In fact.
It was precisely because Orsaga had once joined the predecessor organization of the Demon Dynasty out of boredom, and had even been one of its founding members.
That Wanwan, who ordinarily barely involved herself in affairs, had always shown the Demon Dynasty a measure of consideration out of respect for him.
Several times, she had spared them from crises of extinction.
Yet mud was still mud; it simply could not be plastered onto a wall...
Even though Wanwan had given them many opportunities, those fellows ultimately had no achievements worth displaying.
They were not bad enough.
Whether toward their enemies.
Or toward their own people.
The same was true.
They were not ruthless enough.
They clung to life and feared death—cowardly and weak.
They were, however, quite skilled at fighting for power and profit.
Their aptitude was basically all garbage.
They might not have Bloodline Inheritance.
They might not have Talent Abilities.
They might not have the potential for advancement.
Some Devil Branches did not even necessarily have lifespans or talents superior to the most ordinary conventional humans. All it took was an AK-47 for them to rise to prominence locally, grow strong, and forge new glory!
It was enough to leave men silent and women in tears.
Even onlookers could only shake their heads!
If not for the Demon Dynasty having, more or less, a few reasonably capable individuals barely serving as its main pillars.
Even with Wanwan occasionally lending them a hand, those fellows would probably have long since been wiped out.
After all.
A group whose strength and aptitude were both lacking, yet whose schemes were plentiful, whose internal strife had become custom, and whose personalities and habits were innately irritating—no matter how one looked at them, they had no future to speak of...
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