Not every Main God level existence could be reasoned with. Many powerful existences would never reason with the weak. Or, to be more direct, they didn't even treat the weak as existences they could communicate with.
"In the beginning, demons weren't actually evil …"
Back when I was on the River Styx, Aillé's words rang in my ears, but I couldn't use them as a reference. After all, in Aichy's dimension, demons had long since become infamous.
"Is being weak a sin?"
If it was any other species, they might be able to discuss the relationship between life philosophy and social reality with you. At the very least, they would give you an acceptable answer, such as "the weak need to be protected by the strong." But for demons, they would use their actions to tell you …
"The weak? Of course they'll only become food and toys. "
In the world of demons, the strong preyed on the weak. Being weak was an even greater sin. Only possessing wealth without the power to protect it was basically a shortcut to death.
There were only two paths in a demon's life. One would become stronger, or one would accidentally fall and become food or a stepping stone for other demons.
And for Main God level demons, it would be nearly impossible to advance any further. That was because the will of the Chaos Abyss would always be above them. Although they were able to break free from part of her control, as long as they continued living in the chaotic Chaos Abyss, it would be impossible for them to completely break free from her control.
At this moment, the dimensional invaders from the Chaos Faction discovered what was truly special about this dimension after a short moment of confusion. This wasn't another dimension derived from the Aichy Plane. This was a newly created mortal plane!
And for the Chaos Faction, a newly created mortal plane would be like a piece of super juicy meat. A newly created mortal plane would be a rare opportunity that would only appear once in tens of thousands of years.
Just obtaining a portion of an ordinary plane's resources and natural laws would allow them to become even more powerful. A complete mortal plane would be their only chance to surpass their eternal master after countless years!
That's right, there wasn't a single demon who didn't want to become even more powerful. Devouring and evolving had already become their law of survival. As long as there was a chance, how could they not rebel?
No matter what the final negotiation with Sophocles the Deceiver was, my best hope was that he would temporarily remain neutral. As for the other Demon Main Gods, there wasn't even a need to try.
But there was one who was special, and that was …
"My foolish younger brother …"
"What?"
"Uh, nothing much, I just wanted to say …"
A certain older brother who had already finished his classic line couldn't continue speaking. After all, what followed after was ridicule. "You're still too weak," "Live on in an ugly way." It seemed that he was the one who was weaker now.
If Cavendish learned from a certain younger brother and taunted me right from the start, then attacked me right away, I would most likely be sent flying with a single slap. Even if I wouldn't die, it would still be too embarrassing.
I tossed Wumianzhe's mask to the side. Cavendish was still cooking his fish, but I had come in my true form. After all, demons were already quite difficult to deal with. Adding on Cavendish, this was definitely the worst possible combination … I had never underestimated Cavendish.
Ever since he was young, he had never liked to use his brain. He liked to be straightforward, but it was not that he was stupid. On the contrary, he had his own way of doing things and attitude.
"If we can solve it with our fists, why use our brains? If we think too much, our movements will slow down. "
Actions were faster than thoughts. He used his physical body to learn through practical combat. He grew at a high speed, but he didn't lack any foundational knowledge. He had a straightforward appearance that far surpassed his age, yet he still had the hot-bloodedness of a youth. He was sly when he needed to be, and he always unknowingly obtained the love of others and people … Fine then, I admit that he was slightly more popular with women than I was.
[…]
"… Just say what you want to say. Fine, not just a little, but a lot, alright? "
[Based on the number of spouses I've already obtained, the multiplier is …]
"Probably several tens of thousands of times. Alright, I shouldn't have commented on you like this. "
[No, since your base number is zero, the answer should be infinity …]
"Alright, Goddess of Order, thank you for your accurate calculations, but please shut up for now."
Getting back to the main topic, Cavendish had always been quite popular compared to me, who was often absent from Diffindor. His military achievements against the Demon Abyss had also earned him the recognition of the military.
If it wasn't for that incident, Cavendish would have been the best ruler in the Mist Kingdom as I had planned to be a Holy Knight for the rest of my life. I wasn't dissatisfied with such a life at all, although I would sometimes complain about it.
Yep, I was quite envious of him. Just like how people who thought too much would sometimes envy those who were pure and happy, they would always unknowingly grow up and obtain the trust and approval of others as they grew up, finally achieving success.
"You have to work so hard in order to achieve what you want, but he can suddenly achieve something similar on a whim, and he's always able to receive the love and attention of his parents and friends. Even if you do better than him, this is so unfair. Do you think that bad boys always receive more attention? It seems that I should learn to be bad as well. "
When I was young, I had quite a few such thoughts and made quite a few moronic jokes. However, it didn't affect the relationship between us brothers. After all, facing such a naive brat, I didn't know how to get angry even if I wanted to.
"Roland, what kind of condiments do you like? I have everything from the Blood Tribe's Holy Blood Condiments to the Inferno Demons' Abyss Condiments."
"… I can tell just from the name that there's something wrong with it. I don't want any condiments. By the way, the battle is about to begin. Are you really that uninterested? "
"Yep, I'm quite interested in eating fish. I spent at least thirty years preparing this pot of fish in order to successfully scam it. You don't even know how troublesome it was to fish him. I collected seven or eight God Equipment and killed off a dozen Demon Lords. "
"… You're making it sound like cooking a dish to kill off a Demon Lord with schemes. Don't tell me that you really killed him for the sake of eating fish."
Cavendish looked at me in astonishment, as if I had asked an idiotic question.
"Of course it's for the sake of eating. He's the largest fish in the entire universe. He'll definitely taste delicious. Otherwise, why would I bring you along to share with you?"
At that moment, I knew that he was telling the truth. Even though he had already entered the Chaos Abyss, he was still living as simply as before. I was truly envious.
Yep, I was only envious, not jealous, because it was impossible to hate such a pure fellow.
However, I was quite skilled at dealing with such a pure idiot. It would be useless to stop them when they were inexplicably angry. If I didn't like them, all I needed was a bit of rational ice cube.
"… About that, I've also heard that he's one of the oldest Demon Lords in the Chaos Abyss. In other words, he's as old as a living fossil. Even fish that's a hundred years old is old and astringent. Delicious? Aren't you overthinking things? "
And so, my hand that was stirring the pot instantly stopped. Cavendish turned around with a clattering sound. The resentment in his eyes and the "why didn't you tell me earlier?" made me … want to raise my head and laugh out loud.
Alright, I laughed, laughed loudly, laughed wildly, laughed so hard that I held my stomach, laughed so hard that tears came out.
"As expected, happiness has to be built on someone else's misfortune."
As I wiped away my tears, I took out my gavel and codex. Since this pot of fish was about to be cooked, and since Cavendish said that "fish can only be eaten if you're not dead," it was time for us to get serious. This was an annoying tacit understanding between brothers that didn't require words.
But then, I suddenly stopped as I recalled a piece of information that I needed to tell you.
"… Right, did you know about Cynthia? And about our souls … "
"About our souls being the same person? Of course I knew about it. I knew about it before I entered the Chaos Abyss. Otherwise, why would I leave my Frigid Maw behind for you? Besides, even if I didn't know about it before, do you really think that I wouldn't understand about souls after becoming a demon? "
Indeed, how could Cavendish not realize that I was the first to break the record for becoming a Demon Main God? And souls were the eternal goal of all demons.
"… You're still as sharp as ever. Is this your wild instincts? I'm so envious of you. "
"You're envious of me? Ha, I'm actually quite envious of you. "
"Envious of me?"
"Yep, I'm not as smart as you are. You always have so many clever ideas. Nothing is too difficult for you. Back in the day, Kelly and little Sarah loved to follow you around and listen to your interesting stories. Dad also always praised you for being smart and capable. "
Cavendish awkwardly scratched his head as he said such embarrassing words.
"Ha, since I can't win against you even if I use my brain, I might as well not use it at all and just use my body's instincts. I never expected that I would get used to it. Tsk, even though we're clearly two separate entities of the same soul, why can't I come up with any clever ideas? My intelligence must have been eaten away by you. "
To think that his familiar old face would actually blush. Hey, hey, hey, is this still the arrogant, fearless, and shameless human brother of mine who doesn't know the immensity of the heavens and earth?
"…"
At this moment, I didn't even know what to say. Perhaps this was proof of an old saying — "What you long for the most will never appear."
"Sigh …"
Finally, all my exclamations transformed into a single sigh.
I took a deep breath and took a step forward, tossing all my random thoughts to the back of my mind. That was because I was only here to fight.
The annoying tacit understanding between brothers let us know that since we made our own choices, there was nothing to regret.
Perhaps today would be our first serious battle. Perhaps it would also be our last. This was also the reason why we brothers, who were always so awkward with each other, would say what we truly wanted.
As for persuasion? Persuasion? Heh heh, how would that be possible? The only similarity between us brothers was probably our stubborn brains. I had my own ideals, while he had his own choices. Since he even knew about Cynthia's matter, and he had already reached the peak of the Chaos Faction, his choices were all from his heart. Let's not insult each other with unnecessary words.
"How are you doing in the Chaos Abyss?"
"Ha, that's such a damned place. There's killing all day, but it's my favorite place. Yep, it's my current home. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. I love that damned place the most. "
"Ha, I knew that even Cynthia wouldn't be able to control you. Your bastard personality is indeed quite suitable for the Chaos Abyss."
Rebuilding Donglan and Sleuweir was all that Cavendish could remember about the past. The current him loved the turbid yet lively Chaos Abyss. He loved the Chaos Abyss and the law of the jungle that Cynthia represented. He was a maniacal player who loved this world the most. As for me, I hated this cruel yet beautiful world.
Our beliefs and personalities were different. After three hundred years of fermentation, these two originally similar souls finally walked down completely different paths.
The two brothers looked at each other and suddenly laughed together in an indescribable manner. The next instant, a silver holy war hammer viciously clashed against a dim yellow magic sword.
"Since we can play now, let's see whose love is deeper. Roland, please don't die! I intend to play a few more times. "
Roland's dim yellow eyes were filled with the joy of battle, but all he received was his older brother's ridicule as always.
"Ha, my foolish younger brother … F * ck me, don't hit my face!"
The war hammer and magic sword clashed against each other, creating a fiery glow that illuminated the pitch-black depths of Hell. What was illuminated were two excited and delighted faces.
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