As news of the Demon Group's press conference spread like wildfire, various forces also received the message.
"That Demon King is starting a company. What does he plan to sell? Demons from Hell? Hahaha…"
"Demon King? Raven, go investigate."
"Let's wait and see. The Demon King's power is not something we can contend with."
Beneath this seemingly calm surface, the undercurrents of the World surged, with various forces secretly plotting, awaiting the unknown changes the press conference would bring.
Qinuo was oblivious to the commotion caused by the Demon Group's press conference among the various forces; he was fully immersed in other matters.
The next day, the gentle sunlight spilled onto the entrance of New York Elementary School.
A group of beautiful women gathered here, and the focus was a little girl.
"Damian, today is your first day of school. Make sure to listen carefully in class, and if there's anything you don't understand, ask your teacher.
Also, here, take this. These are man-eating plant seeds I carefully cultivated. If anyone bullies you, just throw them at him and let him be eaten."
Pamela said, stuffing a bag of small seeds into Damian's pocket, her eyes filled with concern.
"My sweet, soft little darling, come back early, Mom Venom will miss you."
Mom Venom hugged Damian tightly, rubbing her face against her affectionately, her reluctance evident.
"Miss Damian, this is for you, an obsidian dagger. It's incredibly sharp, capable of cutting through steel. Keep it for self-defense."
Shadow solemnly placed the dagger into Damian's small backpack.
Frank, listening to this series of outrageous instructions from behind, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, muttering to himself, "It's just going to school. Is it really necessary to make such a fuss?"
That's right, Frank had nothing special to do today, so he resumed his duties as a butler.
At this point, the women had finished bidding farewell to Damian, and it was finally Qinuo's turn.
"…"
Qinuo and Damian just stared at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"In any case, study hard. If you can't learn, then just eat well and don't starve, understand?"
Qinuo awkwardly squeezed out this dry sentence.
"Yes, I understand, Godfather."
Damian, however, nodded very seriously.
Seeing this, Frank also nodded, thinking, "Now that's more like normal advice."
But Qinuo still seemed uneasy. He squatted down, lifted Damian's pant leg, and left a Demon pattern on her calf.
"I sealed a Demon on it. If you're bullied, just shout 'Demon,' and a meat shield will appear to protect you. Don't use it carelessly when there's no need."
Qinuo instructed Damian.
Demon? Frank's mind conjured up those powerful figures.
Although he didn't know which one it was, given Young Master's personality, its strength would definitely not be weak.
And Young Master, you are the most outrageous.
Frank couldn't help but complain inwardly, "Is it really appropriate to give a child such a summoning method?"
"Aren't you afraid that the Young Miss, being naive, might treat summoning as a game and just call it out casually?"
Frank gazed at the peaceful elementary school before him. This place held his cherished childhood memories; it was where he arranged for Damian to enroll, and it was also his former alma mater.
But now, he was filled with worry, and terrifying images uncontrollably surfaced in his mind—the school being shattered to pieces under a Demon's rampage, and children's terrified screams amidst the swirling dust.
"Today, we have a new classmate. Please introduce yourself!" the teacher on the podium said.
"I am Damian Wayne."
The voice was clear and carried a hint of cold arrogance.
The students sitting below also began to whisper.
"She's so pretty."
"I saw her get out of a luxury car today; she must be very rich."
Damian also observed her future classmates. In her eyes, these classmates seemed weak and childish.
Seeing that Damian had no intention of speaking further, the teacher pointed to a seat by the window and said, "Damian, please take that seat for now. We're about to start class."
Damian walked to her seat expressionlessly and sat down, listening to the teacher lecturing endlessly on the podium, with a male classmate next to her trying to strike up a conversation, chattering incessantly.
She found it utterly boring; she had learned all this knowledge before.
"Why does Father want me to come to a place like this? A normal person's life is so uninteresting. It's not as good as training."
Damian mused to herself, her brow slightly furrowed, her eyes revealing a hint of confusion and annoyance.
She endured until class ended. Damian ignored the classmates around her who wanted to talk and walked straight to the restroom.
After washing her hands and coming out, a group of tall boys blocked her way.
"What do you want?"
One boy said arrogantly, "During class, why didn't you answer me when I spoke to you?"
"Because we were in class."
Damian replied calmly, thinking that her classmate was not only childish but also foolish.
"I don't care. From now on, whenever I speak, you must reply to me, or I'll tell my brother to beat you up."
The boy threatened fiercely, and the boys behind him cooperatively clenched their fists, trying to increase their intimidation.
But to Damian, they looked like a few snow foxes baring their fangs and claws.
Damian silently assessed their stances, evaluating inwardly, "Full of loopholes."
Then she looked at their flabby muscles. "Solving them won't take 10 seconds."
However, some interesting guys finally appeared. Thinking this, Damian smiled slightly, a hint of imperceptible excitement in her smile.
"To pass the time, I'll spend 30 seconds knocking them down."
Just as Damian was about to make her move.
"Nathan, you're bullying classmates again."
A sharp cry came, and a wooden stick attacked from behind, accurately hitting the boys and sending them scattering, covering their heads.
A girl in an orange hoodie wielded a broom with vigor.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, you stole my prey." Damian said with some displeasure, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Stole your prey? Wow! That sounds so cool. Hello, my name is Chen Xiao Yu. You can call me Xiao Yu."
Xiao Yu tossed the broom aside, her face beaming with a warm smile.
"Hello."
Damian replied coolly, then walked towards the classroom without looking back.
She had already decided to ask her Godfather to withdraw her from school; there was no need to waste time on people she wouldn't see again.
Damian pondered how to approach Qinuo.