The group of people on the other side of the camera also began to discuss the information revealed by the demon god's series of actions.
"Now it seems that, no matter what, this otherworldly god is indeed different from the chaotic evil gods; He is rational."
“That’s right. You see, He has been imitating human behavior. Although there are some minor errors, it shows that He is indeed controllable in the short term.”
“As long as we are certain that He has no intention of destroying humanity, we can tolerate or even help with other things.”
The speaker's gaze was firm and cold, his hands crossed on the table as he spoke:
"Everyone should understand that the calamities brought by the evil god are growing ever greater, and humanity is powerless to resist them. If this continues, it will only lead to a slow death!"
"This mysterious deity that has suddenly appeared, no matter how dangerous it may be, feeds on evil gods."
He emphasized the last four words.
The crowd fell silent. On the surface, humanity still held a dominant position in this world, with new extraordinary individuals constantly emerging and others breaking through their limits to grow stronger.
However, those at the higher levels knew that if the strength of the human side increased by ten, the strength of evil gods and demons would increase by fifty, or even one hundred!
The situation is extremely precarious.
A moment later, on a central screen, the old man spoke with a self-deprecating laugh:
"I wonder if the decision we make today will leave us with eternal infamy or lasting fame."
Someone chimed in, "What's wrong with being infamous for eternity? It just means humanity has survived."
That's true, and everyone laughed.
In just a few words, they reached a consensus that they would do their utmost to support the demon god in devouring the evil god.
Some crucial decisions in human history seemed natural at the time, or even accomplished with just a few words.
After laughing, one person said, "Let's keep watching. I wonder how the Demon God will get rid of Qu Yin's obsession."
In the footage, the Qu family members appeared extremely terrified.
"Yes, you should understand now. I need your love to fulfill Qu Yin's obsession. I'm begging you."
The being occupying Qu Yin's body made a very polite request, but the Qu family members turned pale, clearly indicating that they had thought of something bad.
What constitutes love? This is an eternal question throughout human history.
Qu Bingwen tried to calm himself down and said, "We can do whatever we want as long as it doesn't harm anyone."
His eyes were tired, and he said emotionally:
"We weren't good at playing the tunes before, so this is a kind of compensation."
Ling Xiao was very touched, so she quickly granted his request: "I used human methods to find their understanding of love, very cautiously, right?"
Amidst the strange expressions of the extraordinary individuals and Han Yuan's look of utter despair, He informed the Qu family:
All family shares were transferred to Qu Yin's name, along with all of the Qu family's real estate, properties, luxury cars, funds, bonds, cash, luxury goods, jewelry, etc.
In short, strip away everything of value and entrust it to "musical music".
His dark eyes stared intently at the Qu family:
"Where money is, there is love. Please give me your love, hurry up, I can't hold back anymore. The feeling of powerlessness is terrifying, and I'm so hungry."
A strange danger permeated the entire space. Han Yuan had no doubt that if he was rejected and his obsession could not be eliminated, this body would not be able to integrate more power.
How will this hungry "demon" choose to replenish its nutrition?
He looked anxiously at the Qu family, wishing he could force them to agree. What's a little bit of money? What use is money if humanity disappears?
It's easy to say, but for a wealthy family like the Qu family, money represents everything. Having been born with money makes it unimaginable what life would be like without it.
They said they would do anything as long as they were alive, but when they heard the conditions, the Qu family fell silent.
Listen to all those shares and properties they own; if they lose them all, how much better off are they than the homeless on the streets?
Falling to the bottom of society, their lives were filled with visible despair and hardship.
The woman was the first to break down. This noblewoman wept bitterly, losing all composure and pleading like the lowly people she used to despise.
She seemed to think this was going too far, repeatedly stating that money doesn't completely represent love, and that genuine love from family members cannot be tainted by money.
"So, you're unwilling to help me?"
Qu Yin looked distressed and interrupted her mother's pleas and explanations, instantly silencing her like a chick whose neck had been squeezed.
She desperately wanted to nod in agreement, but the expressions on the faces of everyone—all the extraordinary beings standing behind the evil god—told Qu's mother:
Don't nod if you don't want to die.
In the end, the Qu family, having accepted reality, expressed their willingness to leave all their property to Qu Yin.
A contract was handed to him from behind, its surface even warm to the touch, making it clear that it had just been printed.
The text above is very simple. It roughly means that the Qu family has transferred all its assets. No matter which lawyer has this contract, they would say that it has no legal effect because it is too brief.
However, the head of the Qu family who signed the contract knew that this contract was more real than any golden rule, and that its contents would be implemented in the shortest possible time.
The pen trembled, hesitating to make a stroke. It represented generations of the Qu family's wealth and influence—his father, grandfather, great-grandfather…
"Alright, the contract is now in effect."
With only a few scratches on the paper, Han Yuan happily picked up the contract, put it away, and solemnly congratulated "Qu Yin".
The head of the Qu family was left dumbfounded, standing there in shock.
Ding-dong, the familiar sound of the task being completed. Ling Xiao said to the system, "How was it? I told you it would be very simple."
I despise all sycophantic behavior.
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