◎Character binding successful: Savia Demon King◎
[The ID card has been drawn.]
Hundreds of thin, gray-skinned familiars prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
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On the gorgeous throne made of pure gold, the handsome demon king slowly opened his eyes.
[Character binding successful: Demon King Savia.]
The light was dim, and the smell of moldy dust mixed with dry blood filled my nose. In front of me were pointy-eared, gray-skinned monsters kneeling on the ground in a row.
Warren blinked to hide his momentary surprise, moved his right hand slightly, and looked at the off-white card emerging in the void.
[Unlucky Devil
Quality: R
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Type: ID card
Purpose: Obtain this identity and become the king of Savia Demon Realm
Additional effects: Blood Wolf Tribe's Curse x1 Demon Tribe's Rebellion x3
Card description: No magic power, cursed, no one believes in him... Tsk, why is this demon king so unlucky?]
Warren: “…”
The dream of becoming European emperor was shattered overnight.
He took back the card depressedly and looked down at the little monsters kneeling below.
Perhaps because the silence lasted too long, the familiar standing behind him could no longer hold back and took a step forward, asking respectfully, "Master Demon King, what should we do with these familiars? Kill them directly or throw them outside to feed the hell horses?"
The familiars kneeling on the ground became even more terrified.
The situation was unclear, so Warren did not act rashly. He remained seated, looking calmly at the familiar who had spoken.
Being stared at by the Demon King, the slightly artificial respect on the demon's face quickly collapsed. In less than half a minute, he collapsed and trembled to defend himself: "Your Majesty, this is the tradition of Savia. When a new Demon King appears, he will kill all the trusted demons and old subordinates of the previous Demon King——"
He still knew how to be afraid. It seemed that although his prestige as a demon king was not strong, even the little monsters who were obviously servants dared to act on their own, but he was not without deterrence. Perhaps these little monsters called familiars did not know that they had no magic power.
Warren assessed in his mind.
The contract signed with the card drawing system cannot be withdrawn, and his memory is now blank. He might as well make the best of it. Rather than worrying about his poor luck in drawing an R card at the beginning, it would be more reliable to think about how to gain a foothold as the Demon King.
He raised his hand and motioned for the familiars to stand up: "Stand up, I won't kill you."
The familiars looked at each other and didn't dare to move for a moment.
Warren raised his eyebrows slightly and repeated in a gentle voice: "Every familiar is a precious property of the Savia Demon Realm. I will not let you lose your lives for such a meaningless thing."
He meant what he said.
After all, the contract he signed with the card drawing system required him to repair the broken Savia continent. Although he was still confused about this task, he couldn't just work in the opposite direction.
The demons were stunned for a moment, and were shocked to realize that the Demon King was not joking, so they supported each other and stood up crookedly.
After getting up, they didn't even know what to do. They shrank their necks and looked at each other nervously. Only a smaller-looking familiar mustered up the courage and asked nervously, "My king, are you going to sell us out?"
Warren laughed.
"Of course not," he said, without any intention of continuing to explain. He slowly stood up, walked gracefully to the familiar that had spoken, and rubbed the little familiar's head. "Then now, who can tell me everything I need to know?"
The little familiar was touched on the head unexpectedly, and his face flushed. His lead-gray skin turned light pink, and his huge pointed ears swayed uncomfortably. However, when the demon king withdrew his hand, he reluctantly opened his amber eyes and subconsciously tilted his head to rub the air.
The familiars looked at each other.
At first, the familiar standing behind Warren seemed to want to speak, but hesitated for a moment, and before he could muster up the courage, he was overtaken by another younger-looking familiar.
"My lord, I can do this," the familiar took two steps forward, thought for a moment, and knelt down again, "I am the familiar steward of the previous demon king."
Warren looked at him.
Obviously seeing that the Demon King was unfamiliar with the familiars, the young familiar spoke up to express his loyalty: "My Lord, the familiars are the servants of the Demon King, and serving you is their duty. We will answer all your questions."
Warren raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
His knowledge of the Savia Demon Realm was limited to a few words in the system. It could be said that he was put on the job urgently without any training. He really needed such a clever familiar to help him improve his common sense.
"Let me first tell you what happened in the past two days - just tell it from the perspective of an outsider, no need to consider me."
He was really curious as to why he, the Demon King, had just taken office and had already reached the point of rebellion X3 and curse X1. Even the servants who were said to serve the Demon King for life only showed superficial respect to him.
The young familiar carefully raised his head and looked at the Demon King with a stiff expression, obviously suspecting that the Demon King just wanted to find another reason to kill them. However, as a familiar, he could not disobey the Demon King's orders, so he could only guess Warren's intentions and spoke hesitantly:
"Because the Great King, the former Demon King, killed Wolf Tail, the young leader of the Blood Wolf Clan, the Blood Wolf Clan gathered together the three major demon tribes, the Lich, Skeleton Warriors, and Magic Stone Giants, to launch a rebellion. The former Demon King led his army to quell the rebellion and fought a bloody battle with the leader of the Blood Wolf Clan for three days. In the end, he was beheaded by the leader of the Blood Wolf Clan."
Having said this, he waited anxiously, but seeing that Warren showed no intention of stopping, he had to grit his teeth and continue talking. He whimpered in his heart, feeling that he would definitely be silenced.
"When the victory was decided, you suddenly appeared, killed the Blood Wolf Clan leader, and took the Demon King's Crown." Seeing that Warren didn't react, the young servant added with a strong desire to survive, "Your Majesty is so brave and heroic that even the artifact Demon King's Crown was impressed by you and recognized you as its master almost instantly."
Warren's mouth twitched.
So he actually got the identity of the Demon King by taking advantage of the weakness of the Blood Wolf Clan leader after the fierce battle with the previous Demon King?
No wonder he had the Blood Wolf Tribe's curse debuff and so many rebellions. Even the demon servants who mindlessly followed the Demon King felt that he was unworthy of the name, not to mention the other arrogant races.
More importantly, he really didn't have any magic power at all. Not to mention a rebellion by his entire clan, even a random beast on the side of the road could successfully usurp the throne.
It’s worthy of being an R card, this identity is really a scam.
Sighing in his heart, Warren raised his hand and touched the long black horn on his head. Sure enough, he felt the cold gilded crown at the tip of the right horn. He took off the crown, played with it in his hand for a while, and looked at the young familiar: "Is this the Demon King's Crown?"
The young familiar nodded heavily, looking at the Demon King's crown with awe and fanaticism in his eyes: "This is the incarnation of the Savian Demon Realm and the symbol of the Savian Demon King. It is said that He has the powerful power to create the world and span the world. He wakes up once every three years, and that is also the day for the Demon King Festival."
Warren thought.
If he said that he got the position of Demon King by ambushing the exhausted Blood Wolf Tribe leader, and in this situation that he could not convince the others at all, he could make the Blood Wolf Tribe, Lich Tribe, and even the Skeleton Warriors and Magic Stone Giants present admit his identity with their noses pinched. It was probably because of the recognition of Demon King Crown as his master.
Considering the special nature of the Demon King's Crown to the Savia Demon Clan, perhaps the competition for the position of Demon King can only take place when the Demon King's Crown awakens every year.
If the facts are as he guessed, then there will be no large-scale rebellion or a raid by the entire Blood Wolf tribe for at least three years.
Of course, even if his guess was wrong, since these races had chosen to acknowledge his identity, they would most likely not rush into battle before testing his strength.
In any case, there is still room for mediation.
Warren silently encouraged himself in his heart, cheered himself up, and continued to question the young familiar.
The young familiar was able to handle the situation with ease at first, but he had obviously never been asked so many questions before and soon began to feel dizzy. He started to recall all the major events that had happened in the recent period with his eyes wide open.
"You burned the remains of the previous demon king."
"The Demon King's Palace still has about thirty days of food reserves."
"The former Demon King's treasure house was stolen yesterday..."
Warren: "Wait, what? The treasure trove was stolen? Who did it?"
Although he just learned that the former Demon King still had a treasure trove, Warren still felt depressed, as if he was watching a hundred-dollar bill dropped on the street being blown into the sewer by the wind.
Shocked, his voice was a little intense, and it sounded like he was questioning. The young familiar trembled all over and almost cried out: "My lord, the demons will never embezzle your property! The Demon King's treasury is blocked by many forbidden spells. Only those wearing the Demon King's crown can enter and exit freely--"
He got stuck here and found it funny himself.
Could it be that he was accusing the Demon King of stealing the treasure? Or that the previous Demon King knew that things were not going well and took the treasure away in advance to escape? In either case, it was just empty slander against the Demon King. For the demon servants who followed the Demon King's lead, such behavior would definitely result in the beheading.
Warren quickly calmed down.
After all, it was an R card, and he didn't think it could carry any priceless wealth. But when he found out that the treasure house of the previous Demon King had been stolen, he felt a sense of relief that "there must be a trap here."
"Then continue investigating the theft of the Demon King's treasure house," he said, without much hope. "Don't worry, I won't punish anyone for speculation without evidence."
Seeing the crowd of familiars below huddled together, all staring at him with timid fear, he waved his hands helplessly and asked these frightened little demons to return to their posts, leaving only the young familiar behind.
He needed a familiar guide who could help him familiarize himself with everything in the Demon King's Palace as quickly as possible.
"Just find a place to sit, don't be so restrained," he motioned for the familiar to stand up, "What's your name?"
"The previous demon king did not give me a name," the young familiar lowered his head in shame. He paused for a moment, guessing that Warren had no idea about this, and added, "Only the familiars who are favored by the demon king are qualified to get the name given by the demon king."
Warren nodded and continued to ask calmly: "What do you want to be called?"
The young familiar was stunned.
He had never even thought that one day he would have the honor of having a name, let alone being asked "what do you want".
His round eyes like glass balls flashed, and he opened his mouth. For the first time, he had the power to choose, and he couldn't help feeling empty as if he was walking on clouds.
"I want to be called Li'l," he said, looking at the devil with joy and uneasiness, "I think this name is easy to pronounce."
A long time ago, when he was still a familiar cub, the familiar elder who was responsible for taking care of them would make a sound similar to "Leel" when snoring. He always took the opportunity to pounce on the elder and nestle beside him, pretending that the elder was calling him.
"It's a nice name," Warren nodded in agreement, "I'll call you Lil from now on."
The young familiar's eyes widened, he had never expected that he could get the name he had always dreamed of so easily. He tried to stay calm, but he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, thinking about his name over and over again in his mind.
Warren laughed, looking at the familiar's happy look that almost took off on the spot, took off the Demon King's crown hanging on the horn of its head, played with it for a while, and put it back on.
As a soul from another world who has lost his memory, it is his luck that he has signed a contract with the card system by chance. However, to get rid of the current predicament, achieve the goal of "repairing the broken Savia continent" agreed with the system, and finally regain his past memories, it is destined to be a long and arduous journey.
In this journey, being able to allow more people to gain such pure happiness because of me may be something more worth looking forward to than the unknown ending.
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