POV Zero

As I walked out of the room, I could see the looks of fear that each of them had, and I just smiled as I gathered all those negative emotions to strengthen myself.

This was also another reason why I had so many slaves, and I liked to torture them so much.

Those negative emotions.

That was the source of my strength, which was I needed to gather as many negative emotions as possible. This was probably the most efficient strategy that I had found, and it also helped that I liked it a lot. I could order them to do anything I wanted.

They were literally my slave. Anything I said, they would do. It was a nice change of pace compared to when I had been living with my father, suffering every single day as I was compared to my brothers. After all, I wasn’t the strongest nor the most talented. Actually, I was the weakest out of all of them.

But it wasn’t my fault that I wanted to enjoy my life. I didn’t want to be like my brothers, focusing only on getting stronger. I was already stronger than all those pitiful humans by birth. Some of them were stronger than others, but they still couldn’t lay a finger on me. The number of humans who can fight on even grounds with me is so small that I never bothered to get stronger.

You could say that I’m the playboy of the family, doing whatever I want, charming girls, dominating their minds until they can only think of having me as a master.

Just the usual stuff.

And I was getting pissed that a human was disturbing my peace when I hadn’t even done anything against him. I never even tried to stop his actions in the war. I was just having fun while all my brothers were busy infiltrating human society, just as our dad had ordered us to do. But that was just so boring that I didn’t bother doing such a thing.

I liked this giant subspace, and I liked doing whatever I liked.

I was surrounded by beautiful girls who would do whatever I said.

Didn’t this life sound much better than one where you would train every day until every single muscle in your body would hurt?

I sure as hell thought so.

Honestly, I think my brothers are living their lives like that because they don’t want to disappoint our father. However, I’m different from them. I couldn’t care less what our father thought. That’s why I could do whatever I wanted.

There was no chance that they actually enjoyed trying to become stronger at all costs.

What’s even more annoying for them is that they infiltrated multiple societies while the war was happening, gaining influence for a few years.

After all, the war that lasted seven years was just a little distraction for our real plan to get into gears. It was unlucky that a demon was found in the Atlantis Kingdom. Otherwise, literally, everything would have gone according to our plans.

Nevertheless, I decided against asking for help from one of my brothers in this fight against Caedrel since I honestly believed that I would be able to defeat him quite easily. He didn’t even know the slightest thing about me. He didn’t even know that I was the son of the Demon King. However, I knew everything there was to know about him. I heard everything he did during the war from my brothers and some of the demons who managed to return alive from fighting him.

So, I had one thing over him that he did not have, knowledge of his abilities. I knew somewhat well what the extent of his abilities was, and I was quite sure that I could defeat him with my current strength.

I still remember when I saw him at that underground auction; it was quite a surprise, to be brutally honest. I would have never thought that I would have met him. However, ever since that day, I knew that our paths were bound to cross once again. After all, I had a crucial mistake back then; I had gotten a very subtle reaction to the word “Perdere.” The name of the organization for demons…

Ever since then, I knew that Caedrel would stop at nothing to defeat all of us since he hates all of us with a burning passion.

Hell, I’m pretty sure that he must dream of burning down the world when he goes to sleep. However, I can’t blame such a thing to happen when you know of his master. It was only natural for him to obtain this sort of rage within him if he was taught by that man.

Nevertheless, after gathering all the negative emotions from my slave, I felt my power increase just a little bit. After all, at my current strength, it was extremely hard to keep progressing day after day.

Before leaving the subspace, I gave them one last glance as I had to admit that all of them were truly beauties.

All my slaves were either top beauties of this world, or they had some particular backgrounds. That was one of the reasons that I wanted to buy Ariella so much; she was an elven princess, and she would fit in my collection absolutely perfectly. There was no doubt about it.

I had a few other princesses under me. Some were from the elves, some from the dwarves; it just depended on what was on the market at the time. However, elves were the most common ones for some reason; their parents love to throw them away, I suppose.

Anyway, it was time for Caedrel to arrive at the Icy Lake now.

I was curious about how much stronger he had gotten since the last time I saw him. It would definitely be interesting to fight against the man who was the terror of most demons during the war.

‘Let’s see what you got, Caedrel Stuart.’

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