During the time that person was not being held back in the East Area, forcibly taking the Star Sea Dragon King's dragon horn in the North Area before freeing Zoroastrianism's Demon Dragon was basically as easy as ordering delivery.
"Let's come back here after we've made arrangements in the other areas and thrown every region into turmoil."
Kalki, who had been ordered by the higher-ups to plunge the lower levels into complete chaos, sighed.
"We have to carry out missions somewhere else again? The people upstairs are going too far!"
Compared to those so-called big shots upstairs, the strategist, who was clearly closer to Kalki, indignantly defended her leader.
"It can't be helped. You know what will happen if we fail the mission and it gets reported to our superiors."
If they failed to meet their quota within the stipulated time, the planted traitor in their ranks would report them, and Kalki would be discarded. A shadow crossed his face.
He wanted to fight for his subordinates' dreams. Being the higher-ups' white glove was clearly not the life he wanted.
"Tch—"
The girl who had always acted so cute let out a deeply displeased, somewhat crude sound.
A genius like her naturally knew that Maxwell, the team's top combatant, was a watcher planted among them by their superiors.
That Demon King who had only recently advanced to Four-digit, a fellow who was himself the paradox demon Maxwell's Demon, whose existence had been denied by science, was truly difficult to deal with.
"By the way, where did Maxwell go?"
Kalki, who had recently sent his direct subordinate to the South Area to prevent the birth of a new "Layer Ruler" there and prepare to seize the gift "Balor's Death Eye" left behind by Balor, the former Humanity's Final Trial, asked about