This was a space beneath a noble's private estate in the Royal Capital.
There was not a trace of light in the space. It was extremely dark, with only a single lamp burning and providing barely enough illumination to make out the surroundings.
At the center of this space, a young man lay on the floor.
He had a handsome face, yet no emotion whatsoever showed on it. Like a puppet, he always wore a stiff expression.
Although the young man lay on the floor with no emotion on his face, his eyes were filled with intense lethargy and weariness, as though he wanted to do nothing but sleep there. He yawned.
However, the next second, hurried footsteps and an exasperated shout rang out.
"Max! Max!"
As that name was called, the basement door was forcefully thrown open.
The person who entered through it was none other than Aldap.
Panting and pale-faced, Aldap rushed into the basement as though disaster were imminent.
"Eek...!"
The young man called Max immediately turned toward the door as though startled. Then, seeming relieved, he greeted Aldap.
"Hello, Aldap. For some reason, you're giving off very appealing negative emotions. Did you come specifically to treat me to a meal?"
Even as he said that, Max's face remained expressionless, and his tone was innocent, like that of a simple child who had never grown up.
Yet the sight of that innocent-looking young man only made Aldap furious.
"What are you lounging around for?! You useless lower-ranking demon!"
—Demons.
They were a race that dwelled in Hell, feeding on human negative emotions. They specialized in deceiving and swindling humanity, extracting their value through deals and contracts, and were regarded by the Gods as sinful beings.
Previously, when the Demon Lord's Army attacked the Royal Capital, Fang Li