Josiah's plan to shoot a movie in another world had not yet been put on the agenda when a water elemental servant hurriedly ran to Josiah's side.
This water elemental servant had the appearance of a human female, but the surface of her skin had a liquid texture.
"Your Royal Highness, the master has summoned you to the guardhouse." Her voice sounded emotionless.
"Got it."
There was only one master in this castle, and that was the demon prince's father.
Josiah didn't think that he would meet the ruler of this world so soon …
Following the route in his memory, Josiah spent ten minutes walking through the complicated internal structure of the castle and came to a door that emitted an ominous aura.
Josiah walked directly in. The space of the corridor was astonishingly large, and on both sides stood statues that were more than ten meters tall.
These statues were of different shapes, and the characters depicted were all chaos demons of the same race as Josiah.
Every statue was of a king that had ruled this land for generations. Perhaps the demons that lived in the Devil Realm did indeed call them "kings".
But these kings had a unique title for themselves in private, and that was "Watchers".
It looked simple and unadorned, but it was an incomparably ancient title.
Josiah didn't know what this title meant, but the history of the "Watchers" had been passed down from generation to generation, until now.
And Josiah's father, the ruler of the Devil Realm, Notlain, was the current "Watcher".
Josiah walked through the corridor that his ancestors had protected and came to an empty hall.
The decorations here were also very simple, completely not in line with a place like "King's Palace". Other than a stone pile that looked like an altar at the end, there wasn't even a throne.
Josiah's big brother, second sister, and fourth sister had already arrived in this hall, and they stood in front of the altar.
A solemn atmosphere filled every inch of the air here. Josiah's siblings didn't even look at Josiah. They just left a space between Second Sister and Fourth Sister, obviously reserved for Josiah.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Josiah imitated his brother and sister and stood in front of the altar, looking at the back of the figure facing the altar.
"Knox, Cecily, Josiah, Fuya."
An oppressive voice read out four names in succession.
"It's been thirty years … I know this amount of time isn't enough for you to become adults, but it's enough for you to mature."
The lifespan of a Chaos Demon was the shortest among all the races in the Demon Realm. It was only about 200 years, which could be said to be the same as the humans in this world.
However, to the Chaos Fiends, twenty years old was still considered a youth. Josiah was only seventeen this year, and his sister, Fuya, was even younger — only fourteen. Even in the human world, such an age would be sentenced to at least three years in prison, and the highest penalty would be death.
"Father, is there anything you need me to do?"
A vigorous and powerful voice came from beside Josiah. It was the voice of Josiah's eldest brother, Knox. As the eldest son, Knox was naturally set to be a great general on the battlefield, ruling over thousands of troops and guarding the borders.
It was a setting that Josiah had expected.
"I've decided to choose the next Overseer from among you two years later."
The moment Notline said those words, the solemn atmosphere turned tense all of a sudden.
What did the next Overseer mean? It was the next Lord of the Demon Realm.
Josiah felt that there was no need to elaborate on the drama of seizing power. Whether it was in Europe or Asia, the struggle for the throne would always be a theme that never ended.
The most famous one in China was the Sima Clan usurping the throne of the Cao Clan, ending the chaotic Three Kingdoms Period and establishing the Jin Dynasty. In Europe, Richard III backstabbed his nephew Edward and succeeded as King of England.
In short, the history of the throne was always full of blood.
Josiah could imagine that from now on, his brothers and sisters would definitely start stabbing each other, so …
"Please allow me to withdraw from the selection of the Overseer's successor."
Josiah said loudly to the current Lord of the Demon Realm.
"Oh? Josiah, don't you want to have the status of Overseer? "
The status of King? Ruling the entire Demon Realm, being able to own everything in the Demon Realm, with just one sentence, he could decide the lives of millions of people.
It sounded wonderful. Power was wonderful, but the prerequisite was that one had to be alive to enjoy it!
To put it bluntly, Josiah couldn't win against his eldest brother and second sister at all. He couldn't even win against his fourth sister. Instead, he might become the first sacrifice in this Battle for the Throne.
This wasn't Earth. Everyone was human. Since they couldn't come to an agreement, they could just fight each other with swords and spears. The difference in physical quality wouldn't be that big, it was very fair.
But this was a different world, a different world with magic.
The Third Prince had put all his talents into 'invention'. His individual strength was the weakest among the four siblings. Even the weakest fourth sister could tear him apart countless times.
When power falls into the hands of the weak, it is nothing more than a one-way ticket to hell.
And compared to power, Josiah preferred some spiritual satisfaction. In his previous life, Josiah had the identities of 'second-generation rich' and 'second-generation official', which made people jealous. But Josiah had never thought of inheriting any family business. 'Traveling a thousand miles alone to Tibet', 'Drifting in Germany for three days and three nights to participate in the Cologne Game Fair', and so on … Those kinds of things that only some stupid artistic youth would do, Josiah had basically done them all.
"No, I have found a higher ideal, so allow me to refuse."
Josiah had already decided to enter the film and game industry. Being a King was such a tiring job. His eldest brother, second sister, or fourth sister, whoever wanted to do it could do it.
"A higher ideal?"
The Lord of the Demon Realm, Nottingham, stared at Josiah for a long time. Then he gave a new order.
"Noggs, Cerxli, Fuya … You can leave first."
Did he really want to force himself to be King? Josiah suddenly thought of some traditional chicken soup stories. There were also stories of kings choosing their sons to be their heirs. In the end, the one who succeeded the throne was always the youngest son who was the least favored.
The reason? There were many, such as kindness, tolerance, and other noble qualities. But Josiah felt that they were all bullsh * t. At least in this world, people without ability could not bear the weight of the identity of 'King'.
Josiah now felt like he was that 'lucky youngest son'.
All the siblings left, leaving only Josiah and Nottingham in the entire hall.
"Relax, don't be so formal." Nottingham said.
At this moment, Josiah finally saw the appearance of the Lord of the Demon Realm. He was very old … The messy beard and wrinkles on his cheeks formed his first impression of the Lord of the Demon Realm.
He was older than Josiah imagined. Compared to the image of a ruler, the image of an old father who worked hard to raise four children was more suitable for him.
"Josiah, what do you think of the relationship between demons and humans?"
The Lord of the Demon Realm went straight to the point and asked the most acute question for the demons.
"We are enemies now, but I think this relationship can change."
Josiah pondered for a moment before answering.
"Can change? Humans see us as evil and are full of hatred towards our race. The hundred years of war with humans have proven this. You … still think it can change? "
"Of course, opinions and views can be changed as long as there is time."
Facing the Lord of the Demon Realm's question, Josiah answered with certainty.
"Change … Magic that affects the mind? After this magic is discovered, it will intensify the humans' hatred towards demons. The hundred years of war have brought too much damage to our race. If we start a new war here, I'm afraid our race will end in defeat. "
The Lord of the Demon Realm did not seem to want to start a war with humans again.
The demon race was not as strong as Josiah had imagined. The humans in the other world did not seem as weak as Josiah had imagined either.
"So, Josiah, when the next war starts, I hope you can lead our people to a new shelter. Noggs, Cerxli and the others will definitely stand up and fight …"
Had he already made plans for his defeat? But Josiah did not plan to escape.
"There is no need for magic that affects the mind. I have a way to make humans take the initiative or be enthusiastic in accepting the demons' culture."
Josiah had a basic plan in his heart. Then, he told the Lord of the Demon Realm with more certainty.
What impression do humans have of demons in modern society? Fear? Fear? Disgust? Wrong! All wrong! None of them were right!
As long as one could keep up with the times, they would only have one impression of demons. Handsome!
The image of demons had been created in Dungeons & Dragons, World of Warcraft, Diablo, Duke of Hell, and many other games, movies, and novels.
From a traditional villain image used by medieval religions, it had become a character sought after by modern people. Although the term 'arrogant and handsome' was vulgar, it was very suitable for demons.
In Diablo, the Dread Demon God Diablo appeared and said, "NOT. EVEN. DEATH. CAN. SIT. FOR. ME!" In World of Warcraft, the Burning Legion's Interrogator Malganis shouted, "I am Malganis! I am immortal! ", and other lines would always make people's blood boil.
It was not something that would make people want to pray to God.
Josiah, who planned to develop his entertainment business in this world, could use the movies and games to change the people's impression of demons.
"Accept the demons' … culture?"
"This is a new diplomatic method. I can't tell you the specific method for now, but please give me a few years, and I will let you see the changes," Josiah said.
"With your strange inventions?"
Notline stared at Josiah. He did not know where Josiah's confidence came from. The only thing his third son could show off was his strange machines.
"That's right."
It was the inheritance of this Demon Prince that made it possible for Josiah to shoot movies in this world.
Also, it was not inappropriate to describe culture as invention. Culture originated from creation and dissemination.
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