get tired of looking at her eventually? Besides, what hadn't he seen of her? Why was he still so persistent in pursuing her?

They already have so many children.

He had a harem of wives and concubines, yet he still had the audacity to tell me that he only loved me.

Mr. Doro has also become very bad now.

She had already conceded a step; Moh knew better than anyone that the proposal for Doro to become her king was a product of her own compromise. Yet, Doro still didn't trust her. Although Moh knew Doro was right, well…

She knew clearly that her final "struggle" with Doro was about to begin.

This isn't a life-or-death struggle, but a struggle about love.

Once Doro relinquishes his power and someone else takes it over, he will definitely begin to truly "conquer" him, making him submit not only physically, but also mentally and spiritually. Although Doro said nothing, Moh knew that Doro would do this. That's just how he is; once he's made up his mind, he won't change it, even if it's wrong. He's good at letting things go beyond his own thinking and rely on instinct.

So, in such a struggle, will there be a victor?

Moher thought it was probably not the case.

However, this was also his opportunity; Moh would certainly treat his child well. These things were perfect as a weapon to kill Doro.

"Luluan, Novi, you two are both here."

Moher greeted the two girls.

"Miss Moher, it's been a while since I've seen you. What have you been up to lately?"

Ten-year-old Vivian already seemed well-mannered and sensible, no longer the monster she used to be.

She calmly maintained a human demeanor.

"I just came to ask you about the progress of your Seed of Blessing."

"It's still not easy. It's too difficult to control."

(End of this chapter)