Hearing the other party's words, Chen Changan froze as well. Why did something about this whole affair smell wrong?
If these races felt that the Devil Race's existence threatened their resources and standing, and had decided of their own accord to deal with them, that would have been fairly reasonable.
But every last one of them had been so crazed-even more crazed than the Devil Race. Chen Changan couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
"You mean they were excited when they killed you? In a state of intense exhilaration?" Chen Changan asked curiously.
"Yes, yes, exactly like that."
"It was as though the more of us they killed, the greater the benefits they received."
"But the strange thing is, even if they really killed us all, what would that have to do with any benefits they received?"
"In the end, wouldn't all the resources our Devil Race originally controlled still fall under the control of those powerful races, into the hands of a small minority?"
"Honestly, our Devil Race had rotten luck too, all right? Our methods were a little extreme, but we didn't go around wiping out entire races at the drop of a hat."
"We're devils, not fucking morons. Who doesn't know what happens when you provoke everyone's wrath? It's not like there's something wrong with our brains."
"We always believed in leaving people a way out."
"We only exterminated those we truly couldn't stand, those our consciences wouldn't let us spare."
"Our Devil Race killed, but we didn't slaughter indiscriminately. There's a difference, all right?"
As he went on, the other party actually began to sound aggrieved. Still, the Devil Race of Ultimate Heaven did seem somewhat different from the ones Chen Changan had encountered before.
But who said the Devil Race had to be