“That’s simple enough.”

Damien ignored Noir’s glare, which seemed ready to strike down Jaune, and gave his assurance.

Daemons didn’t share camaraderie.

Their hierarchy was dictated purely by strength.

In Jaune’s mind, if Damien could defeat her, she would become his possession.

Then, she would naturally obey his commands.

“Truly a remarkable figure.”

“You possess potential even the Star Dragon King couldn’t fathom. That’s why I choose to submit.”

Finally, Blanc spoke.

She hadn’t rushed to speak, instead observing Damien silently.

As one of the few who could rival Noir and Guy Crimson the Primordial Red, second only to them in power among the daemon progenitors, Blanc’s arrogance was unmatched.

Yet this time, she didn’t disdain the “ants” of the material world as she usually did.

On the contrary, her attitude was unprecedentedly humble.

So humble, it baffled her three peers.

Especially Jaune and Violet, who had fought her together and still couldn’t win, attesting to her strength.

“Don’t get any funny ideas, Blanc.”

Noir eyed her warily, recognizing her as a formidable opponent.

No amount of caution was excessive.

“Oh, did I not make myself clear?”

As the second-born daemon, Blanc possessed immense wisdom. In Damien, she saw a power that shouldn’t exist.

“Power?”

Damien pondered, then said, “Are you referring to my Ultimate Skill, Lord of End?”

“Yes, and no.”

Blanc replied, “The Star Dragon King is both a creator and a world-ending dragon.”

Yet Veldanava hadn’t fulfilled all its duties.

The power Damien inherited wasn’t merely a remnant but something sealed by the dragon.

The seed of world-ending authority… Lord of End!

Daemons were products of negative emotions, and Blanc, the cruelest of the seven Primordials, revered nothing more than the end of the world.

It was beyond her essence, a higher power.

In the face of world destruction, she would bow and serve. “You have the potential to elevate this power further.”

“I…” Blanc gazed at Damien with anticipation, “Am here for that.”

“I’m not interested in destroying worlds.”

Damien’s response was blunt. He wasn’t some villain obsessed with annihilation.

The joy of a world lay in its existence.

If it was gone, wouldn’t that be boring?

To Damien, anyone who sought to destroy worlds was either mad or deranged.

And yes, Blanc was, in his eyes, a prime example of derangement.

“Oh, what a willful man…”

Blanc smiled. “But I can’t bring myself to dislike you.”

“You, who hold the authority to end worlds, have the right to decide when it happens.”

“Be it disdain or disgust.”

“Only you… no, only you… have the right to determine this world’s fate!”

“And that is why I seek to follow you.”

“Please let me stay by your side.” Blanc said, “to witness this world until it reaches its end.”

“…”

Her words shifted Damien’s view of her considerably.

At least she sought to witness, not hasten, the end.

“If that’s all.”

Damien said, “I permit you to stay by my side.”

A faint blush appeared on Blanc’s flawless face. “Henceforth, please guide me.”

With that, all four Primordial Daemons had declared their intentions and stances.

To follow, to witness, to challenge, to submit.

Daemons’ values were straightforward.

If it aligned with their interests and desires, they’d accept the invitation and see it through.

“I’ll leave the rest to you all.”

“When I awaken…”

“You’ll receive the rewards you deserve.”

With those final words, Damien lay down and slowly closed his eyes.

“Begin, everyone.”

“While our lord sleeps, protect him well.”

Noir naturally assumed the role of leader.

The three women had no objections.

In terms of strength, Noir was indeed the strongest of the four.

They positioned themselves around Damien, weaving their vast magicalule into a special barrier to ensure their master’s safety.

“This is so exciting…”

Violet could see Damien’s soul, brimming with an array of Unique Skills so powerful they were staggering.

What heights would such a being reach upon completing his Demon Lord awakening?

“Are you really going to challenge him?”

Violet glanced at Jaune. “You might die, you know.”

Primordial Daemons couldn’t truly die.

Even if destroyed, they’d revive in the Underworld.

But Damien was different.

Behind him stood Violet, a ruthless entity who’d dare to seize a world’s will.

Dealing with a mere Primordial Daemon would be child’s play for her.

“To become my master, he must defeat me fair and square!”

Jaune couldn’t even beat Damien in his unawakened state, let alone after his awakening.

But challenging the strong, testing her master’s might, was necessary.

“How rude, Jaune.”

Just as Jaune was about to reprimand her, a terrifying pressure surged from Damien’s body.

“Hm?”

“This power!”

“No way, is this for real?!”

The four Primordials, closest to him, were the first to feel the impact of Damien’s magicules.

They’d known he possessed immense magicule reserves.

His 990,000 magicules weren’t for show, rivaling a Demon Lord and even qualifying to face a True Demon Lord.

But what was happening now?

“How many magicules is this?”

“Five million? Ten million? Twenty million?”

“What is he?”

At this moment, the magicules emanating from Damien far exceeded his body’s capacity.

Even Violet shouldn’t possess such vast magicules.

Based on their accumulated reserves, 8 million would’ve been impressive.

But this terrifying rate of magicule growth completely shattered the four Primordials’ understanding.

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