Battle Begins

Naimus had no talent for speeches either, yet the passion in his words made countless hearts burn.

Having followed Naimus for so long, they all understood what kind of person he was.

Working under him meant bearing tremendous pressure.

Naimus demanded the utmost from his subordinates. Anyone lacking in ability would quickly be abandoned by him.

Of course, before that, Naimus would give them a chance.

Any questions you had about your own growth, as long as you encountered Naimus—even if you were merely a rookie who had just joined the Fictional Protocol—you could ask him, provided he was not working at the time.

As if he could see through people's hearts, Naimus always gave the most appropriate advice.

As long as you followed Naimus's advice, held firm to your convictions, and persevered, you would find your own path.

If you could not persevere, then elimination was the only road left.

But as long as you did as Naimus said and completed Naimus's tasks—

Naimus never made empty promises. Anything he said he could provide would be delivered.

Even if you failed to complete the task, as long as you kept persevering, Naimus would not easily give up on you.

In that regard, Naimus was an incomparably good leader.

With Naimus's words, everyone's fighting spirit was roused.

They swiftly made their combat preparations and awaited the enemy's arrival.

Naimus returned to the throne in the castle, his gaze seeming to pierce through all distance.

Kru and Salixi stood at Naimus's left and right, serving as his civil officials.

Pur, acting as a personal guard, led a squad of Whale-ified people to stand watch at the entrance.

As for the Clown Demon, he had rarely visited the Material Plane. He had already vanished without a trace, off in search of amusement.