I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

The next moment, Mingxian transformed into a gust of wind and disappeared from the conference room.

……

A gentle breeze swept through the Demon King's lair.

In this luxurious villa that looks like just the top floor of an ordinary building, an old man is leisurely resting on an exquisite chair on the rooftop.

Before him was a shimmering swimming pool.

The old man sat leisurely with his legs crossed, toying with a yellowed letter in his hand. He exuded an aura of awe, like an ancient sage quietly observing the world.

Beneath the old man's broad forehead were a pair of deep-set eyes, which gleamed with wisdom. His face was so pale it was almost transparent, making one involuntarily think of those learned and erudite scholars.

Her silver hair was meticulously combed, and even her chin was neatly trimmed.

He looks like a knowledgeable old professor.

But it is precisely because of him that this place can be called "the Demon King's lair".

Because this old man was none other than the most undisputed demon king in the world—Sasha de Jansdar Voban.

The oldest godslayer in this era of World 235.

Godslayers are born in war and die in war.

Just as Pandora said, most godslayers are short-lived. After they are born, they will die in battle one day.

And Vauban had lived for over three hundred years.

After more than three hundred years of fighting with gods, he still survived.

"Oh, what an interesting tactic."

Voban’s deep voice held a hint of amusement as he raised his unusually pale green eyes, as if they could see into the most hidden corners of the world.

At that moment, the surrounding wind seemed to stand still, and time seemed to freeze.

He was transformed into a boy.

Mingxian looked at Voban and then introduced himself.

“Mingxian, I have already had Kranichal inform you of this visit.”

Voban nodded slightly: "Quite young, but then again, I was about your age when I became king. My young kin, what brings you here?"

“I’m helping people find jobs,” Mingxian explained. “Not long ago, I was in world 608, which is far away from world 235, waiting for my opponent to be resurrected.”

"I met a very interesting person, but my company is not a good fit for this employee."

"I think your place is quite suitable, Marquis, so I'm going to shamelessly introduce you to it."

Upon hearing this, Voban paused for a moment.

In the more than three hundred years he had dealt with god-slayers and gods, the number of things that could surprise him was very limited.

Now, it's one of them.

“You said something very interesting. Could you explain what World 235 is and what World 608 is?” Voban asked with great interest.

Mingxian nodded slightly and explained, "This universe contains countless parallel worlds with different histories."

"A world where Jesus Christ was not crucified; a world attacked by aliens during World War II; a world where Vlad III became a real vampire and a demon king who ruled all of Europe and the Ottoman Empire; a world where the Frankish Kingdom established by Charlemagne did not split and existed as a unified empire; a world where the Yellow Turban Rebellion was completely successful at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, giving rise to a regime centered on the Yellow Turban leader; a world where Jesus became a rock musician; a world where the steam engine was invented in medieval Europe; a world where aliens who came in UFOs converted to Buddhism, and Calcutta became a spaceport."

"This form of existence of the world is called the 'multiverse'."

"No matter what kind of world it is, there is a value that fate recognizes, and human history is protected by corrective forces."

"In a small number of worlds, gods wander the earth due to certain circumstances."

"When gods come to earth, they need to separate their divine nature from the 'causal relationship' of mythology, the 'soul' formed in the realm of life and immortality, and the 'body' constructed by the mythology that spreads on earth."

"It's a coincidence that both my world 492 and this world 235 have all three of these things."

Voban struggled to process these words.

Suddenly, he felt his heartbeat become more energetic.

The long, tedious, and boring experience seemed to gradually dissipate.

Voban was a man of wide-ranging experience, having lived in different countries and regions, and the gods he killed came from different mythologies.

However, no matter which way you go, the world is only so big.

Besides the earth, there is only the Netherworld.

However, both places made him lose his enthusiasm.

Now a much broader picture has emerged.

How could anyone not be excited?

Voban couldn't help but smirk and said, "My world certainly doesn't lack these three things. A god has come to earth, and perhaps that will become the opportunity for another god to descend."

"Moreover, there are so many destitute gods who have abandoned their bodies and secluded themselves in the underworld."

"A magician who has attained the wisdom of the gods writes down the grimoire of that wisdom..."

This is the "cause and condition" for the appearance of the god who does not follow.

As for the "soul".

Voban laughed and said, "The realm of life and immortality that allows the souls of gods to take shape—this world is truly bustling and extraordinary, and could even form vast territories."

“My place is a desert,” Mingxian said with a smile. “It’s not as lively as yours, but it’s peaceful, which is good.”

"It's just that when people have too much free time, they inevitably want to go out for a walk."

"During my duel outside, I happened to meet a scientist who gave me some inspiration and even wanted to recruit him. However, he is not a suitable employee for me, so I would like to introduce him to you."

With that, Mingxian threw out a steel badge.

Zheng!

A light shone, the zither resonated, and an old man appeared between the two.

Barutoshik was in a daze, only remembering that everything went black before his eyes, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. When he came to his senses, he was already in the rooftop garden.

“This Ladislev Barutosik has an exceptional mind, but he’s bound by the world he lives in,” Mingxian said as if introducing a job. “If you’re willing to stay by my side and train him properly, he could probably achieve something in the mystical field.”

Voban raised his eyes, looked at Barutosik, and then refused, saying, "He won't live for many more years."

"Does it matter?"

"Oh, it's really not important."

Voban instantly understood the meaning of the plucked string.

Old age and physical weakness are indeed unimportant; as long as the mind has value, Voban can accept this person.

Voban said bluntly, "I'm an impatient person, so I'll be frank: is your mind worth keeping?"

Bartošić pondered for a moment.

This old man, like Mingxian, is probably a person with divine powers. What exactly is my value to such a person?

Knowledge?

Mystery and science are completely different things.

Human science is nothing more than the study of the laws of the material world, while mystery is something built on incantations, and "incantations" are logical chains, energy that connects phenomena, matter, and concepts that have no connection.

Although there are certain patterns, those are domains that transcend one's own knowledge.

In other words, this is a field unrelated to one's own.

You must demonstrate value that makes the other party willing to nurture you...

Barutosik calmly said, "In my own world, through some methods, I have seen the scenery of adjacent parallel worlds, and it is also possible that he saw it."

"You have that value."

Voban smiled slightly, acknowledging Bartošik's value.

In the sky, dark clouds spread silently like ink, obscuring every ray of light from the heavens and shrouding the world in chaos and darkness.

The deep, long rumble, like the roar of an ancient beast, trembled every inch of air, foreshadowing the unleashing of nature's fury.

Rumble————!

A dazzling bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, striking Barutosik with precision and ruthlessness, instantly turning him into charred remains.

However, at this cruel moment, Voban's cold, iron-like voice cut through the thunderstorm's roar, deep and powerful: "Awake, as my servant."

Miraculously, Barutosik's charred body trembled slightly, and then he stood up straight, like a puppet controlled by invisible threads.

He stood there, his face deathly pale, his eyes empty and deep, like a soulless shell, detached from the world.

With his power—the Cage of Death's Servants—Voban transforms the lives he ends into eternal slaves. Whether human, divine beast, demon, or artificial being with a soul, all become living dead under this cruel power, forever subservient to his will.

Bartoshik's ascent was not only the end of his life, but also a silent surrender to overwhelming power, symbolizing the annihilation of all resistance and free will in the face of absolute power.

Mingxian asked leisurely, "How does it feel to become a living dead?"

"The old man can only say that his mind has become clearer," Barutoshik said, feeling his new body, this prison of the soul. He had no sensation, but his mind was very clear.

Marquis Voban waved his hand, as if to shoo them away: "Go to my library first, and I will find you a teacher later. All the dead servants are 'wolves' who have the courage to challenge me. Don't let me down, you 'dog'."

Barutoshik vanished from his spot in a flash and was transported to Voban's base camp.

Mingxian nodded slightly and said, "Now that the matter is resolved, I should go back."

"Wait a moment."

Woban called out to Mingxian, grinning, "Kid, since you've come all this way, how about a match?"

"While slowly searching for a way to reach parallel worlds is not a bad idea, aren't people like us more suited to direct plunder?"

"I haven't used it for a while either."

"I command in the name of the deity who imparts forbidden wisdom. Come, inscribe the grimoire of forbidden knowledge. Unleash the mystery from my will, and bring the wondrous to reality."

With the power of words, a huge book appeared beside Voban.

It was a black leather book, about the size of a ten-year-old child, with broad shoulders.

Voban slowly rose to his feet, his eyes gleaming.

"Could you please hand over the spells that allow us Godslayers to move between parallel worlds?"