"If you can seize power, so can I."
The voice from the slime in the crystal coffin was cold, filled with intense killing intent,
its large form resounded throughout the Abyss.
"The Abyssal Civilization needs slaves!"
"Even if the slaves were once the three major hero races, they too, as elders, spilled their blood in the war."
It was as if a demon resided within the coffin.
It sneered:
"Heh heh heh, so, you think about raising a blade against the weaker ones? This world is utterly boring, completely rotten."
"If you insist on chaining the weak as slaves and parading them through the streets, then I'll turn you all into the weak."
"I'll put your monarch, your Giant God Aurora, in chains, crawling on the ground. She will become a massive Cleaning Slime for the whole world, a miracle of the Abyss! I'll lead her around, licking clean all the filth every day!"
"How dare you!!"
"Insolence!!"
The Kingdom Wise inside the Tower of Babel could not help but become ashamed and angry.
