I guarded Impel Down for a hundred years in the pirate world.

Do you have similar ideas to Ayato?

Only by restraining themselves and refraining from bullying the weak can the demon race have a future and hope?

She used to laugh at Ato for being childish and stupid, and didn't like him much. But ever since Ato died in such an absurd way, Yana realized that she actually missed him.

Ayato was more pure and more idealistic than her.

She asked, "Ancestor Yifu, according to you, your children were all made into Devil Fruits, and you suffered personally. What is your view on Devil Fruit users? Can you tolerate their existence?"

"We cannot tolerate it, but we must endure it," Figo replied. "At least until we defeat the Celestial Dragons, we are powerless to pursue those with superpowers scattered throughout the starry sky."

Is that so? Yana was silent for a moment.

“It’s not that easy to do, but I understand your thoughts, Ancestor Yi Fu.”

She gestured for Ifu to leave, but Figo added, "There's one more thing. Just now, when the progenitor Dornkeme grabbed the cook's child, she used a bit too much force and almost suffocated the child. So I tried to persuade her to stop."

Unexpectedly, she wouldn't listen to my advice and instead called me a weakling and a traitor to the demon race. Her words were quite harsh, so I broke her legs.

Yana: "..."

Donkme was also an ancestor who lit three lamps, but none of the three lamps were a body lamp, so it was normal that he was no match for Ifu, but the conflict actually escalated to the point that his leg was broken...

She pressed her devil horns with a slight headache and said in a deep voice, "At this critical moment before the war, we cannot kill our own kind, even if the progenitor Dornkme insulted you first... Never mind, you go back first and don't leave your residence for the time being."

"I see."

In the demon race, the strong are respected. Yana could not and had no right to severely punish an ancestor like Ifu. She simply dispatched demons with medical abilities to treat Dornkme.

About half an hour later, a huge roar suddenly rang out in the manor!

Yana's mental network expanded, her face darkened, and wings sprouted from her back. With a flap of her wings, she flew over.

A dozen or so demons were gathered around a ruin in fear and apprehension, shouting something with bluster but no guts. In the center of the ruin, five demons, each with two lamps lit, were bound together by heavy chains and trampled underfoot by Yi Fu!

"Stop! What's going on?"

"Yana the Demon Child".

Figo looked up and said, "They are Dornckmey's children and men, here to seek revenge."

Seeing more demons gathering around, Yana shouted angrily, "Go back! Don't you know that we demons forbid killing our own kind?! Besides, Ifu is the progenitor who lit the three lamps; you are committing insubordination!"

"Yana, you can't favor him! He was the one who hurt Mother first..."

Yana's killing intent surged, and her decaying power expanded outwards. The demon who dared to refute her was instantly chilled to the bone, and his hair rotted away.

After issuing the warning, no one dared to challenge Yana's authority. The panic subsided, and Yana looked at Figo again: "You let them go too, and come with me."

Soon, they returned to the center of the manor. Before Yana could say anything, Figo spoke first: "It seems that the ancestral system of the demon race should also undergo some changes."

In the current system, all demons only have eyes for their own progenitor, and the progenitor values ​​only their children, unlike any other race. Only the father and mother can command their descendants; even the orders of the demon princess Yana are not subject to disobedience…

If war breaks out, shouldn't we break them up? If they have the same abilities and are organized into one legion, using them together would bring greater destructive power, wouldn't it? How can we abandon the advantages of our demon race?

Yana looked at the progenitor Yi Fu, who was earnestly offering another suggestion, and after a two-second silence, said, "Some things are not as easy as you think."

"You can't even overcome such a small difficulty? Oh, right. Even when the progenitor Heram wanted to recruit you, he first took the demon girl Yana as his daughter. The idea that progenitors only value their children is deeply rooted in the demon race. But if I may be frank... such a system is not healthy enough, even though I myself am the progenitor of our demon race."

Yana: "..."

Has this guy been influenced by those revolutionaries who saved him? It sounds like he's trying to start a revolution among the demons! While the suggestions all sound somewhat reasonable, but…

Yana seemed to understand why she hadn't gotten to know Ifu's clansmen before.

She said silently, "Go back first, and I will convey your thoughts to the Ancestor."

"It's troublesome."

That evening, Yana met the 'Ancestor of Yifu' who she had sought out once again.

"...Is there something else now?"

Chapter 230 Social Anxiety and Social Oxen

“Kukuku…” Nimer covered his mouth and let out a tractor-like laugh.

Seeing him laughing happily, Helam across from him also laughed: "In two days, six suggestions, seven battles with the tribesmen gathered on Star Six, and nearly a hundred people were injured. This Yifu is driving Yana crazy."

“Yana, Kukuku… I can guess from her expression, Kukuku…”

"So, what do you think of this Yifu? Is it just his personality, or..." After a moment, Helam asked seriously.

Nimer shook his head: "Now it seems more like he's deliberately showing off his abilities in order to get Mother's attention and favor. But he is indeed very capable, both in terms of strength and intelligence, he is outstanding, but he is a little too idealistic."

"His strength is indeed impressive." Heram nodded slightly. Judging from the outcome of the battle, he was a demon progenitor who was very close to lighting four lamps. He was ranked among the top after the three demon progenitors.

More importantly, Yi Fu's second lamp is his body. Once the power of the bloodline seal is released, he can fight by relying on the advantages of his body. In terms of combat power, even if the opponent is a king who has lit four lamps, as long as the first two lamps are not his body, he can still fight.

There is a chance to withstand a potential super general.

If there are no problems, it's worth reusing.

"We still want to see it with our own eyes, right?"

"In secret, in secret..."

“I know, I’ve already called him. I’ll have someone notify you when the time comes,” Helam said.

"Yes, Mother."

Helam nodded and left, a sigh escaping his lips: 'The upcoming battle is one that will determine the future of the demon race. The demons must use all their strength. Only this time, you must return to the forefront of everyone's attention, Nimer…'

……

As Figo flew from Star 6 to Star 1, his mind was calm and his expression composed.

After playing with Yana for two days, he finally got the chance to meet Heram, the strongest being in the current starry sky and the progenitor of the demon race who lit the five lamps!

As for those suggestions, most of them were just for fun. His real purpose was only one aspect mixed in among them—to stop the demon race from slaughtering innocent people, or rather, to have a plausible persona to stop the demon race from slaughtering innocent people if he saw them slaughtering innocent people in the future, instead of directly self-destructing.

Even if it arouses some suspicion, this persona must be established. Otherwise, it would be better not to do any infiltration, but to directly confront Beelzebub when the demons launch their war.

"Is Beelzebub on Planet Two? Heram is on Planet One, and is the other progenitor, Archeris, on Planet One or Planet Two?" Figo pulled up the prison files and pointed at Beelzebub.

Following the demons leading the way, they soon arrived at their destination. Heram's residence was not a manor, but a royal palace.

On the first star of the Baiyi Star Cluster, a unified government called the Baiyi Kingdom was established. However, under the absolute military force of the Demon Race, regardless of whether the government was unified or not, everyone had to hand over the right to reside in the royal palace.

As for the royal family, hopefully they are all safe and sound.

They landed in front of the palace and were led by a different guide.

A powerful demon from the Three Lamps race, exuding a formidable aura and appearing quite strong, confirmed Figo's identity and led him inside.

To Figo's surprise, he was not taken to the main hall, or even a side hall. Instead, he was led along a small path to a secluded part of the palace, all the way to the southeast corner.

Figo frowned inwardly.

In such a place, his mental network, which had been left unlit, was completely useless. He lacked sensory abilities, but this did not affect his basic judgment.

As the first progenitor of the demon race, how could Heram possibly live a low-key life in a remote corner?

I shouldn't be seeing myself here either.

The claims of exposure and ambush are utter nonsense.

Until the demon leading the way pushed open the door of the side hall in front and said, "Lord Nimer, when the progenitor Kesi was on his way to gather, he was unfortunately intercepted by the Celestial Dragons. The progenitor dealt with it personally. This is the progenitor Ifu. The progenitor said that you should see him on her behalf first."

Inside the door, a boy with disheveled black hair and pale skin was eating melon. Hearing this, he froze for a moment, and the melon in his hand fell onto the table with a thud.

Figo was also somewhat surprised. After being invited into the room, the demon who had led the way thoughtfully closed the door behind him, leaving only him and the boy.

Their eyes met, and Nimer looked away, raising her wet hand with a mournful expression.

"H-Hello, would you like some watermelon?"

Figo remained silent. Who was this?

He looked at the small table in front of him, with four chairs and a four-lobed melon. Only one person was sitting there. One of the other three lobes was prepared for me.

“That’s not yours.” Nimer stood up and turned around, saying, “There’s a plate on that table over there, you can take it.”

When he stood up, Figo noticed that his body was somewhat hunched over, his original height of about two meters was unnaturally bent, and he was at least 30 centimeters shorter.

His pale face and dark circles made him look rather dejected, as if he hadn't seen the sun in a long time.

"Who are you?" Figo asked directly.

“…Nimeel is Mother’s son. You, you can just call me Nimer.” Nimer knew he had been tricked by his mother.

"Lord Nimer?"

"No, Nimer... the Demon Child."

As expected, he is a demon child. Not one of the three well-known demon children in the starry sky, so is he the fourth or sixth demon child? The hidden power of the demon race.

The demon in front of him gave Figo a strange feeling; its evasive eyes and timid little body seemed out of place no matter how you looked at it.

So... this demon prodigy is unknown to the starry sky because of social anxiety? How could someone of this level of strength suffer from social anxiety?

Figo isn't exactly a social butterfly, but because he possesses immense strength and abundant experience, he can communicate with people more freely. Logically speaking, strong people should all be like that.

He then asked, "Nemer, what instructions does the progenitor Helam have for me?"

"Uh... um." Nimer stiffly shook his hand and said dryly, "Mother appreciates you very much. She's thinking of having you lead a legion in the upcoming war. What do you think?"

Figo said, "I will follow your instructions."

Nimer nodded slightly, then lowered his head and started playing with his fingers, and the room fell silent.

Figo found it somewhat amusing, but unfortunately, he couldn't laugh out loud in his current identity as Ivo. He said, "There are three more stools here. Is the Demon Prince Nimer waiting for guests? Then... I shall take my leave?"

"Um... goodbye."

Figo shook his head inwardly, turned and left, feeling that his preparations to see Helam had been in vain.

But before they reached the door, it was suddenly pushed open, and a burst of unusually hearty laughter came from the doorway: "Hehehehe, am I a little late, Brother Nimer? Mother asked me to come with you to meet Ancestor Yifu and then tell him about the arrangements for him."

If Nimer suffers from social anxiety, then this person's demeanor and tone suggest a kind of social arrogance, as if he has friends all over the world.

At the same time, his address as "Brother Nimer" also stirred some waves in Figo's heart.

Could this be the first demon child?

But more than any ranking, what truly terrified Figo was the guy standing before him.

It has a rugged appearance, thick body hair, and a fat build. It is missing two large teeth, and you can see its little tongue when it smiles. It has a ring of jet-black beard on its chin and two jet-black horns on its head!