Half a year later.
Thanks to the aid of several neighboring countries, the nation near the Elsella Kingdom managed to withstand the onslaught of the demonic tide. The surrounding situation gradually stabilized once again.
Four years later.
Another nearby nation, not far from Elsella, fell.
In an instant, chaos erupted once more. All manner of twisted and bizarre beings emerged in droves, each more grotesque than the last.
The entire region descended into turmoil. Panic spread like wildfire, and strange incidents occurred one after another.
A surprising number of self-proclaimed wild "experts" surfaced—and their masterful schemes and tactics…
Even Orsaga couldn't help but applaud!
He cheered them on: "Guides of the Abyss! Beacons of the Dark Gods!"
Thanks to their contributions, the grand and glorious cause of evil across the multiverse thrived more than ever.
The folks down in the Abyss were having the time of their lives!
Though the Elsella Kingdom was still separated from the epicenter of chaos by several nations, the looming threat could no longer be ignored. In response, they launched a nationwide military training program in preparation for all-out war.
As for Orsaga? He remained a contented couch demon, living his same old laid-back life—because honestly, what the hell did any of this have to do with him?
He was peacefully continuing his experiments on the "Multiverse Plague Inc," living a life full of comfort and indulgence.
His days were filled with every vice imaginable: food, drink, lust, gambling, and drugs—he embodied the full demonic quintet. Occasionally, he'd even go punish the good and reward the wicked, just to spice things up. A tranquil and harmonious demonic existence indeed!
A lifestyle so enviable, half the Abyss would kill for it.
He was, without a doubt, a winner in the great game of demonic life.
---
Eleven years later.
The situation deteriorated even further. One of the worst possible outcomes for the Elsella Kingdom came to pass.
Their patron God, the Elven God of Sun, Solaraneth, fell.
As expected, Orsaga was absolutely thrilled. He ate well, drank even better, and was in high spirits.
After all, he was just a bystander here. The more dramatic the spectacle, the better the show.
But the once-stable Elsella Kingdom plunged into despair. A dark cloud of sorrow blanketed the entire nation.
Orsaga couldn't even find a shop open to buy some of the local delicacies. A true shame.
He couldn't help but feel a faint twinge of sadness—sharing in the grief of the people, if only a little.
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"~"
Sitting on a chair, humming an unknown tune, Orsaga didn't seem the least bit affected by recent events. Watching him, Golariel—who had been mourning the fall of her God—was at a loss for words.
This guy always did something wildly inappropriate for the occasion. If he weren't so strong, he'd probably have been beaten to death already.
What she didn't understand was that in the Abyss, weak demons didn't even make it out of demon kindergarten before dying horribly.
The sheer brutality of the Abyss was constantly underestimated by creatures from other worlds.
Whether you were a native or a visitor, people were dying by the dozens every second over there.
Only the strong survived. And even the dumbest demon clowns of the Abyss were still terrifyingly powerful in their own right.
Orsaga noticed her staring and flashed an easygoing smile. "Don't wear such a long face~. What's done is done. Life has to go on, right?"
He never felt any reverence toward so-called gods, and now that Solaraneth was dead, he couldn't have cared less.
Golarial let out a helpless sigh. "You clearly don't understand what this means."
A devout believer and a complete non-believer—of course their thoughts weren't on the same wavelength.
So she wisely gave up any attempt to argue with Orsaga.
---
Seeing that she had nothing more to say, Orsaga simply shrugged in resignation.
Just then, a strange energy fluctuation rippled through the room, and the tall figure of Alison appeared.
This time, however, her expression was unusually grim. Sorrow lingered between her brows.
It was obvious that the fall of Solaraneth had hit her hard.
As a member of a divine-blooded family, Solaraneth was not only her god, but also a distant ancestor of hers.
So in a way, this was a double blow for her.
Alison glanced at Orsaga, who—as always—looked thoroughly idle. In a weary tone, she said:
"The Elf King and the Elder Council have agreed to your terms. But you'll have to sign an Abyssal Contract as collateral."
After learning that Orsaga could smuggle people into the Abyss, Alison had reported the situation to the ruling authorities of the Elsella Kingdom—laying bare the fact that a demon had been lounging around in their territory, living the high life.
Naturally, the news hit them hard. They were shocked to learn that their own demigods had been hiding the presence of a full-blooded demon within their borders.
They immediately began to question their national barrier, which had failed to react at all to Orsaga's presence.
That barrier was supposed to be their greatest line of defense.
And now it had been casually proven to be useless.
The implications left them deeply unsettled.
It was only after learning that Orsaga was a very special kind of demon, and that the barrier did have some effect after all, that they were able to calm down slightly.
Even so, that didn't mean they had any affection for Orsaga.
After all, the current mess in the Myling World had been caused by demons like him.
As for Orsaga's so-called "smuggling plan"—not only did the method sound completely shady, the price was outright extortion!
If it weren't for Alison's status and the fact that she personally vouched for Orsaga, the elven leaders would have probably formed a team on the spot to beat the crap out of him.
But desperate times called for desperate measures. And even a ludicrous-sounding plan was worth a gamble when the nation stood on the edge of ruin.
---
"Sure, I'll sign it."
Orsaga nodded nonchalantly at Alison's message. After all, this deal wasn't a loss for him in any way.
"Looks like things really are bad, huh? Even those old fossils finally learned how to compromise."
Alison replied, "With our god's fall, the situation at home has turned dire. Naturally, the bottom line had to be lowered."
Hearing that, Orsaga grumbled in mock offense:
"You make it sound like I'm the one lowering your standards. What about my reputation, huh?"
"…"
Both Alison and Golarial instinctively pursed their lips but said nothing. Knowing just how shameless this guy could be, they didn't dare feed him a comeback.
Why?
Because if they did, he'd absolutely hold a grudge and jack up the price during negotiations later.
That kind of thing was exactly what Orsaga would do.
---
That very afternoon.
In an atmosphere of peace and "goodwill," Orsaga met with the high-ranking officials of the Elsella Kingdom.
Centered on the core issue, both sides held deep and earnest discussions—carefully analyzing every angle. They adhered strictly to the sacred principles of doing business: profit above all, screw friendship.
During the talks, a few elderly elven councilors suddenly fell ill due to age and had to leave the room. But in the end, under the guidance of "friendly negotiation," both parties signed a nearly one-million-word Abyssal Contract.
The Elven King was so delighted after signing that he returned to the palace and started hopping around in glee—accidentally destroying a bunch of innocent flowers and shrubs in the process.
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