“Pandora, what are you doing?” Elena asks, seeing me sitting on the throne in a very strange way while touching the air and apparently “doing nothing.” I’ve been here for at least 3 hours already.

“I’m tinkering with the system. My birthday was yesterday, and I decided I can’t wait any longer. I already know the abilities of the heroes and the plans of all the enemies, so now it’s time to declare war,” I say, leaving Elena surprised.

“Yes?”

“Don’t you get it, Elena? I’m going to declare war on the whole world now. More precisely, I’m going to announce that the war has completely begun. There’s no more waiting, and I can’t stand waiting any longer,” I say with a smile, already imagining the bloodbath this war will be.

I’ve held back for too long to discover the heroes’ abilities. There were so many things I could have done, but I had to limit myself because strategy is important. But now that I know each hero’s unique ability, there’s no reason to wait for the humans to attack me. I’m going to force them to come sooner.

I’ve already created the necessary spells for the entire war that I had deduced before. They are very useful, and I’m more than ready for this.

There are exactly three spells that I created. Two of them are for my own use, and one I created for others to use to create the teleportation traps that teleported strong people to pre-defined locations to face the strongest members of my troop.

It was a bit difficult to create some of them, and it took a lot of effort from me, but because of my high level, it was possible to create them with the best possible range, effect, and cost.

So they have exactly the effects I wanted, an extremely high range covering my entire territory if I want, and the mana cost reduced to the minimum.

[Ominus Nebula] Large-scale magic that converts pre-defined corpses into food such as meat, bone meal, oil, and condensed nutrients. The magic uses the user’s body as the central pillar, and all food is transported to a target area with an automatic effect after being cast.

[Spatial Chain] Teleportation magic with a trap lock, forms a magic circle that instantly teleports targets above a certain power to locations that have the opposite magic circle.

[Living Spatial Pillar] Spatial magic that steals 10% of the mana from a target area to power other magic or a massive teleportation, with the area being definable at any time by the user.

I will use the Ominus Nebula spell so that all the dead in the war, whether allies or enemies, will become food that will be transported to my castle for basic supply logistics before being sent back to the troops.

The Spatial Chain is the one that my troops like Lilith, Freya, and Elena have prepared as a trap to teleport strong people to specific locations.

And the Living Spatial Pillar is for me to steal 10% of the mana from the population of my kingdom for use in various spells, such as the teleportation magic of the traps and my own teleportation magic.

I will use these three spells in the war, and I’ve already marked the area with some of them already active and ready to be used at any moment.

“So do you need anything, Pandora?” Elena speaks, but I shake my head. I don’t need her help in the announcement I’m about to make. Now that I’m strong, I can make this announcement alone for as long as I want.

“I have everything I need. Not even the broadcast equipment is necessary, as a goddess I have access to the system,” I say to her, finishing adjusting one of the last parts of the system. It will broadcast my message to the whole world.

“Oh, actually, if you want to help, could you please get that glove I saved for a special occasion and that black dress?” I say, sitting on the throne correctly.

“Immediately, Pandora!!” Elena says, running out to get what I asked for, probably also bringing maids to help me put on the dress.

“Let’s see… should I give a speech? A threat? Or a simpler warning?” It’s been two years since I was born, and at the beginning, Elena herself stipulated that the war would happen in about two to five years.

And five years was if we were lucky, but in the end, considering everything that happened, there are at most 4 months left until the war. So it’s really only been two years.

Not that it matters. I’ve already reached the maximum power as a demon king, although I’m just at the beginning of godly power. But it’s fine, I don’t need those 4 months until they decide to invade. I’ll force them to invade before I invade their kingdom.

“That should be enough to kill those bastards,” I murmur, thinking about the image I want to convey in the war broadcast. Normally I could try to invade the enemies first.

But I don’t want that, not only because it’s not as fun, but also because in demon territory I have the advantage, and I won’t waste the advantage my troops have.

It’s not just the advantage of the terrain. There’s the advantage of our territory not having adequate resting places for enemies due to the monsters, lack of water, and lack of food.

“I think I don’t need a too human-like image,” I murmur, thinking about my body and the image I want to convey. There’s no need to use my current appearance. This is not just another warning, it’s a declaration of war from the demon king against the world.

“I think I’ve decided.” I start using [Essence of Creation] to create a mask. It’s a black mask with six white markings that look like eyes, but in a malicious way, and the mask has no markings for the mouth and nose.

The mask has a slightly football-shaped form, but with a different width and length ratio for my face.

“Does it look good enough?” I put the mask on my face. It’s pleasant, with a design that instills terror when properly matched with an outfit.

“Pandora!! I brought what you asked for,” Elena enters the throne room with maids carefully carrying my dress and gloves.

“Great,” I say to her, placing the mask on the throne. Using Essence of Creation, I create two more pairs of the same glove as replicas.

“Here, you’ll need these,” I say, handing the gloves to the maids as I partially release my true form, gaining six arms. The maids quickly come to remove my current clothes and put on the new ones, adjusting them for my extra arms.

They carefully put on the gloves, and I notice that the ring appeared above the glove. It seems I can’t even hide this cursed item. Grimm really did an annoying job.

“What do you think, Your Majesty?” The maid asks after finishing putting on the elegant black dress. It’s a full-body dress with matte black ruffles that blend with the common black, forming an elegant and incredibly gloomy design, like something you’d wear to a funeral if you want to draw attention.

“Hmm… looks good enough,” I say, taking the mask and putting it on my face while looking at my arms and seeing how the gloves fit them well.

“What do you think? Do I look terrifying enough for human standards or something like that?” I say, and the maids approve with smiles. Soon, Grimm enters the throne room with Azazel.

“Oh!! Mama Pandoru!!” Azazel runs to me, jumping on my thigh and recognizing me without any problems, even with the mask and extra arms.

“Daughter, please don’t jump on me. You’ll mess up my dress, and I have to declare war on the world,” I say, holding her with the lower pair of arms and lifting her off the ground. She gives me a smile without understanding, while Grimm stares at my body.

“Testing something new?” Grimm asks me.

“No, just showing a bit of what I really am,” I say, and Grimm gives me a strange smile.

“You look beautiful like that,” she compliments me in such an honest way that I find it strange, especially with that perverse and somewhat disgusting smile she has on her face.

“You… forget it.” It’s obvious that it’s some strange fetish of hers. I couldn’t expect anything normal from her and her disgusting sexual fetishes. I can recognize it by the color of her emotion.

‘She got excited about the extra arms?’ What a pervert. It’s not like I’m ugly. In fact, I’m absurdly beautiful, but considering the mask made to intimidate and the fact that I have 6 arms, it’s not really something designed to convey the idea of something sexually attractive.

“Mama Pandoru, do the bad humans want to hurt you?” Azazel says with a frowning face, showing her cute vampire fangs, and I nod, petting her head with one arm while caressing her face with another.

“Yes, they want to, but they won’t succeed. I’m very strong,” I say, giving her a tight hug and putting her on the ground.

“Hehehehe, I like the six-arm hugs,” she says, all excited with a silly smile on her face.

“Now go with Grimm, because I’m busy to take care of you right now,” I say, briefly adjusting the glove and smoothing the dress to make sure there are no wrinkles or any dirt.

“Okay, Mama Pandoru,” she says, running to Grimm, while Grimm gives me one last look and a nod with a smile before leaving.

“Could everyone please leave? I want silence and an empty space,” I say, and soon everyone starts to leave. Grimm gives me one last look and a wave with a smile before exiting as well, leaving me alone.

“Just one last modification to the system…” I murmur, turning my attention back to the system. I want it to broadcast the message to the whole world, but without heavy modifications, so I don’t suffer any punishment for using something beyond my authority.

“I think that’s enough,” I finish everything, preparing the system to transmit the message to the world. I let out a sigh, getting ready for it while I start counting down to the transmission activation.

“3… 2… 1…”

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