I feel that wonderful sense of protection wash over me once again. Each moment brings new marvels.
Within this thousand-square-meter domain, Adam has transformed into a Sun God, wielding his powers without restraint.
He could proudly declare: "I am now invincible!"
However, this is his trump card, his final lifeline — not something he would use unless absolutely necessary.
Inside the domain, he commands his full arsenal of abilities, from the long-expired 〔Reset〕 to his mightiest power, 〔Sun〕. Each ability functions flawlessly within these bounds.
The cut he deliberately made on himself this morning has vanished completely under 〔Reset's〕 effect.
Such power! I am truly invincible!
Yet joyful moments flee swiftly — an hour passed like a breath. As the Domain's effect faded, the crescent moon emerged and darkness reclaimed the earth.
Only Neith witnessed it all.
She stood dumbstruck, prostrating herself before Adam's overwhelming might, unable to muster even a thought of defiance.
He turned his back to the kneeling priestess and commanded, "Neith, deliver my orders. Tomorrow morning, I expect to see your Mage Association's highest authority before me. This command is non-negotiable! Otherwise... they will face the consequences!"
The majesty of the Demon King was unmistakable in this moment.
{T/N: I could use Campione, but here he is embodying something more authoritarian, the negative image of the Godslayer title.}
Neith could only suppress her trembling as she steadied her voice, "Yes! My King, Neith will convey your command and ensure your will is carried out."
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That night, she left the manor to report the news — there was no doubt about it.
Adam had made quite a show of leaving the manor, even telling Neith directly that he would test his powers. Those cunning elders could easily guess his intentions.
At least they had enough sense not to follow him.
Of course they wouldn't dare. If they tried using excuses like "concern for the King's safety" to spy on him, they'd face his infamous temper.
"My, my, I've changed, haven't I? I wasn't always this hot-tempered and confrontational." Adam said, patting his cheeks.
He'd always known that Neith and the other maids weren't just servants or vessels for his power release — they were also his watchers.
But he didn't mind. It made sense.
After all, he was a walking "Natural Disaster", a "Demon King" capable of destroying cities instantly, one of only seven Campiones in the world — and like the others, he had a difficult personality.
Anyone would panic when such a being appeared in their territory.
They had sent him beautiful young maids, including their most important priestess, even after he'd stolen their Heretical God — adding insult to injury.
Ra wasn't the only unfortunate one; the high-ranking officials were in quite a predicament too.
Only Adam came out ahead!
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Early the next morning, Neith returned to attend him as he woke.
"Neith, you should rest more."
"No, serving the King is Neith's duty." She said, head bowed low.
It wasn't his imagination — after just one night away, she had grown even more deferential.
Whether this came from witnessing his power or from new orders from her superiors remained unclear.
"I hate this." Adam said suddenly.
Neith understood. She bit her lip softly, her timid heart keeping her from approaching this radiant sun.
"Let's go, Neith."
"Yes! My King, please come this way."
Instead of heading directly to the meeting, they went to the dining hall for breakfast.
As per his instructions, the table held only light dishes rather than rich fare. However, despite his urging, the maids no longer dared to dine with him.
The meal was tense, heavy with the weight of an approaching storm.
Following Neith's lead, Adam made his way to the specially prepared conference room.
As he entered, he found three figures kneeling at the door.
"My King, may your glory be eternal!"
"May your glory be eternal!" x2
Empty flattery, right from the start.
But Adam's expression remained stone-cold. He knew that showing either anxiety or pleasure would diminish their respect.
Head high, chest proud, face unmoved, he strode past them.
The three kneeling figures felt their hearts constrict — they now realized this newly arrived king was far from simple.
Adam claimed the throne-like chair with natural authority, as if born to rule.
Yet his subjects knelt with their backs to him. Without his permission, they dared not rise from their awkward position.
After three minutes of weighted silence, Adam spoke.
"You three, what does it mean to kneel with your backs turned? Is this some special ritual of yours?"
At these words, the kneeling trio's faces turned bitter. Clearly, the new King harbored strong prejudice against them.
They quickly rose, heads still bowed low. Turning around, they dropped to their knees before Adam with a resounding thud.
In unison, they cried out, "My King, please forgive our rudeness. If you must punish us, spare the innocent subjects."
"Please punish us, King!" x2
Their practiced words revealed the sophistication typical of high-ranking authorities.
Their mention of innocent subjects was calculated — they knew the new King's reputation as a Godslayer who protected his people.
According to Neith's intelligence reports, this Campione genuinely cared for his subjects.
"Let's not dwell on this — I'd seem petty." Adam said, leaning back in his chair and looking down at the three, "Stand and introduce yourselves."
"Yes, we obey your command, my King."
The three rose slowly from the ground.
"My King, this humble one is Felsa Vizier."
"Abdu Vizier."
"Abbas Vizier."
Struck by the similarity of their names, Adam asked, "Are you family?"
"No, you misunderstand." Felsa bowed his head, "Vizier means God's Eyes and Ears. As the highest authorities of the Mage Association, we have abandoned our former surnames to embrace God's service."
"...I see."
Like those zealots who changed their surnames to noble titles, either to feel closer to their gods or to assert control over their subordinates.
{T/N: Vizier also means prime minister in ancient egypt or "to bear a burden" in the translation.}
"Ah, but I should tell you, my King, that Neith is actually my sister." Felsa lifted his face, which bore a clear resemblance to Neith's, "Yes, we are siblings by birth."
"Ah, now I understand." Adam nodded with recognition.
These high-ranking authorities had appeared so promptly, instead of stalling for advantage, because the very person they'd placed at his side was their leader's sister.
Of course — who better to trust than one's own blood?
"Tell me, what brings you here today?"
"...What?" Felsa froze, his mind seeming to stutter like a skipped recording.
"I asked why you're here. If you've come without purpose..." Adam's voice dropped to a dangerous pitch as he gazed down at them from his seat, chin raised.
His bearing was pure Demon King — domineering, ruthless, brooking no argument.
The three officials stood stunned at this unexpected turn.
'But you summoned us here — how did we become the visitors?'
Such thoughts they dared not voice.
Instead, they recovered swiftly, dropping to their knees as they proclaimed:
"We come to celebrate your triumph in slaying a God — to honor the magnificent feat achieved by only seven people in all the world, yourself among them!"
"To congratulate you!" x2
"Oh, you're here to congratulate me... Yet why did you wait so long?"
'It's only been 3 days!'
Faced with Adam's renewed challenge, Felsa and the others wore bitter expressions.
Through gritted teeth, they managed to explain:
"We feared disturbing your recovery, my King. Without your permission, we didn't dare intrude."
Even as the words left his mouth, Felsa's heart raced — his explanation sounded hollow even to his own ears.
The hall fell completely silent. Everyone held their breath as sweat beaded on Felsa's forehead, streaming down his cheeks.
After what felt like an eternity, the King spoke from his elevated throne:
"Hmm, I see."
Whew—
Felsa let out an instinctive sigh of relief, his back drenched in cold sweat.
But his reprieve lasted only a moment before his nerves tensed again.
"What else? Surely you didn't come merely to congratulate me. You must have other matters to discuss."
"..." Felsa desperately wished he could flee.
Too frightening!
Not only did the King's overwhelming power hang over them like a sword, but his masterful way of commanding his subordinates had thoroughly rattled the usually composed Felsa.
Unable to divine the King's thoughts, he cautiously raised his head, only to find the monarch regarding him with a half-smile.
Despite this extreme challenge, Felsa's face lit up with delight.
"Yes! My King! We of the Egyptian Mage Association Kemet pledge our loyalty to you. May your glory provide us with protection!"
"May your glory provide us with protection!"
"May your glory provide us with protection!"
Hiss... Huh?
The trio's enthusiastic response caught Adam off guard.
Hadn't he expected them to refuse, forcing him to use his powers to threaten them into submission?
Why weren't they following his anticipated script?
Gaining their allegiance had been part of his plan — after all, a King without loyal subjects was merely a powerful individual.
Having subordinates would certainly make things more convenient, whether for traveling, tracking down Heretical Gods, or finding special minerals to upgrade the Immortal's Edge.
But there was supposed to be one crucial prerequisite!
The indirect deaths of over a hundred thousand people should have given them a reason to resist!
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