Inside a massive hotel within the city.
Thanks to his wealth, Orsaga no longer needed to crash in some random cave like last time. Instead, he booked himself a well-decorated, high-end hotel.
These hotels were generally owned by various local powers. Aside from the steep prices that kept out the weak and penniless, they offered excellent security and a full suite of services—food, drink, sex, gambling—everything one could want.
Basically, as long as you could pay the price, they could get you nearly anything you desired.
The room he was staying in now wasn't just lavishly decorated; the construction materials were all rare minerals capable of withstanding both physical and energy-based attacks. The room itself was nearly half the size of a football field, spacious enough for him to move about freely even in his true form. Yet in this hotel, such a room was considered relatively small.
The truly grand suites here were all enchanted pocket dimensions—some of them were as large as small cities.
Having secured his lodgings, Orsaga sprawled on the massive bed and took out a packet of intelligence he'd purchased not long ago, beginning to read.
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Myling World: Coordinates discovered 127 years ago.
The following year, the Demon Lord—Flame Demon Ignarok, Master of the Lava Wastelands—launched an invasion.
Known Information:
The world has an extremely long history, with written records dating back millions of years.
It floats within a sealed dimensional crystal wall. Its internal structure is a vast, flat ocean with a massive landmass in the center and countless scattered islands around it. (Essentially a flat realm, not a spherical planet.)
The primary rulers of the world are gods.
The main intelligent races include dragons, dwarves, humans, elves, orcs...
Major power systems: magic, battle qi, spiritual force...
Confirmed rare minerals: Goldenrock...
Confirmed rare plants: Data missing...
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After skimming through the materials, Orsaga casually crushed them into dust with a pinch of his fingers.
The intel appeared objective and professionally compiled. Most of the content was presented from a third-party perspective, without emotional bias—making it reasonably credible.
Even so, Orsaga only trusted it about halfway, using it more as a reference point to get a general sense of the world.
In the Abyss, nothing was truly trustworthy—except for himself.
Even when the seller swore in the name of the Abyssal Will that the information was genuine, it meant nothing.
Wordplay was a dangerous game.
You could be handed half of the truth, which technically made it "true," but you'd still likely be misled into interpreting it the wrong way.
Here in the Abyss, selling intel and selling out your buyer often went hand in hand—it was practically standard business practice.
"Dragons? Gods? Elves? Sounds like that world suits a demon like me just fine…"
Orsaga was quite satisfied. Compared to the Abyss, where alien ships occasionally streaked across the sky and extraterrestrials roamed with laser rifles, Myling World felt more like the fantasy settings from the novels of his previous life. Fewer bizarre genre mashups—more classic high fantasy.
'Maybe I'll get the chance to kill a god or two….'
A smirk crept across his lips at the thought.
Whether in his previous life or this one, he had never held reverence or fear for so-called gods—only a vague curiosity at most.
No matter how fervently their followers worshipped them, in his eyes, they were just powerful, high-tier lifeforms.
The only thing he'd ever respected or feared since the day he was born… was power itself.
With his thoughts settled, Orsaga reached over to press a button beside the bed, summoning room service.
He wasn't actually hungry, but good food had always been one of his favorite indulgences. Since he would soon be jumping into an entirely different world, he figured he might as well enjoy one last proper feast—who knew what kind of food awaited him there?
He didn't have to wait long. A few moments later, four strange creatures waddled in, pushing a small trolley. Each one was a chubby, blue-skinned, big-bellied thing with greenish eyes, standing just over a meter tall. They looked like off-brand Smurfs on steroids, bobbing their heads as they entered.
The trolley was stacked high with food, several meters tall, steaming with rich and savory aromas that tickled his appetite.
Tossing a few coins at the weird little creatures as a tip, Orsaga then dug in without the slightest restraint...
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Three Days Later.
After some rest and reconnaissance, and with help from a few "generous" passersby, he managed to gather the ten souls of high rank demons required to activate his artifact.
The moment he used it, his body was enveloped in a strange force. He didn't resist, letting it carry him away as he transformed into a brilliant streak of light that shot into an dimensional portal, streaking toward the distant unknown.
In this city, thanks to layers of magical barriers and spatial locks, fast travel and long-range teleportation were normally impossible for outsiders.
But once the artifact was activated, it granted him temporary access and permissions. The power dragged him swiftly through all the barriers, taking him to the far side of the city.
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Back in the material realm, Orsaga looked around at the packed mass of demons around him and gave a low whistle.
Everywhere he looked, there were demons. So many, in fact, that he couldn't even see where the crowd ended.
All around him, shrill howls and monstrous roars echoed ceaselessly.
"There's a lot of them… Guess the battle must be intense."
A casual scan told him that over 90% of the demons present were just Lesser Demons.
Their intelligence was on par with wild beasts, and their strength wasn't much better.
They were basically cannon fodder… or walking soul reserves. The only reason they weren't already tearing each other apart was the presence of high rank demons and powerful mind-control spells keeping order.
With a casual snap of his fingers, Orsaga caught the attention of a nearby Lesser Demon that had been gnawing on raw meat. Its eyes glazed over, and it bowed its head to him.
Orsaga leisurely stepped onto its head, using it as a mount.
After giving it a kick, the Lesser Demon seemed to receive some kind of signal and immediately darted off in a specific direction.
There, Orsaga could clearly sense powerful spatial fluctuations—clearly, a large-scale troop deployment was underway.
The token in his hand confirmed this, guiding him straight toward the epicenter.
As he stood on the demon's head, surveying the endless sea of Lesser Demons around him, a thought crossed his mind:
'If only I could freely kill all these Lesser Demons here… I wouldn't even need to go to Myling World.'
But doing that would basically be declaring war on the city.
So he could only sigh and let the idea go… for now.
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