Demiurge's Enlightenment

Because of Sephis, Naiyuan was walking through the corridor with mixed feelings.

It really is because of the Dragonoid race; my temper is much shorter than it used to be, Naiyuan thought with a sense of helplessness.

Sephis's situation made him very irritable. He knew that this matter certainly didn't involve just the other party alone; Aura and Mare were also highly likely to have been involved.

Since they were all his children, the three of them would inevitably interact.

Although he had warned them not to harbor such thoughts, he still felt very uncomfortable deep down.

His own children were preparing to assassinate his best friend.

What kind of strange development was this?

With his head in a mess, Naiyuan hadn't walked far before he ran into an old butler who looked completely out of place in the Great Tomb.

It was Sebas, who was walking toward him while carrying a large pile of items.

"Naiyuan-sama." Upon seeing Naiyuan, Sebas immediately bowed and spoke.

"Sebas, what are those in your arms?"

"These are orders from Momonga-sama; he wishes to test the effects of these items."

Seeing Naiyuan's confusion, Sebas immediately explained.

"Does Sama require me to summon a maid?"

As a butler, seeing that Naiyuan was unaccompanied, Sebas immediately followed up with the inquiry.

"No need. I want to be alone for a while."

Naiyuan waved his hand in refusal, then walked alone toward the depths of the corridor.

Did something happen?

Watching the other party's slightly dejected back, Sebas felt a bit worried. This was the first time he had seen Naiyuan-sama, a Supreme Being, in such a state.

"I should notify Momonga-sama and Herohero-sama. I hope the two of them have a way to help."

With that thought in mind, Sebas straightened his back and hurried toward his destination.

"Naiyuan-sama, what is the matter?"

In the living area of the Tenth Floor, a voice filled with worry and inquiry interrupted Naiyuan's aimless wandering.

It was Demiurge. He was standing in front of Naiyuan, his eyes filled with worry.

As the mastermind of Nazarick, Demiurge could easily discern a person's thoughts and state of mind just by reading their expression.

So, when he saw Naiyuan, he immediately felt as if something were wrong with his eyes. What exactly was he seeing?

Naiyuan, a Supreme Being, actually had a face full of confusion. One had to realize that this was the man hailed as the most powerful Supreme Being, who should always be filled with confidence and nobility. How could he harbor an emotion as weak as confusion?

"Oh, it's you, Demiurge. Sorry, I didn't even notice you standing so close."

Looking up at Demiurge before him, Naiyuan said with a hint of embarrassment.

His naturally magnetic voice was now tinged with a touch of hoarseness.

Images of Sephis's questioning and the moment he had felt murderous intent toward Sephis flashed through his mind repeatedly, leaving him feeling incredibly agitated.

He had clearly intended to go for a walk to ease his mood, but it didn't seem to be working very well.

"My Lord, is there something troubling you?"

"I believe you could speak with Lord Momonga or Lord Herohero; perhaps that would make you feel better."

Demiurge suggested. The troubles of a Supreme Being could only be eased by the counsel of fellow Supreme Beings like Lord Momonga and Lord Herohero.

"No, I cannot go to Momonga or Herohero about this."

Naiyuan shook his head, rejecting Demiurge's suggestion. At this moment, he didn't know how to face the two of them.

His own child was plotting to kill them—how was he supposed to say that?

"Then, if I may be so bold, allow me to share your burden, Lord Naiyuan."

Seeing the situation, Demiurge spoke up daringly.

For him, as a Floor Guardian, listening to the troubles of a Supreme Being and offering his own humble advice was also part of his duty.

"Then... let's talk."

Perhaps wanting to find someone to confide in, Naiyuan did not refuse the request, but instead agreed after a moment of hesitation.

By the side of the corridor, the two sat directly on the floor and began their conversation.

After organizing the thoughts in his mind, Naiyuan began his story.

"If a child, for the sake of their father, wanted to eliminate others who held the same status as their father in order to protect their father's position, but those two people were the father's best friends..."

"Demiurge, if you were that father, what would you do if you found out?"

Demiurge fell into deep thought. The question was not complex, and he quickly analyzed the gist of the situation.

However, with his intelligence, he had already sensed that something was wrong. He felt that this question was implying something.

A child, a father, and two friends.

Connecting the information in his mind, beads of cold sweat instantly began to form on Demiurge's forehead. He was terrified by his own conjecture.

If his guess was correct, this matter could directly trigger a terrifying earthquake within Nazarick.

At that time, all the Floor Guardians would be dragged into it; no one would be able to remain uninvolved.

"Lord Naiyuan, this question..."

Demiurge said in a trembling, horrified tone.

"You don't need to worry; this will not happen."

"You only need to tell me your thoughts."

Seeing that Demiurge had grasped the deeper meaning behind his words, Naiyuan gave him his assurance.

He knew exactly what the other party was afraid of, but all of this was impossible—as long as he was alive for even one more day, it was impossible.

"Apologies, my Lord. Your subordinate was rude."

Demiurge said apologetically. Having gradually calmed down, he already understood.

He had been startled by his own speculation just now, which caused him to overlook the key point of the matter.

Lord Naiyuan already knew about this and had already stopped the other party.

Having figured this out, Demiurge immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"I believe that the father should offer guidance, helping his child understand the relationship between these people, and thereby abandon that idea."

"Of course, the other party is also acting out of genuine sincerity, but they have applied it in the wrong place. Therefore, this is merely a misunderstanding; as long as it is explained clearly, there will be no problem."

"Moreover, Lord Naiyuan also said that the child loves his father very much."

Demiurge pondered for a moment, then proceeded to share his perspective.

Naiyuan, standing to the side, did not interrupt him and simply listened quietly.

"What if this father had done something very excessive to his child at the time?"

Nodding, Naiyuan asked further.

"Lord Naiyuan should already know the answer to this question himself. Just as I said, that child loves his father very much, even risking his own life to carry out an assassination for him..."

At this point, Demiurge shut his mouth. His meaning was already clear.

The other party was even prepared to die for his father, so how could he possibly be angry with him so easily?

Having figured this out, Naiyuan's mood improved significantly in an instant.

"Thanks, Demiurge. Your answer made me feel much better."

"You flatter me, Naiyuan-sama. This issue is simply a case of the bystander seeing more clearly than the person involved. I merely spoke the thoughts of a bystander."

Demiurge deflected the praise, though the tail swaying incessantly behind him betrayed that he was in a very good mood.

Helping a Supreme Being resolve his confusion was, in itself, a gift for Demiurge.

"But I feel like you've helped me quite a bit, so... take this. Consider it your reward for this time."

Seeing the other's expression, Naiyuan smiled happily, then reached into a rift in the air, pulled out an item, and tossed it directly toward him.

Demiurge caught the item in a flurry of motion, but when he saw what it was, he froze in place.

"Naiyuan-sama, are you truly giving this to your subordinate?"

Looking at the ring that seemed to shimmer in his palm, Demiurge could not hide his emotions.

His usual elegance vanished entirely; Demiurge was trembling violently, speaking in an excited tone.

A ring. The ring he had dreamed of.

Just yesterday, he had been envious of Mare, swearing to complete the Supreme Being's tasks well in the hope of receiving a gift himself.

He never expected that before he had even made a move, the ring would already be in his hands.

"If you like it, put it on. This is your reward, Demiurge."

Naiyuan watched Demiurge with a light chuckle; the other's reaction was exactly as he had expected.

In his previous life, he had always felt it a pity for this loyal fellow who could never seem to obtain a ring. Taking this opportunity to reward him was just right, and it also fulfilled a small regret of his own from back then.

"This subordinate will definitely work even harder to carry out the plans of the Supreme Beings."

"Keep it up. If you have time, you can go see Sephis. I hope you two can become good friends."

"Understood, my lord."

Hearing this, Demiurge's eyes flickered a few times. He knew that Naiyuan-sama was reminding him to guide the other.

Demiurge did not refuse; after all, he had intended to do so anyway. Logically speaking, someone with such unforgivable thoughts should have been erased immediately.

But since the other was the child of a Supreme Being, and the Supreme Being had already spoken, Demiurge had no intention of pursuing the matter further.

"As a Floor Guardian, not only have I failed to alleviate the Supreme Being's worries, but I have instead caused him distress."

"How truly fortunate you are, Sephis. To think that Lord Naiyuan has even fallen into confusion on your account—what an honor that is."

Demiurge looked at Naiyuan before him, and a trace of envy could not help but arise in his heart. He felt a deep sense of longing for such pure, unadulterated emotion.

"Demiurge, you may return to your duties. I am going to find Momonga and Herohero now."

Having recovered his composure, Naiyuan waved goodbye to Demiurge and began to head back the way he came.

He planned to check on Momonga and Herohero first, then find an opportunity to meet with Sephis again to thoroughly clear up the misunderstanding between them.

"Farewell, my Lord."

Watching the figure disappear from his sight, Demiurge then turned and headed toward the Eighth Floor.

Now, he had to go have a proper talk with Sephis. The other's thoughts and plans had filled him with fury.

"If a Floor Guardian dares to harbor thoughts of harming a Supreme Being, then what is the point of his existence?"

"Sephis, let me see just how firm your resolve truly is."