Heavenly Evil God could understand this.
So could the Heavenly Devil Emperors of the Extraterrestrial Evil God Race.
However, things were different from what he had expected.
These Heavenly Devil Emperors did not protest.
Nor did they make any radical moves.
For example, launching a rebellion in an attempt to change this already fated destiny.
On the contrary.
These thirty thousand-plus Heavenly Devil Emperors accepted reality within an extremely short time. In fact, after the high-level meeting convened by Heavenly Evil God ended, he received several hundred Letters of Request for Battle that very same night. Their only condition was that they be allowed to choose their own opponents, as escorts to see them off on their path toward death.
This left Heavenly Evil God in quite a dilemma.
To be honest, if these Heavenly Devil Emperors had united against him, he would have been happier. It would have meant that they were people unwilling to sacrifice themselves for their race, deserving of death. He could then purge them without holding back or mixing in any personal emotions; he would not even need to consider an appropriate justification.
But like this...
An entire afternoon had passed.
The scheduled time for the banquet had not yet arrived.
Yet hundreds of Letters of Request for Battle from those volunteering to die had already been placed on his desk.
Honestly.
He felt both ashamed and heartbroken.
The atmosphere in the room was equally grave.
Several Heavenly Devil Emperors who were considered Heavenly Evil God's most loyal followers all lowered their heads and picked up the letters he had thrown to the floor in his complicated state of mind, lest he wish to read them in the future and be unable to find them.
And their silence.
Further deepened the atmosphere in the room.