My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo made arrangements for everyone in a very short time.

As for the dwarves, he let Mad Mountain choose for himself.

If I want to go back to Ironforge to continue mining and forging, I can leave anytime.

He wanted to stay in the capital to retire, so he allocated a plot of land, built several large houses, and provided plenty of alcohol.

Kuangshan scratched his head for a long time, and finally said that half of the people should stay and help, while the other half should go back to work.

"We can't just eat without doing anything. Don't worry, my benefactor, the dwarf's hammer will always be there for you."

The people of Mingbei City have also settled down.

Those who wish to stay in the capital will be allocated housing and land.

For those who wanted to return to Mingbei City, Lin Mo allocated a sum of money to ensure they had enough to eat and wear.

Shi Qin was assigned to the newly established clinic to liaise with Liu Yishou.

Shi Hu stayed in the Imperial Guard, while Lai Hu patted his chest and said, "I think this kid is good."

Liu Yishou was appointed as the top alchemy master of the Alchemy Association.

When the old man heard the news, he was in the Ash Fortress laboratory working on a new drug.

He paused for a moment, then cursed, "This kid is always causing trouble for others."

But that very night, they packed their things and headed to the capital.

After all, Liu Yishou's earliest dream was to become the greatest alchemist in the Alchemy Association.

In this way, all medicine-making resources can be freely mobilized.

Laihu was sent to deal with churches in various places.

To be precise, it was to retrieve the fragments of Yin Xue's soul.

Laihu led a group of people, traveling from city to city.

Those who obey, hand over the fragments; the church will be temporarily closed.

As for those who don't obey...

They were to be 'directly suppressed' as Lin Mo had instructed.

Meanwhile, Hunter Axe had already taken the list of heroes and gone to "visit" them one by one.

It is said that the first person he visited was Zhou Xiaotian, who had married seventy wives in Moda City.

No one knows exactly what happened.

All that is known is that Zhou Xiaotian died tragically on the street the next day due to excessive indulgence in sex.

……

After everything was arranged, Lin Mo left behind a clone and sat on the throne to handle daily government affairs.

The clone was expressionless and spoke briefly, just like the real Lin Mo.

He Yuan was initially worried about being exposed, but later he discovered that the nobles couldn't tell the difference at all... or rather, they didn't dare to look closely.

The real Lin Mo left the capital quietly one morning.

It was still dark when he left.

Yin Xue sat on his shoulder, while Mian Mian nestled in his arms.

There was no ceremonial procession, no send-off.

……

Meanwhile, news of Lin Mo's exploits in the arena that day had already spread throughout the entire continent.

"Have you heard? That Lin Mo took care of three demigods from the God Realm."

"What's so special about that? He also snatched a demigod's soul from the gods and killed two divine messengers."

"Holy crap, isn't this like completely breaking ties with the divine realm?"

……

"This human has guts!"

"Fellow countrymen, why don't we join this man? We'll be part of the Demon King's army then!"

"That's right, joining early might just get you a Demon General title, and you could even go to the Holy Ancient Empire!"

……

From adventurers' guilds to bards, from ordinary people to monsters in the deep mountains.

Almost everyone was talking about Lin Mo.

The name swept across the entire continent in an instant.

……

The Holy Kingdom of the Tower.

King's capital.

Deep within the royal palace, in the Holy Kingdom of the Tower, lies the King, a middle-aged man who appears to be under 50, Saint Zefa.

He sat on that jewel-encrusted throne.

He held a copy of the latest intelligence from the Holy Ancient Empire in his hand.

He had already read it three times, and each time his brow furrowed even deeper.

Your Highness, a dozen or so ministers stood there, but none of them dared to speak.

"Lin Mo..."

Saint Zefa murmured the name, his voice carrying an indescribable complexity.

"Did he really kill those two divine messengers?"

"Absolutely true."

An elderly man in a dark blue robe stepped forward; he was the minister who had been sent to record the events that day.

He bowed in response.

"Our men saw it with their own eyes. One sword, one kill, clean and swift."

The main hall was deathly silent.

The Holy Kingdom of the Tower is different from the Holy Ancient Empire.

They are older, more devout, and have a deeper faith in the church.

In their eyes, the divine messenger is the spokesperson of the gods and a supreme being.

And now, someone killed the divine messenger and is still alive and well.

"This is blasphemy."

One of the ministers finally couldn't help but speak up.

"He must be disciplined!"

"Hmm, and then what? You're going to kill him?"

Another minister coldly retorted,

The first minister shut up.

Saint Zefa did not speak.

He simply looked at the intelligence report, at the description of Lin Mo.

Black swords, black robes, and a ghostly army.

And then there's that line, "Looks like I'm already the Demon King."

Saint Zefa smiled upon seeing this statement.

"The Demon King... He calls himself the Demon King."

"A self-proclaimed demon king is not a demon king."

"That's what the old man in the dark blue robe said."

"A true demon king must be certified by the divine realm. The last demon king, Yin Xue, was certified by the divine realm."

Saint Zefa raised his head and looked at him.

"What is the divine realm's attitude towards this matter?"

Everyone fell silent.

This is also what puzzles them: why the divine realm has not yet made a statement.

Lin Mo has not yet been designated as the Demon King, so that the heroes can go and defeat him.

Saint Zefa shook his head as he looked at everyone's reactions.

"Regardless of whether he becomes a demon king or not, the Holy Ancient Empire has just changed its emperor and its borders are vulnerable. We can take this opportunity to exert pressure and exchange resources. That's what we should do."

Everyone bowed in unison, saying, "Your Majesty is wise."

……

Spirit world.

The clouds churned beneath my feet, boundless and blindingly white.

In the distance, palaces stretched out in a continuous line, their golden roofs gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight.

There were figures moving between those buildings.

Some were dressed in white robes, some in golden armor, and some were just a blurry mass of light.

Each of them is a demigod.

Some were completely drunk in the pool of wine.

Some were engrossed in embracing several voluptuous saintesses.

Here, you don't have to worry about hunger or poverty; you can enjoy endless happiness.

Above these people's heads was a door.

The gate stood at the highest point of the clouds, dozens of feet tall.

It is light gold all over, with countless flowing patterns on its surface.

Upon closer inspection, the entire door is actually made of twilight stone!

All the demigods showed a hint of awe when they saw this door.

At this moment, in front of the door.

A white-robed divine messenger stood bowing, his head draped with a low curtain, obscuring his expression.

"Kami-sama."

His voice was soft, yet it carried far in this silent world.

"That Lin Mo killed the two messengers we sent. He called himself the Demon King, refused the divine decree, and even stole the soul of a demigod from us."

He paused for a moment, seemingly waiting for a response from behind the door.

Behind the door, all was silent.

"The empire has fallen into his hands, the church has been expelled, the churches have been closed, and he is collecting fragments of that demon king's soul. His next step may be to go to the dragons."

After another long silence, a very soft sound finally came from behind the door.

"Okay... I understand."