In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

In the dim sky, a full moon was obscured by shadows, while an ancient gray castle stood atop a strange cliff.

A disheveled figure darted into the castle with a whoosh, startling the bats in the darkness.

"Cough cough... I'm finally back. Hmm, the power of that sword strike was terrifying."

Laplace lay weakly in the chair, one hand tightly covering his empty arm.

stepping on

Tread-

Steady footsteps sounded from outside the room. Laplace clearly knew who it was, his face, covered by a clown mask, remained expressionless.

creak

The door creaked open and was slowly pushed open a crack.

A figure dressed in an elegant white suit gradually emerged. This person was tall and slender, elegant and confident, but his face revealed a sinister and cunning expression.

His eyes were cold and sharp, seemingly able to see through everything, yet also as if concealing endless schemes and plots. His formal attire was impeccably tailored, made of high-quality fabric, highlighting his status and position.

However, the corners of this person's mouth were always slightly upturned, carrying a sly smile that made people wary.

"Oh, Laplace, you're back. Why did the plan in the Great Forest of Jura fail, and what about Krumitt too..."

It was none other than the Demon King Clayman who arrived. He had noticed Laplace as soon as she entered the castle, which was why he came, though more importantly, to inquire about the situation.

But when Kleiman saw Laplace's face clearly, he immediately stopped talking, and his expression turned extremely ugly.

He strode forward and began to check on Laplace's injuries.

"Laplace, you're injured? Who injured you? Did one of the other demon lords intervene?"

Laplace saw the concerned look in Kleiman's eyes, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, Kleiman, I'm actually not too badly hurt, it's just a pity I'm afraid I can't help you with that plan..."

Kleiman saw that Laplace's face didn't seem to be lying, but he still couldn't help pointing to his empty arm.

"But your arm..."

Laplace waved his hand dismissively.

"I was struck by a very powerful slash, and the attack had a special corrosive property, so my [Self-Regeneration] is temporarily disabled."

His tone was slightly relaxed, but with Kleiman's intelligence, how could he not see that Laplace was putting on a brave face?

"Laplace, tell me who hurt you. We, the members of the Mediocre Jokers, will never let him get away with this."

Kleiman's tone was sinister, and even carried a malicious undertone.

"I don't know her either. I only know that she is an extremely powerful ice elf, possibly related to the Elf Queen... but that's just my guess."

"Don't worry about my business. I'll go back and ask the boss to treat this little injury."

Laplace lay motionless in the chair, his brow furrowed.

"Hmm... Ice Elf? An elf?"

Kleiman looked a little confused.

"Well, Kleiman, I'll be leaving soon. You've gotten involved in the affairs of the Jura Great Forest, and it's very dangerous there now."

"And didn't Krumit die there too?"

When the news of Krumitt's death came up, Kleiman pulled out a crystal.

Some magic was infused into the crystal, causing it to glow with a faint blue light. The images displayed on it were the last few moments before Krumit's death.

Kleiman's gaze was fixed on the ice giant that had emerged from the crystal, along with several demons estimated to be at least A-rank...

"That ice giant... is probably the largest monster I've ever seen besides dragons."

"Were there any reports of such monsters in the Jura Forest before?"

Kleiman's eyes seemed to devour people, and a cold glint flashed within them.

As Laplace looked at the image on the crystal before him, he silently mourned for Krumitt.

"Oh, of course I ran too fast. I'm really sorry I didn't let you know, buddy. You died such a tragic death."

When Laplace saw the ice giant in the image, he fell silent.

"Could this be the work of that ice sprite?"

He still remembers what the ice elf said back then, and how she knew so much about their Mediocre Clown Gang. It's terrifying to think about it now.

"Who exactly is he... I need to report this to the boss."

Moreover, given his current injuries, he could only go back to find his boss and report the intelligence he had gathered. But what worried him most was Kleiman.

Laplace looked at Kleiman, who had a gloomy face, with a serious expression.

"Kleiman, I need to go back to headquarters first. Remember, do not meddle in the Jura Great Forest, and it's best not to provoke that ice spirit. He is not someone you can handle."

Kleiman felt slightly annoyed upon hearing Laplace's warning.

"Laplace, I know what I'm doing. You should go back and get treatment first."

Laplace wasn't sure if Kleiman had listened to him, but he hoped he had. Lately, since becoming the Demon King, Kleiman's actions had become increasingly unscrupulous.

"By the way, the information I got from that merchant from the Eastern Empire last time... the strongest hero's relic, hehe."

Kleiman looked at Laplace, whose expression was strange, with a puzzled expression.

"So, do you have any leads?"

Kleiman still coveted that legendary relic, as he had heard that possessing it could rival the Demon King.

Laplace stood up from his chair and shook his head at Kleiman.

"No, I've searched almost the entire forest, but I couldn't find it. I think you should just kill that merchant who sold the fake news!"

"After all, the fewer people who know this news, the better..."

Kleiman pondered for a moment, then understood Laplace's meaning, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"it is good."

Before leaving, Laplace patted Kleiman on the shoulder and gave him another serious reminder.

"Kleiman, behave yourself while I'm gone. Remember what I said."

Seeing Kleiman nod, Laplace released his grip, a black magic circle appeared beneath his feet, and he disappeared into it.

Kleiman stared blankly at the spot where Laplace had left, a final flicker of bloodshot appearing in his eyes.

"Laplace, I am now the Demon King, the invincible Demon King! They should be the ones who are afraid..."

"Don't worry, I'll make that ice sprite who hurt you pay the price."

Before long, a demon knelt respectfully before Kleiman.

Kleiman glanced down at the demon on the ground.

"Go, send invitations to those demon lords, saying that I am inviting them in the name of Demon Lord Clayman to discuss the failure of the demon lord gestation plan."

"Yes, Master."

Watching the demon's departing figure, Kleiman poured himself a glass of red wine and took a small sip.

A cold smile lingered on his lips.

"As a wise demon lord, why would I personally take action... Haha..."

(Demon Lord Milim is coming! Look forward to her clash with Granstas! What kind of expression will Milim have when she looks at Ramiris? (*´I`*))