Your journey continues; merely crippling the demon race is far from enough to perfect your recipe.

"Gluttonous Demon King, we will never submit to you! Even if you look through the history of the demon race, you are the greatest tyrant!"

The vampire prince, using the power of his territory, absorbed the energy of other vampires and transformed into a sea of ​​blood to attack you.

It will defeat you, it will end this absolute nightmare for the demon race.

"What are you chattering about? Who is the demon king? Your language is really filthy."

You brushed past the vampire prince, a sea of ​​blood exploded in the sky, a rain of blood fell, but there wasn't a single trace of life in them.

"Demon King, please stop! We are all demons, I am one of our own!"

"Shut up, ingredients should just look like ingredients."

Demons, vampires, dragons, elemental spirits... all the high-ranking individuals of the demon race, no matter what power they possess, are doomed to fail when facing you.

Escape is virtually impossible; the power of the demonic authority allows you to pinpoint the locations of those powerful individuals.

The demon race has suffered a severe blow; only those individuals outside their core territory and whose strength you do not value have managed to escape unscathed.

Of course, because your operation left no survivors, they have no idea what happened over the past month.

They could only piece together a rough story from the last words left by the monsters that died in the ruins of "Dark Moon," "Wild Hunt," and "Lord of Gluttony."

"An unspeakable being, a monster whose true name we do not even know, the Gluttonous Demon King."

The moment it ascended to the throne, it launched a bloodbath against us demons.

It was a dark January when the Demon King's mad hunt destroyed all the rebels, leaving only gnawed remains in its wake.

We cannot understand why that demon king would turn against his people and wield his sword, but we have no power to stop it.

People of the demon race, run, flee, hide somewhere the Lord of Gluttony cannot find, trembling with fear, close your eyes, and pray that the darkness will pass.

But even in dreams, we can feel that endless fear…

The above content is excerpted from Count Page's work, "Gluttony Lord".

"Well, this is probably the last one. Once we've finished suppressing this place, it'll be time to go back."

El extinguished the campfire amidst the battlefield ruins. Not far away lay a massive skeleton, completely devoured. The Demon Dragon King must have tasted quite good.

"These guys were a bit rude, calling me a demon king or something."

That's going too far! Giving me such weird nicknames, can't you show a little respect?

Doesn't he know whether he's a demon king or not?

Indeed, El did eat the Demon King's Crown, and he did obtain the power of the demon race, and his body was elevated.

However, he perfectly integrated these powers into his flesh and soul, and theoretically he should be considered the original being of a completely new race.

What demon king? He can't be considered a demon.

"Of course, this optimization doesn't seem to have created any barriers between me and other races..."

In other words, this kind of evolution seems to be able to be passed down? That sounds really interesting!

A drop of El's blood floated in mid-air. Judging from the aura, his bloodline seemed to be unrelated to demons, elves, dwarves, and humans.

The power of the demon race flows in his blood. If he dies someday, this unique power may awaken in some bloodline individual.