The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Baimon, however, ignored Baal's anger.

His gaze fell upon Guan Jinyue once again, and for the last time.

"I can help you fulfill your contract."

Baimon continued, "What Baal can give you, I can also give you. What he can't give you, I can also give you regarding space and time."

"Come with me, and I will take you to places you can't even imagine right now."

The pressure of the entire space instantly shifted onto Guan Jinyue alone.

Her cold, hard face revealed no emotion, but Chen Guan noticed that the fingertips of her hand, hanging at her side, were trembling slightly and uncontrollably.

Guan Jinyue stood motionless, deep in thought.

Chen Guan could see clearly that this woman was indeed weighing the pros and cons. Her pure black eyes swept back and forth between Baal and Baimon, her calmness was abnormal.

This is not acting.

Chen Guan felt as if his heart was being gripped by an icy hand, and he found himself somewhat nervous.

After all, he was a temporary teammate. If he was poached by someone else, will we still be able to team up and fight monsters happily in the future?

He might get killed on the spot by the middle Baal who just evolved from the little Baal.

"Hehehe."

Baal suddenly laughed, breaking the deathly silence.

"Little girl, have you thought it through?"

His tone was flippant, with that familiar nonchalance: "Such an opportunity is rare. One of the Four Pillars poaching someone right in front of another—if word got out, it would cause an uproar throughout the entire Demon Realm."

He spoke casually, but Chen Guan could feel the hand resting on his shoulder, the temperature at the fingertips gradually cooling down.

Guan Jinyue finally made a move.

She raised her eyes, her obsidian-like pupils taking one last look at Baimon, before fixing her gaze on Baal's young and arrogant face.

"High compatibility doesn't mean anything."

Her voice rang out, as cold as ever: "I know nothing about you."

This was said to Baimon.

Baimon was not angry; his expression remained unchanged as he listened quietly.

Guan Jinyue paused for a moment, her gaze still fixed on Baal.

"At least Baal," she said slowly, "I know what kind of thing He is."

The words fell.

Chen Guan felt the rock-hard body beside him instantly relax.

An undisguised, almost ecstatic heat emanated from Him, an unprecedented heat that made Chen Guan's mind go blank.

In Baimon's golden, clock-shaped eyes, Guan Jinyue's indifferent face was reflected.

"it is good."

There was no entanglement, no threats, and not a single further question.

The demon god who controlled time and space calmly accepted the outcome.

He turned around and walked towards the spatial rift, the hem of his dark gray trench coat sweeping across the ground as he rode away.

Just as his figure was about to be swallowed by darkness, Baal's laughter could no longer be suppressed.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

The laughter echoed wildly in the underground space, unrestrained, arrogant, and full of the victor's boastful pride.

Baimon's figure vanished, and the spatial rift closed silently, as if it had never existed.

"Did you hear that, kid?"

Baal slapped Chen Guan on the back, so hard that he almost coughed up his lungs.

"She said she knew what Lord Baal was."

He emphasized the word "things" and his tone was almost overflowing with pleasure.

He looked down at the half-dead coffin in his arms, and the burning passion in his purple-gold eyes, the kind he only showed when he was watching something amusing, was rekindled.

"Even though it feels like they're secretly criticizing me, their judgment is spot on, isn't it?"

"Unlike some wooden figures wearing clock faces, who don't even know what they are."

Chen Guan didn't even have the strength to respond; all he wanted to do was rest.

Oh no, he himself is the one who's about to be slapped to death by Zhongbaer.

……

Human world, Dragon Kingdom, Demon Realm Monitoring and Command Center.

This place belongs to the council and is specifically responsible for monitoring the demon realm using a seal left over from a hundred years ago.

Liu Wei, the newly hired operator, yawned, rubbed his sore eyes, picked up the now-cold coffee on the table, and took a sip.

On the wall, a huge curved screen that occupied the entire wall was divided into hundreds of data windows, with countless green data streams scrolling smoothly upwards, representing the unchanging peace of the first forty levels of the Demon Realm.

For them, as long as these data streams don't turn a glaring red, it means it's another peaceful night on the surface.

As for the four layers behind, they belong to the territory of the Supreme Four Pillars. It's normal for conflicts to break out occasionally. Little Red isn't really a Red, so there's nothing to worry about.

As it was almost time to hand over his shift, Liu Wei breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in his chair, and planned to go out for a late-night snack after his shift ended.

Just then, at the bottom of the screen he was monitoring, a gray data window marked as being in deep hibernation flashed inconspicuously.

A thin white line, barely a thread, jumped upwards by a tiny pixel from an absolutely stable baseline.

"Um?"

Liu Wei tensed up and leaned closer to the screen.

That window corresponds to the 44th floor of the Demon Realm, the City of Ashes.

An absolute forbidden zone marked as a dead zone in the archives, with no valid readings for a century.

"Probably a momentary error caused by sensor aging," he muttered to himself, reaching out to mark in his notebook: "Suspected signal drift on the 44th floor, awaiting inspection."

He had just finished writing when the white line started pulsating again.

This time it's not just a single pixel.

It suddenly shot up a little bit, then fell back down, the whole process taking less than half a second.

Liu Wei's heart skipped a beat.

The person next to him also noticed something was wrong, turned their head, and looked over through their glasses: "What's wrong?"

"Sister Lin, look..."

Before Liu Wei could finish speaking, the smooth baseline in the gray window vanished instantly.

Instead, there is a thick, red line pointing vertically upwards.

It was like a red-hot branding iron, irrationally piercing through the yellow upper limit representing warning on the screen, and then the orange upper limit representing danger.

Finally, it crashed hard into the highest red threshold, which represents disaster.

hum!

The piercing buzzing shattered the silence of the entire command center.

It was no longer an anomaly in a single window; on the curved main screen, more than a third of the data stream turned from green to red within a second.

All the monitoring windows representing the deepest areas of the Demon Realm were completely overwhelmed by a virus, with the data skyrocketing in red.

"Alarm! Alarm!"

The cold, synthesized voice echoed in the hall, mixed with the gasps of the operators.

Liu Wei's face was deathly pale. His hands were on the keyboard, but his fingertips were trembling, and his mind was blank.

Since he joined the company, he has never seen a scene of all lines turning red, let alone an orange alert, except in simulated exercises.

"Calm down, everyone."

The voice of Sister Lin had risen, and although her expression remained calm, the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her true feelings.