CHAPTER 81: CH 81 : NEW CAMPAIGN

In the demon realm, a place of suffocating dread and brutal, unrelenting ambition, power was the only law.

Seven demonic empires ruled this twisted landscape, each a monolith of terror with countless kingdoms and cities cowering in its shadow.

Within these cities, only a few of the highest-level metropolises were granted the privilege of having a demigod to watch over them.

In one such city, a brutal battle was in full swing, shaking the very foundations of the obsidian streets.

Two powerful demons, both figures of authority, clashed in a storm of raw magic and physical force. Their fight sent shockwaves rippling through the city, drawing a crowd of other demons who, in their own sadistic way, flocked to witness the violence.

"How dare your son try to poison my daughter! I will tear you into shreds!" one demon roared, his voice thick with a vengeful fury that seemed to set the air ablaze.

"Now you’re blaming my son?" the second demon bellowed in return, his features twisted in a mask of fury. "Your daughter, that evil witch, tried to seduce my son! This is her fault!"

While the two fathers ripped into each other, their children, the supposed victims, watched from a distance.

In the shadows of a crumbling building, a young male demon watched the chaos with a cold, detached smirk.

In a mansion across the city, a young female demon looked down from a balcony, a similar, chilling smile playing on her lips.

They were the architects of this bloody feud, the ones who had orchestrated this conflict between their fathers, all for one singular purpose.

They were not worried in the slightest; they wanted their fathers to die, as that would give them the position of the family head.

After a long, gruesome battle, one of the two demons finally fell, a sickening crunch echoing in the sudden silence.

The other, clearly wounded and breathing heavily, looked down at his daughter running toward him, a rare smile on his face.

"Daughter, I have taken revenge for you," he rasped, coughing up a mouthful of black blood. "We will soon destroy their entire family."

"Father, you should rest," the daughter said in a very worried and loving tone, her voice a beautiful lie. "Take this healing pill to stabilize yourself."

The father, deeply moved by his daughter’s affection, let his guard down for the first time in his life and immediately swallowed the healing pill she offered.

Upon taking the pill, his eyes widened, his face twisting in a horrifying mix of betrayal and agony.

"What did you feed me?" he said weakly.

His body began to contort, his stomach melting, his flesh corroding, until his entire form melted into a puddle of black, viscous fluid on the ground.

His daughter looked down at the gruesome sight, her expression a mix of satisfaction and cold detachment.

"Dragon burning pill," she whispered to herself.

She then turned and walked away into the now-quiet streets of the city, vanishing into thin air as if she had never been there.

In a meeting room of a different mansion, many demons sat at a round table, the solemn occasion being the selection of a new head of the family.

The same meeting was taking place in some other clan.

There was no need for such formality, as both family heads only had one child each.

Thus, without any further mishaps, the son and daughter of the two great demons became the family heads of their respective families.

A calm, pleasant voice echoed in Sunny’s mind. [Master, the demon cities under our control have reached fifteen]

A system panel materialized, displaying a detailed map of the demonic realm.

The map was a tapestry of colors: green, yellow, orange, and red.

The green cities, only fifteen in number, were under Sunny’s direct control.

The yellow represented cities in the process of being subjugated.

The orange represented cities without demigods, while the red represented cities with demigods.

It turned out that the son and daughter were both apostles of the demigod of mischief, Loki.

Mammon’s apostles were only responsible for trading and preying on the demons that didn’t pay for the things they bought, a perfect system for acquiring souls and merit.

While the capturing of entire cities fell to Loki’s apostles.

They worked in a slow, deceptive way, picking the heirs of the strongest clans and using their shape-shifting talent to impersonate them.

They would either cause discord among rival clans or wait for the heirs to naturally rise to a position of power.

This slowly infected the demon realm, bringing multiple strong clans under the direct control of Sunny.

Sunny’s plan was clear and audacious: to bring many strong clans under his control and then begin to subtly change the faith of these demons from their current Gods of Discord to Mammon or Diablo.

This would create another path of faith for Sunny, which he really needed at this point, as his faith supply was increasing very slowly.

Even the God Chat was nowadays a quiet, arid place compared to the bustling, lively exchanges of previous days, as many of the Gods didn’t have much time to chat.

And even Thea’s Manifestation function wasn’t earning as much faith as it did, as the Gods had already manifested whatever they wanted through this function.

Thus, he desperately needed another source of faith points, and the demonic realm was the best possible source.

After all, these seven Demon Lords possessed a whole realm that was even bigger than the multiverse.

The fact that only seven powerful demons lords managed this realm would make it impossible for them to find the slow, creeping anomaly of the demons slipping away from their grasp.

It was a silent, bloodless coup on a scale that only a God like Sunny could orchestrate.

"Only fifteen?" Sunny mused, a casual thought passing through his mind as he looked at the intricate map of the demonic realm.

The green spots, representing the cities now under his control, seemed so few and far between on the vast, corrupted landscape.

Then, he let out a soft chuckle. "Well, it’s only been two hours since I started this."

For a mortal, conquering fifteen cities in a bloody campaign would be a generational achievement, a feat of immense military and strategic power.

But for Sunny, it was just the beginning of a new project, a minor achievement barely worth noting.

His demigods, particularly Loki’s apostles, were a force of pure efficiency, and they were already moving with a speed that defied mortal comprehension.

In his mind, the number "fifteen" was just the first tiny ripple of a tsunami he was about to unleash upon the demonic realm.