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

Gransta's mouth moved as he murmured, "I'm already its master?"

"Yes, ever since you were successfully given the name, it has become another ultimate ability of your wisdom."

"Alright." Gransta smiled wryly. He was a pure elf, yet he possessed such an evil ability.

It seems I can't show this ability to others anymore; I'll have to use it secretly or change my identity.

Just as Granstas was thinking this, he discovered something strange: where the heart of Clayman's body had been, a glowing object had appeared on the previously empty ground.

Before he could even finish his question, Ether had already begun to explain.

"SS-rank material, Demon King's Heart... If used to craft potions, it may grant dark attribute abilities and mind control skills..."

Gransta saw that it was a good item and immediately added it to his material library. He planned to use it to cultivate another potential Demon King sequence when he found suitable materials later.

It's now confirmed that Xue'er is Sequence Two, so the Dark Emperor will be Sequence Three in the future. As for Sequence Four after that...

There are no clues yet, no materials, and no suitable candidates.

It seems that once things settle down here, he'll have to go out for a while.

Otherwise, where would he get his material?

Granstas's gaze fell on Clayman's corpse again. As the Demon Lord who died the fastest in the entire story, he had to make full use of him.

"Ether, could you turn him into a puppet?"

"Yes, but it's impossible to restore all of their abilities from when they were alive."

"That face is enough." Granstad nodded. He had made Clayman into a puppet for another purpose.

"Let's begin."

"Defining...preserving the original appearance and aura, analyzing behavioral memories, building a blank personality..."

"....."

Not long after, the corpse in front of Gransta stood up straight, which looked very strange.

Gransta looked the puppet up and down and nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, just the expression is a bit stiff."

However, it can be trained later.

"From now on, you'll still be called Klayman. Now go to the side and keep watch."

The puppet, Kreman, turned around and walked towards the corner.

Now that Clayman's corpse has been used up, it's time to try creating a god.

"Let's begin."

"Um."

The world before Granstad's eyes underwent a series of changes; he was still in the same place, but the scenery he saw had completely changed.

Before him, a string of unknown symbols swept by, with three phantom figures displayed at the top, corresponding to Sequence One through Sequence Three respectively.

Now, apart from his phantom, which is completely solid, the other two are dim, with Sequence Three being the dimmest, indicating that it has not yet fully grown.

"Check Xue'er's attributes."

"Received...Unfolding..."

Ether's voice came through, and Gransta's perspective had already shifted to Xue'er, where a string of information appeared.

Race: Companion Elf

Strength: Demon King

Special abilities: Transformation between reality and illusion, Grand Spirit Magic, all-elemental magic, physical immunity...

"Synopsis: An elf born from the symbiotic relationship with the Elf Throne, originally a candidate for the next Elf Queen to conceive on her own, but was born prematurely due to special circumstances..."

.......

Granstamo stroked his chin. "It still feels like something's missing. Xue'er can use most of my ice-type abilities."

"Mind control...and the ability to rewrite time..."

Gransta muttered to himself, "If Cheryl could master these abilities, she would definitely be a smaller version of 'him'."

However, these kinds of rule-based abilities are evolved after awakening, and lineage monsters cannot learn them. But Xue'er is different, especially since she now possesses the ability to create gods...

"Ether, can Sheryl acquire my awakened abilities through the creation of a god?"

"Can."

After receiving a positive response, he began to take action.

"Ether, initiate the creation of a god. I grant you full access to the resource library and magic element. Create a potion suitable for Cher."

"Received. Note: Activating the God Creation requires all computing power. Ultimate abilities will be unavailable for a period of time."

"Um."

Gransta felt that he could stay here for a few days without any problem. By the time he came out, Benimaru and the others should be back from cleaning up the battlefield.

Perhaps... we could also consider training them into the next sequence.

First, train Xue'er. Then her combat strength will rise to another level. Then we can consider the next one.

........

Three days have passed.

In an elegant and unique attic, Salion, dressed in a light blue dress, leaned against the window, looking bored, her eyes occasionally glancing towards the direction of the ice sculpture castle.

"Hmph, that guy Granstad, leaving the Queen here, what's he up to hiding in there?"

Salion picked up the wine glass on the table and drank the fruit wine in one gulp, closing his eyes to savor the sweet aftertaste in his mouth.

Salion let out a slow breath, and his mood calmed down considerably.

"Tsk tsk... The special fruit wine here is quite good. I heard it was brewed by that drunkard Ramiris. I didn't realize that the girl had this skill in addition to playing around."

Salion put his glass on the table, his gaze involuntarily drifting back to that spot.

Actually, there were two other figures in the attic, but they didn't dare to speak too loudly and hid in a corner.

"Hey, Victor, His Majesty seems... to be in a bad mood."

Victor rolled his eyes. "Isn't that obvious? I'm not blind."

They had actually returned from the front lines with Benimaru and the others two days prior.

Upon hearing that their queen had arrived, they immediately rushed over to report for duty.

When Salion saw them, he only asked them a few simple questions and then ignored them.

Cromwell's eyes darted around a few times. In fact, he had already guessed His Majesty the Queen's state, but as a subordinate, he could not point it out directly.

If a reckless young man had taken the lead and drawn fire at this moment, they might not have had to suffer like this.

They've both been standing here for two days and two nights as punishment. Someone has to make the sacrifice, right?

"You mean...is Her Majesty something on her mind? Is it about the Duke?"

Victor thought for a moment, and if Her Majesty the Queen really had something on her mind, it could only be that Duke.

"Maybe." Viktor said calmly, then closed his eyes and continued standing.

Cromwell nudged him with his elbow. "As Her Majesty the Queen's disciple, how can you show no concern for your teacher?"

"Have you lived up to the Queen's years of nurturing and guidance?"

"I never imagined you could be such an ungrateful and ungrateful person..."

Viktor was about to explode in anger, but a barrage of accusations made him feel uneasy. Upon closer inspection, they did seem to make sense.

Viktor rubbed his nose, his shoulders slumped. "Cromwell, what do you suggest we do? You know I only know swords, nothing else."

Cromwell patted his chest and put his arm around Victor's shoulder. "Brother, as long as you trust me, I can definitely help the Queen solve her problems."

"What should I do?"

"It's simple. Go pour the Queen a glass of wine, and then ask her this..."

Upon hearing this, Viktor frowned even more deeply.

"Will this work?"

"Brother, trust me, there won't be any problems."