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Naimus was acting on his whims at the moment.

Theoretically, the best choice would have been to make them fight each other, force them to reveal every trump card they had, then clean up the aftermath.

Yet Naimus felt there was no need to scheme so meticulously.

In this world, power was what mattered most in the end.

Power was the reason one could be king.

Schemes and calculations only served to give oneself a larger stage on which to acquire and display power.

If one truly believed that schemes could win them everything and thus began to neglect their grasp on power, that would be putting the cart before the horse.

Battle was a stage that could not be avoided if one wished to improve their strength.

Without fighting, how could one verify their abilities?

Without fighting, how could one awaken their own potential?

Without fighting, how could one determine their ecological niche?

From that perspective, there was actually only one condition for becoming a Demon Lord—truly defeating the other Demon Lords.

Sneaking around to steal a kill and then gaining the so-called lordship.

Other than that lordship, there would be no gain at all.

At that moment, Naimus was absolutely certain that he was greedier than anyone else, more consumed by desire than anyone else!

The Clown Emperor swiftly retreated, several Clown Cards in his hand glowing faintly as they stood ready to strike at any moment.

His eyes beneath the face paint stared fixedly at the Dream Demon Mekava opposite him.

Mekava's body seemed somewhat "ethereal" at that moment, as though it were real and yet somehow false.

Moreover, it was clear that his stats were rising at an utterly outrageous rate.

The Clown Emperor had struck several times before without managing to kill the Dream Demon.