Devil Lord Descends

Li Qi was undoubtedly mad as well.

But what did it matter? Since whatever he did would be guided by the Heavenly Demon toward an inevitable ending, he might as well walk into it openly and graciously, lest he drag others down with him.

In Dream City, extreme urbanization and industrialization had turned every person into an isolated island. A society of strangers was all the more likely to breed loneliness. Long-term suppression within this society, functionalized individuals, rejection of outsiders, and the extreme worship of so-called "ability above all" and "long live competition."

Under the control of the demonic path, the concept of might making right had thoroughly seeped into most corners of this super-megacity. Its consequences were reflected in public opinion across society as an almost unconditional worship of the strong atop the pyramid of power, as well as harsh condemnation of the poor and weak born from society's structural problems.

In this place, a silent war was being waged at every moment—a war of all against all.

In the name of "dreams" and "competition," this war encouraged people to kill others for their own sake. Whether that killing was physical or social did not matter; in any case, the other person had to be driven away from here.

In short, if one wanted to climb upward here, one had to bite others to death.

From the very beginning, it was a life-and-death struggle. One person blocked another's path, so everyone tried to squeeze everyone else out. The endless rat race went on, and every poor person squeezed themself dry, opposed others, and struggled for more resources.

Everyone opposed everyone else, and everyone else opposed everyone. Every person was brutalized by the whole of society, while also brutalizing the whole of society.

And all of this was perfectly