Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

“But in any case, your decision not to listen to that dog-donkey Beelzebub's nonsense was absolutely the right one,” Asmodeus said, looking at him.

“We and Lucifer are from Heaven, and although we are demons, we are ultimately different from Beelzebub.”

"He was the chief god of Canaan in the past, and he is not really on our side. He and the old man above him are definitely at odds, and he is always determined to do great things."

"If Lucifer is someone who occasionally comes out to cause trouble and get himself beaten, then He is someone who hides behind the scenes and stirs up his mess every day."

"So should I go to that Seven-Headed Serpent's Royal Court?" Tsugumi asked curiously, stroking her chin.

"Go if you want, but I don't think you have the time to argue with those demons." Asmodeus opened his mouth to eat the grapes that were fed to him, licked the girl's fingers, and lazily said amidst her coquettish reproach.

"I don't know why a bunch of guys always come out of the demons who try to do all this bullshit politics like humans, including you, all these companies and stuff, don't you find it troublesome?"

“The ruling institutions are there to make it easier for the rulers to manage—well, you’re right.” Tsugumi shrugged.

His establishment of Vox Technology was essentially aimed at increasing his media power and making it easier for him to gather resources. However, as Tsugumi's power grew, these considerations became irrelevant.

Moreover, the company has expanded to its current size, making it a mixed bag. Dongjiang is too lazy to go and read minds and arrest people one by one. In fact, when he is not around, a lot of the company's power has probably been distributed to others.

But does he care? Not at all. To be honest, once you have the ability to single-handedly destroy the entire world, you'll at most treat these troublesome little things like a monkey show.

"So you're planning to take over the world?" Asmodeus asked with interest.

"You intend to become their king?"

"No, I'm too lazy to do it."

Dongjiang spread his hands

"The thought of a king having to manage such trivial matters gives me a headache, but fortunately, I have some assistants in my abyss of the underworld who can help me. At least cleaning up the basic mess shouldn't be a problem."

So what do you plan to do?

"It's very simple," Tsugumi said lazily, pointing to the top of her head.

"Good people who accept my rule, just integrate them into the power grid, that's all. Those who don't accept, I don't care, but whatever—"

"Damn it, I absolutely have to try it at least once, I can't skip it!"

"Good, very energetic!" Asmodeus applauded him, then pointed to the bar entrance.

"Get out of my bar now! Don't disturb this depraved atmosphere, you greedy little bastard!!!"

Having said that, Tsurugi was driven out of the area, and then opened his eyes.

Emerging from the virtual world and returning to reality, Tsugumi had just opened her eyes when she heard a knock on the door, followed by the coquettish voice of her mistress from behind it.

"Master, Miss Shinomiya wishes to see you."

Just as Tsugumi said "Come in," Kasumigaoka Utaha pushed open the door. Dressed in a black secretary's uniform, she looked even more charming and alluring than she had a few months ago. She swayed her slender waist and plump figure, her beautiful eyes as clear as autumn water, exuding a seductive charm.

Although she was Tsurugi's secretary, she had recently become a world-renowned superstar.

Tsugumi kept her eyes straight ahead, seemingly having lost interest in her completely succubus-like secretary. Ignoring her alluring gaze, she smiled at the timidly entering Kaguya Shinomiya.

"I told you long ago you'd come looking for me sooner or later. So, are you planning to usurp the throne?"

Kaguya Shinomiya's pale face lingered on Tsugumi's face for a moment before she whispered...

"No, I... I came to tell you."

Someone is after you!

She clenched her fists, as if even betraying her father and brother, with whom she had never been close, was a tremendous psychological burden for her.

“Of course I know.” Tsugumi fiddled with the metronome on the table, smiling as she watched Kaguya Shinomiya’s hands sway back and forth.

"After all, your father had already submitted a written application for betrayal in advance. But your third brother's scheme was not told to me."

"So," he said, walking up behind Kaguya Shinomiya, grabbing her shoulders, and whispering in her ear in an ambiguous voice.

“I told you, you will be your father’s only heir.”

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This ordinary world holds no value for Dongjiang anymore.

Therefore, he no longer intends to play any childish capitalist games.

In terms of technology, it cannot compare to the Gundam world, nor can it match the Type-Moon universe in terms of fantasy elements, and there are better alternatives to provide it with increased media power.

However, this cyber world still holds considerable value for Tsugumi. At least so far, even the Gundam world doesn't possess this kind of technology that perfectly integrates the spirit and soul.

However, technology is not limited by region. Once the technology is obtained, the world itself has no necessary value to him.

But the most important point is still—

For Tsugumi, he already possessed the power to not only destroy the world but also to make everything here his own.

So there's no need to pretend anymore!

Although this makes some of his earlier preparations seem ridiculous and meaningless, let's just bring it all to the forefront!

Kaguya Shinomiya's warning pleased Tsugumi. Although he had decided to rule the world, the tentacles that could manage and handle some troublesome matters on his behalf still had value.

He would promise Kaguya Shinomiya that talent and will are worthless once she reaches a high position, as long as she is loyal enough.

One of the professions in the world that requires the least amount of specialized knowledge is leadership.

Kaguya Shinomiya seemed to realize what was about to happen, and she slightly opened her mouth in a pleading manner.

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Despite his expression, Tsugumi had already left the company building with a smile, leaving her with only one sentence.

"Tell your father to figure out how to deal with his son. As for him? Since he has already made this choice, I believe he has already come to his senses."

Tsugumi has always been very efficient. He left the company building and sped along the road in his luxury car, which he had hardly ever driven before.

Soon, he found a place he liked: a coffee shop.

As evening sunlight streamed through the café's floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm, golden dapples on the wooden floor. Tsurugi, a silver coffee spoon between his fingers, slowly stirred the dark brown liquid in his cup. Amidst the rising steam, he had changed back into his original attire.

The impeccably tailored navy blue suit, with its red-trimmed lapel and the WIFI logo on the shirt, perfectly complemented the look of the media devil. This outfit hadn't been worn for a long time since Tsugumi rarely used this devilish form.

After all, he was a brute at heart, and having gotten used to suppressing and destroying with absolute violence, he was really not used to going back to such a delicate posture.

Why not use the powerful type from the start?

Tsugumi picked up his coffee and took a sip. Bitter, slightly sour, with a hint of creamy milk foam on his tongue, then he frowned and pushed the coffee away. He really couldn't stand this scalding hot mud!

Aside from being used to appear artsy, you might as well just drink a cup of green tea!

As the last rays of sunlight were about to disappear completely in the evening, the glass door of the café was pushed open.

He didn't turn around, but he saw the figures of a man and a woman reflected in the metal coffee machine next to him. The man was in his fifties, tall, wearing a dark jacket, and his eyes quickly scanned the entire space before he pretended nothing was wrong. The woman was slightly shorter, with her gray hair neatly combed back, her hands clasped in front of her, her thumb unconsciously touching a ring.

Tsurugi's lips curled up slightly. He could have killed them in an instant, but that wouldn't have been interesting.

He was curious to see how these local practitioners of the mystical world, whom he had never encountered before, planned to deal with him.

The man and woman sat down near the door. They didn't order anything. The woman simply sat there quietly, gazing out the window, her lips moving slightly. The man, on the other hand, took out a small notebook from his pocket and began writing something in it, like an ordinary tourist recording his travel experiences.

But Tsurugi could hear the woman's lips moving, not breathing, but Latin. Extremely light, extremely fast, like a snake's tongue flickering in the air, she then pulled out several tape recorders and placed them in an inconspicuous corner, simultaneously playing the same sentence from before.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus…"

We banish you, all unclean spirits—well, you're a Christian exorcist.

That would make things even more interesting!

Tsurugi's smile grew even wider, and seemingly believing that Tsurugi's senses had been blocked, many shadows quickly gathered outside the door.

One, two, three. Men and women in casual clothes kept entering the café, and soon a considerable number of people had gathered.

Tsugumi also felt the time was right. He put down his coffee cup, which he had barely taken a few sips from, and leaned back in his chair, his posture as relaxed as a cat basking in the sun. His gaze finally turned to the couple.

The man named Ed Warren just happened to look up and meet his gaze.

For a moment, the air in the café seemed to freeze. Ed's eyes darted around, tense and trembling. His lips didn't move, but his hand made a gesture under the table—swiftly and discreetly.

People stood up from the seats all around the café.

A couple looking at the menu. A young person listening to music with headphones. An elderly person reading a newspaper. A mother pushing a stroller. They stood up, put down what they were doing, and slowly, silently gathered around Dongjiang's table.

Tsurugi's gaze swept past the twenty people and landed outside the window. A black van was parked across the street. The door opened, and figures in black robes filed out. Priests, bishops, a dozen or so, perhaps more. Leading them was an elderly man with white hair, holding a huge cross to his chest, which reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

"Please begin your performance."

Tsurugi's lazy voice broke the unspoken silence; like a judge on a talent show, he clapped his hands, signaling them to begin immediately.

"The evil spirits are gone!"

Ed stood up instantly, gripping the silver cross and letting out a roar. His wife, Rowling, followed closely behind, clutching a thick book, "The Book of Exorcism," its pages yellowed from repeated readings. Her face was solemn, her hands clasped together, and her lips moved slightly.

The remaining twenty-odd exorcists, dressed in uniform black uniforms and carrying holy water, salt, and relics, quickly occupied every corner of the café, forming a tight encirclement.

"Tsurugi, you impure demon of desire, posing as a human to lurk in the world and tempt all beings, today we will surely cast you back to hell!" Ed Warren raised the cross high, his voice booming.

"Wow, you guys even did a live stream?" Tsugumi glanced at the cameras on their clothes and laughed even more heartily.

"You are a demon born of desire, a sinner of the media and the desire for expression. Only through the gaze of everyone can your power be sealed!"

Ed held up the cross and spoke eloquently.

Tsurugi showed a very interested expression, and even went into some of the live streams to see what the comments were saying.

'What's this live stream about? A movie trailer?'

'Isn't that the boss of Vox Technology?!'

'Lord Vox! Our Lord, messenger of God, messenger of the angel Mammon!!!'

'Lord Mammon?? Lord Mammon?? Lord Mammon?? Lord Mammon?? Lord Mammon?? Lord Mammon??!'

'Lord Mammon, grant me wealth! I don't need much, just a million dollars will do!'

"I only want five hundred thousand dollars!"

"I...I...I'd be happy with just a thousand dollars!"

Seeing such bizarre comments, Tsurugi was stunned for a second before remembering that when she left last time, she had gotten carried away with her mischievousness and mentioned the name Mammon.

Hmm, no wonder. It seems that thousands of new religions about Mammon have sprung up among American Protestants in the last few months, and some people are even planning to revise the Bible.

He smiled happily and said, "Okay, let's keep going!"