The hero's gender is yet to be determined after rebirth.

She couldn't see anything; she was wearing a cotton-padded coat, so there was really nothing to see... Lorenwei's attempt to deduce the situation from the neckline failed.

Soon, Meilan had resumed standing and carrying her bundles.

This detention room is unbearable; there isn't even a seat, so she just stood there.

The two of them felt awkward for a moment.

“My name is Loren, an apprentice mage from Zerou City.” Lorenwei gave part of her name, which sounded like a boy’s name, and was the name she planned to use when she appeared as a male at the academy.

When she gave her name to Baron Utz earlier, she didn't care at all and gave her real name. She just made up a random nickname for the girl in the cotton-padded jacket, Lanlan, and it turned out to be the correct nickname.

“Meilan, a farmer from the northern Master Mountains, um…” Meilan paused for a moment, then added, “I’m a human!”

No problem, I'm not embarrassed to say this anymore, I've practiced it hundreds of times.

Meilan encouraged herself. Flawless, flawless, absolutely flawless!

“…” Lorenwei looked her over again.

Someone else might have been very sensitive, but Lorenwei had insights from another world and didn't take it seriously at all.

With her open-mindedness, she treats even monster girls the same way!

"Haha, thank you for helping me get revenge today," Lorenwei said.

"Ok?"

"I almost got hit by a chicken... a chicken leg, could you throw it back for me?" Lorenwei almost said chicken bone again.

"That fat guy went too far!" Meilan snorted. "He... he actually..."

Lorenwei continued, "He didn't even finish the chicken leg before throwing it away!"

“That’s right!” Meilan nodded emphatically, her red ponytail bobbing with the movement. “Wasting food will get your tongue ripped out by the mountain monsters!”

Sure enough… Lorenwei thought to herself: Just as I thought, she absolutely wanted to take a bite out of it back then.

Having found common ground, they relaxed.

The two young men (one of whom was actually a virgin over thirty) sat down against the wall and started chatting, ignoring the cold ground.

But after only a few words, Meilan's beautiful eyebrows furrowed: "Strange, why do I feel so awkward looking at you? I've had this feeling before."

"Huh?" Lorenwei felt a little flustered.

Could she possibly sense the effects of the Weak Face Ring? No way!

"That's strange, have we met somewhere before? Or are you..." Meilan seemed to have made up her mind and clenched her small fist, "Don't move, I need to identify you!"

Meilan is about to unleash a talent skill possessed only by the kings among the high-level demon race: the Great Appraisal Technique!

Each Demon Lord possesses a unique innate skill. Meilan's skill allows her to determine a creature's current or past life's state.

Of course, it's impossible to make a complete assessment, but it can measure certain aspects relatively accurately. In particular, when demons use this skill, they can determine the victim's past or present life's killings.

This is said to be a skill from a demon in hell, originally used to determine the extent of suffering of the undead in hell.

While the skill isn't perfect, its accuracy is at least 99.99%. However, it's very limited in the number of times it can be used; it can only be used once a year.

"Don't move." Meilan suddenly reached out and touched Lorenwei's forehead.

Identify past lives' killings! The moment Meilan activated her skill, she defined the sensitive range of the identification.

The Demon Queen's intuition made her wonder if the person in front of her was the reborn Sword Saint Hero whom she had always wanted to take revenge on.

How many people did he kill in his past life? No, the key question is how many demons did he kill?

Assuming he was the sword saint and hero Mu Zhe in his previous life, he could definitely detect thousands or tens of thousands of demons, while killing very few humans.

Meilan guessed.

Lorenwei only felt a warm little hand on her forehead, but before she could react, the other person had already withdrawn it.

It lasts for an extremely short time and has no casting animation or recovery time, because this is the Demon King's innate skill.

"Huff huff huff—" Meilan was panting heavily, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

"Are you okay?"

“You, you are…” A panel of an appraisal report appeared in Meilan’s mind.

The identification is limited to data and does not include any additional information about the other party's past life.

[Analysis Results]

[A total of 1796764401 lives were lost due to the hands of their previous incarnations! Of these, 1796724343 were of human blood, 14511 were of demon blood, and the remainder were of other bloodlines.]

What? What? What?!

How can this be? !

Meilan was completely dumbfounded.

I've looked at it carefully in my mind several times; there's absolutely no mistake.

Nearly 18 billion lives! Died at the hands of his past life!

He... in his past life was...

After confirming that the data was correct, Meilan thought for a long time, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Lorenwei changed.

He killed nearly 18 billion humans in his previous life!

"Your Majesty the reincarnated Demon Emperor!" Meilan prostrated herself in reverence.

Chapter 022 You want me to forgive you? Then first...

Prostrate in awe?

Because they're somewhere between A and C!

This isn't about looking down on myself; it's just that the other party is incredibly capable.

When a demon king meets a demon emperor, he naturally feels reverence. This is even more true for His Majesty the Demon Emperor, who has slaughtered nearly 18 billion humans. He has no choice but to prostrate himself in worship.

Meilan believed in her innate skills, much like how humans believed that what emerged after pleasure would be white, not black.

"Huh?" Lorenwei was startled.

The girl in the cotton-padded jacket had previously seemed so naive and fearless, never showing any timidity even when facing a nobleman, despite being a farmer from the northern mountains. Why is she now kneeling before me in deference?

Seeing the girl kneeling respectfully with her hands clasped together and her legs pressed together, Lorenwei was so frightened that she stood up.

"What's wrong with you?"

If someone had done this to her when she was a hero a decade or two ago, she wouldn't have reacted so strongly. But having been treated like a little brat for over a decade, she was very uncomfortable with it.

Meilan, kneeling on the ground, said solemnly, "I was unaware that you are the reincarnation of the Demon Emperor. Please forgive me."

These were humble words that came to her instinctively; otherwise, someone who had never been to school wouldn't speak in such a literary manner.

Huh? Could it be that she misunderstood something? Or is she just possessed? Lorenwei wondered.

It was indeed a misunderstanding. Meilan's great appraisal skill wouldn't make a mistake on others, but it made a 0.01% error on Lorenwei.

It's not that it's completely wrong, but rather that it's included extremely small lives. How small? It's counting even tadpoles, which are invisible to the naked eye, as lives.

Therefore, in her previous life as Mu Zhe, Lorenwei's number of tadpoles that died on her hands was definitely close to 18 billion.

Of course, this is still a limited algorithm; it only considers deaths caused by the hands, not deaths caused elsewhere. And if it could be included, there might be dolls, cups, or something else... who knows?

However, given how pathetic Mu Zhe was in his previous life in another world, he couldn't afford a doll, but he could at least manage a cup.

"You don't need to kneel, just sit on the ground." Lorenwei felt a little embarrassed as she looked at Meilan lying on the ground.

"Yes, ma'am." Meilan sat down on the ground.

At this moment, although she was wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat, she was sitting on the ground with her legs naturally to the side, her arms moving around somewhat awkwardly, and she didn't dare to look up.

It looks like they're about to be disciplined! A wicked thought suddenly popped into Lorenwei's head.

"I...I'm sitting on the ground. What should I do now?" Meilan thought frantically. She hadn't expected him to be the reincarnation of the Demon Emperor. No wonder she felt uncomfortable around him; it was a kind of subservience.

It must be the glory of my demon king that makes me unwilling to submit, hence my discomfort. Meilan found the perfect explanation for her earlier intuition.

Lorenwei, however, was mentally playing various games, and tentatively asked, "If you want to forgive me, that's fine, but let's see your sincerity. How about you meow like a cat first?"

Cat, meow? His Majesty the Demon Emperor wants me to meow like a cat?

Meilan was stunned for a moment, not daring to look up, her heart filled with conflicting emotions.

Why meow like a cat? Does His Majesty the Demon Emperor have some deeper meaning? Yes, there must be, so I...

Meilan tried to open her mouth, but shame prevented her from making a sound.

I am a demon, the king of a high-ranking demon, and I must obey His Majesty the Demon Emperor's orders! Meilan kept forcing herself to obey.

Meilan trembled slightly, her face flushed crimson: "Meow~~"

Cute! Her red ponytail was trembling, like a coerced girl forced to do something immoral. Lorenwei felt a surge of pleasure.

But... does it seem like we went a bit too far?

Forget it, let her relax a bit, don't go too far.

“Not bad at meowing like a cat. Next, you’ll imitate a rooster’s crow,” Lorenwei commanded in a affected tone.

That tone reminded Melanie of Baron Utz from earlier.

He...he is the reincarnation of the Demon Emperor, I cannot disobey him. Meilan kept telling herself this.

What a pity. If only he weren't the reincarnation of the Demon Emperor, Grandma said I could make friends at the academy...

Meilan bit her lip and forced herself to open her mouth, saying, "Gurgle..."

"No, no." Hearing Meilan imitate a rooster's crow, Lorenwei almost burst out laughing, but thankfully she remembered that she was the one who should tell the rooster joke. "That's not how a rooster crows."

"Huh? Do you mean you want me to crow like a rooster?" Meilan recalled a rooster that Aunt Ross had owned in the village a few years ago. Later, when there wasn't enough food, Aunt Ross killed it and fed it to everyone.

"Of course not. Listen, this is how a chicken crows..."

Meilan raised her head and looked at His Majesty the Demon Emperor with a puzzled expression.

Lorenwei cleared her throat: "Grandpa~ come and have some fun!"

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