"…In summary, regarding the world suppression issue, our guild will handle it to the best of our ability. While we can't eliminate it entirely, we can suppress the majority of it, making it much easier for everyone to operate once inside. And for the sake of our collective interests, I must ask you all to hold back a little when the fighting begins. Try not to use attacks with excessive destructive power. At the very least, don't destroy the world too badly—otherwise, its value will drop significantly!"
As Ailorel finished his explanation, Orsaga leaned back in his chair, picking his teeth leisurely after the free meal, and asked the question on everyone's mind:
"So, when do we start?"
Another demon, the most rotund among them—whose body resembled a massive sphere—also raised his dozen arms and bellowed impatiently through his many mouths,
"Yeah! When do we start?!"
This gluttonous abyssal demon had already devoured not just the food, but the table and the food cart as well.
If Ailorel kept talking, he was going to move on to the waitstaff and the furniture next.
No helping it—his appetite was just that extreme.
Seeing the demon eyeing his staff hungrily, Ailorel sighed inwardly.
If he had a choice, he honestly wouldn't have recruited this kind of bottomless pit of a demon.
These glutton-type abyssals could devour entire planets if left unchecked—leaving nothing but dust behind. Not even the dirt.
They were more devastating than locusts.
Needless to say, they were widely loathed by most other demons.
But the fact that this walking black hole had managed to grow into a greater-Rank Demon despite how hated he was… meant he must have real strength.
To dismiss him outright would've been wasteful.
And so, Ailorel allowed him into the group—and quickly regretted it.
The table he ate? That wasn't cheap. It was probably worth more than the food itself.
Ailorel felt a pang of heartache just thinking about it.
So, to prevent further losses, he quickly interrupted the gluttonous demon before he could bite a server and said,
"You may depart immediately. Please make your final preparations."
Upon hearing this, the glutton's hunger magically disappeared. He patted his lard-covered belly and made final checks, muttering,
"Finally! Once I take ownership of the world, I'll sell it back to you… in exchange for more food!"
Ailorel's heart skipped a beat.
That offer was very tempting.
Suddenly, this walking meatball looked rather endearing. Even his dozens of arms seemed… oddly charming.
That, friends, is the power of profit—it can reshape your entire worldview.
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A few minutes later…
After finalizing the abyssal contracts, Ailorel smiled at the group and gave one final reminder:
"Please remember—do not engage in large-scale destruction of the world."
Then he activated the teleportation array.
A massive red circle, dozens of meters tall, appeared in mid-air.
With no hesitation, the demons leapt into it.
Leading the charge was, of course, the gluttonous demon—ravenous and ready to devour.
Orsaga, on the other hand, sauntered in with Alison and Golarial in tow, unhurried and relaxed.
He had no urgent goals. His mindset was calm—profit or no profit, as long as he didn't lose anything, it didn't matter.
Alison and Golarial, however, were clearly distracted.
Everything they had seen and experienced at the Chloroya merchant guild left them feeling uncertain about the nature of this journey.
As they passed through the dimensional gate, Orsaga spoke casually to the two:
"This kind of cross-world, long-distance teleportation—try to observe the spatial fluctuations around you. Many spatial-type abilities originate from this process."
"Mm? Oh… okay…"
Noticing their distracted expressions, Orsaga shook his head slightly.
He could clearly sense the unease and guilt in their eyes and posture.
They were silently expressing remorse… toward the world they were about to invade.
That sort of sentiment, Orsaga could understand—but not empathize with.
Compared to abyssal demons, the elves' temperament, values, and worldview were fundamentally different.
The things that made Alison and Golarial feel guilt were, to Orsaga, as routine as eating or drinking.
Still, he didn't try to interfere.
Given enough time, they'd gradually adapt—because this was just normal life in the Abyss.
They might not actively participate in the destruction, but they'd still be exposed to it.
And as for the idea that their kindness might lead to reckless interference? Orsaga found that unlikely.
They were both smart women.
And smart people tended to overthink—too aware of consequences to act recklessly.
Only fools, madmen, or those with overwhelming self-interest had the ability to act without compromise.
Orsaga, naturally, belonged to that third category.
Driven by greed, he was purely self-serving—and did only what he wanted.
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With a ripple of dimensional distortion, the trio materialized on a beach.
The moment he arrived, Orsaga felt a hostile presence emanating from the skies above.
Raising his head, he saw a sky filled with dark, rolling clouds, and endless bolts of lightning flashing within them.
Fierce winds whipped the waves into frenzied surges, creating a chaotic, unsettling atmosphere.
The third eye on Orsaga's forehead opened, piercing through layers of visible and invisible obstructions as he examined the consciousness of the world itself.
'It's already in a state of rage… but seems to be held back by something... Looks like the Chloroya merchant guild has some tricks up its sleeve.'
He looked away with a neutral expression and scanned the area.
Ignoring the gluttonous demon now happily eating sand, his gaze fell on a group of individuals speaking with other Greater-Rank Demons.
Before long, one of them approached respectfully and bowed:
"Lord Orsaga, welcome to the Seven Seas Realm. I'm a steward from the Chloroya merchant guild, and I'll be briefing you on the local factions and the primary threats we need addressed."
Pulling the two elf women—now visibly weakened by the world's suppression—closer to his side, Orsaga gestured lazily.
"Talk."
"Yes, my lord. This world is composed of 80% ocean. Due to the geography, the seas are divided into seven major regions. Scattered across them are countless islands and four primary continents."
"As for the inhabitants—they include humans, sea clans, beastfolk, winged races, and magical beasts. The local gods fall into three general factions, namely—"
"We currently control two nations, but our presence has been exposed. We expect the surrounding factions to form a joint resistance."
"Your primary task, my lord, is to coordinate with the other lords to perform a large-scale Demonic Summoning Ritual, and deploy reinforcements into—"
BOOM!
The steward didn't even finish his sentence before he was struck by a violent force and sent flying like a ragdoll—tumbling over ten meters before coming to a stop in the sand.
Orsaga's tail lazily swept through the air as he said coolly,
"Tasks? And who exactly gave you the right to assign me a task?"
"I'm cooperating with the Chloroya merchant guild as an equal. Got it?"
While Orsaga might "only" be a Greater-Rank Demon, and not among the peak of the Abyss, that meant little to beings below the apex.
Within the food chain of the Abyss, he sat comfortably in the upper-middle Rank.
And in lower-tier worlds like this one, he was nothing short of a walking apocalypse—a one-man extinction event.
Chloroya merchant guild? They couldn't intimidate him.
Controlling fourteen planes might seem impressive to mortals, but Orsaga was no mortal.
He was a natural-born member of a race that was blacklisted across countless worlds—a species with innate immortality, powerful bloodlines, exceptional abilities, and inherited memories.
Even gods, aside from a handful of true immortals with actual divine power, were little more than advanced mortals to him.
Middle-tier world factions like Chloroya merchant guild?
He didn't need to take them seriously at all.
"Y-Yes! It was a slip of the tongue! Please forgive me, my lord!!"
Coughing up blood, the steward scrambled to his knees in a panic, bowing low in apology.
"…Good."
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