◎The first Demon Realm Games officially begins!◎

As the founder and mainstay of the Demon Realm Art Troupe, Tono is gifted in acting and has a meticulous control over stage effects. He is also talented in script editing and song writing, which are relatively difficult for demons.

He spent several nights pondering over the song he wrote. Although the instruments used were rather simple, consisting of metal rods and clay pots enchanted with amplification magic, the lyrics were catchy and the tune was cheerful and inspiring. Before long, all the spectators in the stadium were singing along.

Only Warren covered his face uncomfortably, listening to the demons singing loudly such straightforward and passionate lyrics as "Praise our Demon King, he is the sun of the Demon Realm", and for a moment even the tips of his ears turned red.

"This is so embarrassing," he knocked on the Demon King's crown and complained half-truthfully in his heart, "No wonder Tok came to talk to me. It turned out that he wanted to prevent me from noticing that Tono and the others were practicing this song. Really, I'm going to beat this kid up sooner or later."

[Come on, you're obviously very happy.]

The system snorted sourly.

He noticed Warren's vigilance towards him, but he never made any excuses for himself. He just waited silently for the opportunity to leave forever.

However, sometimes, like now, seeing the sincere feelings between Warren and the demons, the system still can't help but want to cause trouble.

[If you really think Tok is deceiving the Demon King, how about I help you punish him? This time it's a free service.]

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Warren refused without hesitation: "No. Are you trying to take advantage of this opportunity to settle a personal grudge?"

The system guessed this would happen, and snorted with disdain, but did not insist, as if it itself did not want to hurt these sincere-minded demons at all.

When the song was over, the stage effect changed from sunlight dispelling the black fog to a colorful magic circle. A dozen winged demons flew towards the light, followed by fallen angels, who danced the wing dance in unison.

This was once the dance that the winged demons performed as they leapt and shuttled among the wriggling strange vines on the night when the white apricots ripened. Today, the dance steps are still the same, and they also express joy, happiness and infinite yearning for the future.

After being forced to leave the tribe where they were born and raised and losing the tribesmen they had lived with for many years, the displaced Winged Demons followed the Demon King and worked hard to build a home, and finally they had a home that they could rejoice in again.

Warren was enjoying the dance music and continuing to chat with the system at the same time. Suddenly, he heard suppressed sobbing behind him. He lowered his eyes to the lower right and saw the Winged Demon Feiwu with tears streaming down his face.

"I'm not crying!" Fei Wu suddenly realized that the demons around him were all looking at him. He wiped his tears and hiccuped, his face flushed as he said stubbornly, "I just got the sand in my eyes!"

"That's right," said the magic soldier Polly beside him, "Sand can still be blown into such a tightly protected magic circle. It seems that we should check whether Captain Tiechui has neglected his duties."

Fei Wu was so angry that his hair stood on end. If he hadn't considered the occasion, he might have dragged him to the royal city's special training ground for a fight.

In the end, it was the Nightmare Demon Sur who mediated. He pulled Feiwu's sleeve and patted Polly on the shoulder: "Stop arguing. Everyone still wants to watch the show."

The two demons then stopped fighting, glared at each other, and turned back to watch the performance intently.

After the winged demon's flying dance, the art troupe's chorus sang.

Hundreds of demons sang "Today is a Good Day" happily, led by a blood wolf with a loud voice.

It is said that this guy particularly liked to howl at the top of his lungs when he was in the Blood Wolf Clan. Every time he howled, other Blood Wolves would be unable to help but howl along with him, which seriously affected the sleep quality of the Blood Wolf Clan. For this, he was beaten several times by the Blood Wolf Clan leader but he refused to change.

"My voice is obviously louder than his!"

Alex, who signed up for the choir excitedly but was rejected in the first round of interviews, muttered depressedly, clapping to the beat of the choir's singing and twisting his body with it, like a fiery snake being dragged out of a lava lake.

Beside Alec, Xiaolong, who had heard him sing before, couldn't help but glance at him and breathed a sigh of relief - thanks to the interviewer of the choir, he never wanted to hear Alec's howling again!

The choir sang the last line of the song, and the opening ceremony was coming to an end.

Magic fireworks exploded in the air, and colorful candies fell into the audience, triggering a burst of cheers.

Tono was wearing the plush coat of Simba, the Lion King, and was walking around the audience with a smile on his face, acting cute and funny. The lion's tail was swaying, and for every demon that touched the lion, a random blessing would appear on the wrist.

He jumped to the highest point, wearing a lion mask, made a rather funny salute, held the microphone in both hands and handed it to the devil.

Warren couldn't help laughing, rubbed his head, took the microphone, and this time he didn't give a long speech looking forward to the future, but just said lightheartedly: "I declare that the first Demon Realm Games officially begins!"

As soon as the words fell, countless puppet birds soared into the sky and hovered above the audience seats, dancing with the magical fireworks, and the misty fog suddenly dissipated.

Tono, dressed as a little lion, twisted his tail and was sent back to the center of the stadium by Warren's magic, waving his lion paws happily.

"Everyone, take a break, buy some snacks, and go to the bathroom. The first football match of the day will start in ten minutes. The Brave Team will play against the Team with the Best Potato Flavored Lollipops!"

The demons in the audience applauded enthusiastically and took out their phones to start ordering food.

To the right of the center of the auditorium is where the orcs gather to watch the show.

They were still immersed in the shock of the opening ceremony until the demons around them all took the snacks brought by the puppet bird, and the rich aroma of caramel popcorn, French fries, and fried fish with meat floss spread throughout the stadium. Only then did they feel envious.

"Why did that demon dress up as a golden lion?" The golden lion beastman asked in a daze, "Does he know any golden lion?"

Takekuma Hanabai shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either, and then swallowed madly: "I want to eat popcorn too!"

He had seen Silvester eating popcorn before, and this time, among the wide variety of snacks, he recognized the shape of popcorn at a glance, and his eyes sparkled with greed.

"Then study magic and mathematics well," Chief Takekuma patted his shoulder encouragingly, "The Demon King said that only those who pass these two exams are eligible to join the Demon Realm."

Takekuma Hanabai nodded.

In fact, according to his personality, rather than passing the exam to gain the recognition of the demons and then enjoying ready-made food in the Demon Realm, he would rather study the cooking methods of the demon food by himself, and then use the ingredients from the animal world to make equally delicious snacks.

The problem is that Huabai hates most orcs, especially the Beast King, but he likes everything in the Demon Realm, especially the Demon King. He originally wanted to become a member of the Demon Clan, so of course he took the magic and math exams very seriously. He didn't argue with his family leader and responded seriously.

The eyes of the Golden Lion Orc who was eavesdropping nearby lit up, and he finally understood why Chief Bamboo Bear wanted to buy those seemingly useless and strangely colored books.

He secretly clenched his fists and decided to borrow a few copper coins from Chief Takekuma, and then buy two books for study.

They were still discussing among themselves when they saw a demon waving a metal rod that was used to play music at the edge of the sports field. It "banged" twice on the largest magic pottery jar, and the magic circle was activated. A transparent protective layer appeared around the field.

"What is this?" Mao Ji stretched his neck to look down curiously.

"This is protective magic, to prevent athletes from getting too aggressive in grabbing the ball and accidentally injuring the spectators," the dog demon beside him explained. "Because during the previous training, a bone demon passed by and was almost knocked to pieces, so this protective measure was put in place."

Maoji nodded in shock and hugged his furry tail: "Is this sport so intense?"

"That's not bad," the dog demon shrugged. "There are protective measures in the venue. If the magic circle determines that there is a possibility of serious damage, the demon will be ejected from the venue immediately."

As for some minor bumps and bruises, the demons said that such injuries would only make the game more exciting and thrilling.

Having never heard of such amazing magic, Maoji exclaimed "Wow" and was about to continue asking questions when he saw the athletes from both teams had already entered the field. He immediately looked over excitedly and patted the dog demon's wrist with his tail: "That demon over there looks like you!"

"That's Titz. He used to be the hunting captain of our dog demon tribe. He's very powerful." The dog demon raised his head proudly. "He plays as the center in this game."

Mao Ji uttered an "oh" half-knowingly. In fact, he didn't understand a lot of the words. However, he was completely attracted by the game that was about to begin. He didn't ask any more questions, but stared intently at the football being taken out of the stadium.

In the huge sports field, the battle is about to break out.

The skeleton warrior patriarch, Bone Arc, stood at the edge of the field, with a magic whistle hanging around his neck and a bright red referee hat on his head, staring at the athletes on the field seriously.

He was originally only responsible for improving the content of football games under the king's arrangement. After playing football a few times, he fell in love with this sport and volunteered to be the referee of the football match in this sports meeting.

Considering his strong strength and the buff of the undead, he was very suitable to serve as a referee in such a fiercely conflicted game. His application was quickly approved, and Bone Arc became the most authoritative demon in football matches. In this capacity, he joined the Demon Realm Sports Committee.

He now spends every day on the sports field. In addition to serving as a referee, he explains the rules of the game to the demons who want to learn football and conducts training. It can be seen that even his smile has become brighter.

However, in this official game, he still put on his most majestic expression, looked at the players on both sides, raised his right hand, and blew the whistle with a "beep", indicating that the game officially started.

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Finally finished writing QAQ The next chapter will probably be updated very late, I will try to finish it before 12 o'clock.

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