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The Demon King's Castle, Erd.

The biting winter air cut through the castle walls like a knife.

Shortly after Celie left, a demon later known as "Glaosam the Miracle" hurriedly returned via the cold stone steps.

A thin layer of ice covered the stone steps, stretching upwards.

Just as he was about to step onto the last few steps, he suddenly stopped.

A tall, thin figure was already standing quietly at the top of the steps.

"There's no need to go any further. I already know why you've come, Graosaam."

The sound was as steady as a deep pool of still water, without a single ripple.

A black cloak covered his entire body, and the shadow cast by the wide hood completely swallowed his face, as if he were part of the darkness.

This person is "Shurahart," who possesses the magic to foresee the future.

Despite his youth, due to the unsolvable magical mechanism, he rose to become a demon whose status was second only to the Demon King.

—He was known in later generations as the "Omniscient One".

Graosamu raised his eyebrows, his brow furrowing.

The icy wind whipped his silver-gray hair. He stopped in his tracks, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, but then he remembered the magic the other person possessed and instantly understood.

"You saw the future again?"

Although the "Seven Sages" were below Shurahat in status, Graosamu spoke without any restraint.

After all, the hierarchy within the demon race is determined by strength.

"good."

Shurahart nodded slowly, his composed voice tinged with a hint of concern.

"I saw what you reported to His Majesty."

"The former Seven-Break King... was he actually killed?"

After a brief pause,

"I am deeply saddened. However, I have already informed His Majesty of this matter in advance."

His Majesty replied: "No need to worry about it."

The genuine heartache was fake; hypocrisy was practically ingrained in the very bones of every demon.

Grao's wasn't surprised; he would have made the same judgment in his place. But this time, the cause of death was different—

"What's different?" Shurahart interrupted his thoughts.

Raise your eyebrows and eyes, the magic starts again, and the future unfolds in your consciousness like a movie.

With his hands in his pockets, his coldness and imposing presence almost overflowed from his movements.

"Just because the one who killed Kono was a human?"

"Just because that human might become an obstacle to our invasion of the Central Continent in the future?"

"I told you, you don't need to go any further. I know everything, I've seen everything."

"He will die. Soon."

The magic of foreseeing the future can see scenes a thousand years in advance, and it has never been wrong in the past four hundred years.

This time will be no exception.

Graosamm's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed back the words that were already on the tip of his tongue.

Immediately, the hesitation in his eyes turned into a secret joy.

Will I die? Great!

It was out of caution that he rushed to the Demon King's Castle at the first opportunity.

In later generations, he changed his appearance more than once in order to survive, but unfortunately, in the original story, he still died due to an unknown event.

Exhale.

Shurahart's dark eyes remained calm as he continued to gaze down at them.

"So, if you have nothing else to do, go back."

"No matter how strong that human is, once he is dead, he can never pose any threat to us."

"Your primary task at present is to expand the demon race's territory in the northern continent and promote the prestige of our race."

The reason why the demons occupy the far north, "Erd," is so that they can invade southward and take over the entire world.

The reason for not choosing the far south is that the climate there is not as harsh as the far north, making it easier for humans to unite and launch a counterattack.

"..."

Graozam nodded slowly: "I understand."

Convinced of Shurahat's premonition, he took a deep breath, accepted the order, and calmly turned to leave.

Shurahart looked in the direction he had disappeared and turned around as well, but just in case, he used magic again at that moment.

Countless images flashed through his mind like shooting stars. Half a month later, the scene of the so-called "hero's" fall clearly emerged, making him nod in satisfaction.

"hero?"

He murmured, stepping toward the castle. Snowflakes landed on his shoulders, quickly melting into water droplets. "It's just killing a deserter."

"A unified empire... will ultimately be His Majesty's possession."

The demons are unstoppable. If not for their fear of the goddess… humanity would be wiped out in four hundred years.

Unfortunately, they were repelled by the church... Those elves were also a problem.

Recalling the image of the golden-haired elf "Seria" from his prophecy, Shurahat suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He reached out and pushed open the heavy iron gate of the castle. The hinges creaked open with a long, drawn-out sound. He thought to himself:

"To be able to injure His Majesty in the future, she must be the strongest person on these three continents."

"My magic failed to detect her before; I must find an opportunity to eliminate her..."

Moreover, he suddenly realized that elves possessed an overwhelming advantage over demons—

Eternal lifespan.

Unlike the demons who will eventually grow old, the elves' magic accumulates over endless years, with almost no upper limit.

Therefore... "We must not let them get away."

The object of his attention quietly shifted from "her" to "them." Shurahart's eyes were sharp as ice, and he stepped firmly into the darkness deep within the castle, his mind made up.

The genocide plan should begin now.

Along the far north, slaughter all the elves in the way.

Although it may take a hundred years, it is a grand plan that will affect the future of the demon race for a thousand years, and no one can afford to be negligent...

I will report to His Majesty first.

He disappeared into the shadows at the end of the corridor in a few steps, his figure completely swallowed by the silence.

……

Meanwhile, Gu Yuan, whom the demons believed would not live more than a few days, was leisurely dissecting a wild boar by a river covered with thin ice.

The willows on the bank are hung with glistening icicles, which gently collide in the wind, making a soft, clear sound.

Gu Yuan held a silver dagger and easily cut the wild boar into perfectly sized steaks.

Milie Alde stood quietly to the side, softly praising the dagger as truly amazing.

Four days have passed since they left that city, and they will arrive in the capital in about a week.

I thought the journey would be smooth sailing, with most wild animals lying dormant in winter, but who knew...

Without even using magic, Gu Yuan drew his magic sword and casually slapped the five-ton wild boar charging towards him, sending it flying.

The commotion was so great that the earth shook and mountains trembled.

As Gu Yuan placed the ribs one by one on the grill, the oil gradually seeped out, and the enticing aroma quickly filled the air. Millie Alde sniffed.

Gu Yuan wiped the dagger clean—the one capable of dissolving any food—and sheathed it at his waist. He turned and said:

"I'll probably have to leave after this meal and will be back tonight."

"By the way, could you please keep my backpack safe for me?"

The backpack was stuffed with contraband that shouldn't be discovered in the real world.

He needs to go back and upgrade his equipment, such as tungsten steel balls.

Hardness alone is not enough; thorns must also be added.