"Damn it, the hero is still chasing me!"

Unwilling to acknowledge his identity as the Demon King, he was annihilated in one blow.

The vampire grand duke ended his tragic life.

"So you understand now, right, that guy, the Lord of Gluttony, I sense his return."

No doubt, no hesitation, it's definitely that guy, I swear on my soul.

This time, instead of going berserk, he displayed a sense of peace and seclusion, as if he had seen through the illusions of the world and had no desires left.

How should I put it? It's basically like NetEase Cloud Music, a platform for feeling depressed.

I'm sorry I was born a demon.

"Goodness, I knew it! That's what it means to be helpless against each other, that's what it means to be evenly matched."

"This 50/50 split... it doesn't mean you'll be cut into five pieces in just five seconds, does it?"

"...No, not that little, it should be five seconds, and I turned into five dishes."

That's the art of language. See? Even when someone is being completely outmatched, the way it comes out of their mouth makes it sound like they're evenly matched.

The Heroic Spirit nodded. Sure enough, the old man was an old man. He had to learn a lot from his wisdom; the old man was still too young.

"So, the Lord of Gluttony has returned. What are your plans now?"

"Master, the job you mentioned before, going to another world for archaeology, sounds pretty good."

I don't mind the long time or the harsh environment. Let's discuss it with the archaeological team now. For the next month, no, for a year, no, for ten years, let's go and develop this other world!

Archaeological work is highly sought after because different worlds and cemeteries present different risks. Therefore, Heroic Spirits, especially those with high combat power, are in high demand.

Previously, Page's Heroic Spirit Envoy had received several commissions from archaeological teams, with very good rewards.

But Paige felt that going to other worlds would mean staying in the archaeological team's camp, which wasn't as comfortable as home, and she wanted to refuse.

Looking back now, it thinks the other world is better; at least it doesn't have to face some descending demon.

"This didn't have to take so long..."

The Heroic Spirit Envoy looked at his Heroic Spirit with a sense of speechlessness. He had previously planned to take this guy to that "Baptismal Ground" to see if he could change the Heroic Spirit's attitude.

Now it seems that it's no longer necessary; it's become 1000% cooperative.

"Thank you, great hero, El Wayne."

In his heart, the Heroic Spirit expressed his gratitude to this hero he had only ever seen in books.

"Master?"

"What's wrong?"

"I have a feeling you're thinking about something bad?"

"...It must be your imagination."

It was probably this breach of defense that brought the Heroic Spirit and the Vampire Grand Duke closer together.

It shares many of its stories with the Heroic Spirits, such as why there are so many Berserkers and Avengers among the Heroic Spirits of the Feast World.

"Those berserkers and avengers are mainly individuals from our demon race."

Everyone who knows, knows what happened to them, especially the generation of the Gluttonous Lord; their lives were truly precarious.

Every morning when I wake up, the first thing I do when I open my eyes is to thank the Lord of Gluttony for sparing my life.

Because at least they were still alive and saw the sun rise the next day, unlike some of their kind whose eyes closed and never had the chance to open again.