Long Live Lord Devil

The group soon arrived at "Big City".

The so-called "great city" was really just a larger city.

Its actual state of disrepair is no different from that of a village.

Only in the center of the city stood a large stone house, which looked somewhat imposing.

Wang Wen led the crowd to the main road in front of the stone house.

The woman explained that this should be the only residence of a high-ranking official in the city.

It seems to be some prince who has been demoted.

I don't usually go out.

The area was heavily guarded, and no one dared to approach.

The refugees who were causing trouble during the famine tried to rob the place, but many of them were killed by the soldiers in the big house with arrows and crossbows.

Over time, no one dared to touch the house anymore.

Wang Wen glanced at the weapons protruding from the high wall hole of the house in front of her and nodded.

Seeing his master's signal, Zhu Xingguo stepped forward to knock on the door.

Immediately, long arrows and short crossbow bolts flew straight towards him.

Zhu Xingguo took out a heavy-duty alloy security door, the kind only used in valuable vaults, which he had taken from somewhere, and held it above his head.

The arrows struck the door but couldn't even break the skin; they snapped it in half.

The soldiers shooting arrows from the top of the wall were dumbfounded.

They were all making a racket.

The villagers who were "following the Demon" behind him were excited and cheered when they saw that the devil had done something extraordinary.

The shouts from both sides attracted many people in the city who still had the energy to walk around and watch the spectacle.

It's true that humans have an instinct to enjoy watching a spectacle.

Even if I'm starving to death, I can't change it.

Zhu Xingguo, carrying a heavy security door, walked to the front of the house amidst a chorus of clattering noises and politely knocked on the door.

I thought no one would answer.

But then a deep baritone voice rang out from inside. "Who goes there? What brings you here?"

Zhu Xingguo turned and glanced at Wang Wen.

Shouting at the door, "My master wants to discuss something with your manager!"

Baritone: "His Highness is unwell and cannot receive guests. Please leave."

"Hey!" Zhu Xingguo's anger flared up and he was about to bang on the door.

Wang Wen's voice came from behind. "It's okay, they'll come out on their own. Let's go about our business."

Zhu Xingguo kicked the door angrily.

She turned and walked back to Wang Wen's side.

Wang Wen looked around.

I roughly counted the number of people who had gathered to watch the spectacle.

He said to the woman, "You are in charge of the overall situation. Divide the villagers into groups of about ten people each. Everyone should cook and distribute porridge to the refugees throughout the city!"

The villagers were stunned when they heard this.

They were even more shocked than the onlookers.

They simply couldn't understand how such a "Demon" could exist in the world.

Is the grand gesture of providing food merely a means to recruit servants?

Let alone cooking porridge and distributing it on the spot, even if each person were only given a handful of rotten vegetable leaves, there would be a lot of people crying and begging to be servants!

Is going to this extent still considered "Demon"?

Isn't it a bit of a dereliction of duty to portray a "Demon" like this?

The villagers couldn't understand it.

The woman remained calm.

She was already completely shocked.

Now, their minds are simple: as long as they have food to eat, they don't care what the "Demon" lord wants to do; they'll even obey his orders if they rebel!

She quickly got to work.

They carefully selected villagers who knew how to cook and separated them.

The remaining people were divided into groups based on their strength, with the "chef" as the core member.

Some people were specifically responsible for setting up the pots and starting the fire, while others were specifically responsible for maintaining order.

Some people chopped firewood to collect ingredients, while others poured water to cook meat porridge.

Clear division of labor and reasonable team composition.

Wang Wen was quite satisfied and casually gave a "candy bean" to the little black boy sucking his fingers at her feet.

[Great Luo Creation Pill].

With the team's current resources, these ordinary items for a mere 150 floors are practically just candy, and nobody's used them in ages.

After leaving a record with Zhu Xingguo, she didn't copy many. Wang Wen carried a few with her and ate them whenever she had free time.

He was pleased with the woman's behavior, and rewarding the child was a natural and agreeable gesture.

The child curiously licked it.

After all, it was something Wang Wen used to eat like "candy."

It tastes really good.

He smiled broadly as he pushed the pill into his mouth and chewed it.

The pill burst open in the child's mouth like a chocolate chip, slowly turning into a sweet liquid that flowed down his throat.

The child suddenly felt that the pain in his joints, which had been aching, had lessened considerably.

He stood up unsteadily.

Tilting his head and wiggling his hips.

It felt like I was back in the wonderful days of my memories, when I had no body aches and no hunger.

A woman who was busy directing the villagers in the distance witnessed this scene.

I couldn't help but wipe away my tears.

They then worked even harder.

The onlookers initially had no idea what was happening.

Until they saw Zhu Xingguo pulling out piles and piles of food.

They were then led away by groups of people and thrown into rows of large cauldrons arranged in neat lines.

They've gone mad.

Food!!!

There's food!!!

Charge! Grab it! Eat it!

No one stopped watching; people pushed and shoved each other, rushing headlong to the pot.

Although the villagers responsible for maintaining order were not very strong, they had at least eaten their fill not long ago.

In addition, the men were all strong men carefully selected by the woman, and their human wall was enough to barely hold back the frenzied crowd.

Unfortunately, the villagers have all forgotten.

I remember how recklessly I used to react when I saw food.

The wall of strong men held out for only a short time before the frenzied crowd broke through it, creating an opening.

The first refugee to enter rushed towards the nearest large pot with a roar like someone who had won the lottery, moving so fast that his hair flew through the air.

Then.

He was stomped to the ground by Mo Ran.

Their fate is unknown.

Mo Ran calmly put on the white boxing gloves with red stripes, loosened his muscles and joints, and beckoned to the crowd, saying, "Anyone who's not afraid to die, come over here."

The starving crowd didn't care about anything else.

They charged straight toward each of the large pots.

Mo Ran nodded.

He waved and grabbed the nearest person, throwing them into the air.

The person flew in the air for a good three or four seconds before finally landing far outside the crowd, the melodious scream ceasing as the parabola traversed the ground.

Seven or eight more people took flight right after them.

It landed with a howl, the sound of sudden braking.

A few more people flew away.

The crowd calmed down.

The pot is right in front of me, but I can't get close.

They were all very sad.

Unfortunately, besides the burly man blocking the wall, there was also a fierce-looking man guarding the food.

They have grain but won't give it to us.

He's absolutely Demon!

The crowd wept bitterly.

Some pleaded, while others cursed.

There are even more people who shout and yell meaninglessly.

Wang Wen calmly walked into the air and looked down at the terrified crowd, saying, "Sorry, we are Demon, and the food cannot be eaten for free."

The terrified crowd dispersed somewhat, fearing that the "Demon" in mid-air would fall and hit them.

One of the bolder people spoke up and asked, "If you're not going to eat for free, what are you going to do? Rebel? I'll listen to you as long as I get food!"

Wang Wen nearly fell over.

He looked speechlessly at the crowd below, who were wholeheartedly waiting to follow him in rebellion, and reiterated with a sigh, "This is either a rebellion or you've eaten my food and become my servants. You must do as I say without question, or you will be executed!"

The crowd stood frozen in shock.

The scene fell silent for a moment, as if frozen in time.

Wang Wen thought she had been too harsh, so she softened her tone and explained, "Actually, it was the first time you violated the rules..."

"Splash!!"

The crowd below erupted in cheers.

They cheered and jumped for joy as if it were a festival.

Before long, they even uttered sounds that were extremely disrespectful to the current rulers, such as "Long live the Demon!"

Someone else, half-dead, laughed and shouted, "I thought it was something big! Turns out it's just being a servant! Such a good thing exists in the world! As long as there's food to eat, I have my father, mother, wife, and children—a dozen people in total. I'll even be their master, making them all my servants! Hahahahahahaha... cough cough cough..."