Primordial: God-Tier Choice from Chaos 39

With them around, when the time came to create a world of their own, the pressure would be reduced by at least a quarter!

"Boss, let's go see them now! We haven't shown ourselves for so long—they must be beside themselves with impatience!"

The Three Little Ones were thrilled at the sight of their long-unseen lackeys, eager to rush over.

But before the three of them could finish speaking, they froze on the spot.

Outside the Space Barrier.

"Cough, cough, cough. Everyone knows why I called you all here today! Those three little brats haven't been heard from for a thousand years—they're probably dead!"

A certain turtle named Black Tortoise—loyal and devoted—waved his two foreclaws as he spoke loudly.

"Under the exploitation of those three little brats, I, Black Tortoise, have always done the least work. I believe I am the vanguard among us in opposing the oppressive rule of those three little brats! Therefore, I propose that I become our new boss!"

Black Tortoise patted his shell and secretly clenched his tiny fist.

The reason he had summoned everyone this time was to seize the throne and become their new boss!

In his eyes, the boss's seat went around like the turn of the tides—this year, it was his turn!

Ever since he had been violently subdued by the three little brats and made into their lackey, he had dreamed of the day a serf could stand tall and sing. Unfortunately, his combat strength was lacking, so he could only suffer in silence as a lackey.

Then, a thousand years ago, the three little brats had been beaten away. Now an entire millennium had passed without a word from them; they were most likely dead!

This was perfect. Not only had they been liberated in one stroke, but he might even rise to become the boss. This was simply an opportunity that came once in a thousand years!

"Hehe, what makes you think you should be the new boss?"

White Tiger—like a soft, sticky little milk kitten, and a capable lieutenant—raised a different opinion.

"When it comes to resisting the violent rule of those three little brats, I think I've made the greatest contribution! Whenever they told me to do something, didn't I always obey them in public while defying them in private, ruining all their good deeds?!"

White Tiger slammed his little paw down and spoke loudly.

"Hehe, if that's how you put it, I think I'm the most suitable one to be boss!" Vermilion Bird—wise and resourceful—fluttered his wings. "Think about it: every time they asked me for advice, how many rotten ideas did I give them? How many losses and frustrations did I make them suffer?"

For a time, the five Demon Gods argued fiercely without end.

Inside the Space Barrier, Zhou Jun wore a strange expression.

"These are the absolutely loyal, devoted, capable, and resourceful subordinates you told me about?"

Zhou Jun fought back his laughter, but could not help laughing as he spoke.

"Despicable! Absolutely despicable!"

At that moment, the Three Little Ones' faces were so dark they could have dripped water!

Three adorable little children had instantly turned into tiny, ferocious-looking beings grinding their teeth.

The three of them were not even dead yet, and these guys were already choosing a new boss??

And their usual displays of utter loyalty had all been a façade?!

They even wanted to resist our damned exploitation and oppressive rule?!

Most importantly, they actually dared call them little brats!

What an outrage—if even an uncle could endure it, an aunt could not! The three little radish heads were now utterly enraged!

"Is there not even one among them who is truly loyal?"

The three little brats were now deeply questioning their own judgment of people.

"You've gone too far! The three bosses drew away powerful enemies so that we could escape, which is why they have been unheard from for a whole thousand years! Yet before the three bosses' bones have even gone cold, you are already thinking about how to fight over a new boss. Can you face the three bosses? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

The usually silent Qilin suddenly spoke up, looking heartbroken and indignant. The other four Demon Gods exchanged glances, feeling somewhat guilty.

Watching Qilin's actions, the Three Little Ones were greatly comforted. "Haha, looks like we still have one loyal one! Qilin really is a good fellow. We must praise him properly later!"

Yet before the Three Little Ones' words had faded, they heard Qilin continue, "I propose that, in memory of the three bosses, they remain our bosses forever, while I become the second-in-command and manage everything! Mm, of course, if the three bosses return someday, they'll have to listen to us too. Hehehe..."

"Damn it, how shameless! Who would have thought Qilin, with those thick brows and big eyes, could be so utterly brazen!"

Listening to his high-sounding words, they had thought he was a good person. Who would have imagined he was even more shameless than the other four Demon Gods!

These were the subordinates they had been so proud of, whom they had regarded as trusted confidants and happily introduced to Boss Zhou Jun—yet behind their backs, they were all like this!

They were simply a pack of traitors born with rebellious bones!

For a moment, the Three Little Ones' faces were pitch-black, and they felt as though their heads were about to explode from rage.