Prompting Ascension, Humanity's Bleak Prospects

United Great City.

Chairman's Office

Song Shanhe had just finished reporting after carrying out the execution mission.

His expression was ugly.

"Damn it, they changed people again? What the hell is going on over on the Demon Race's side?"

"Fighting for power and profit? Or did something unexpected happen?"

"One told me to be a slave, and now another doesn't like that title. I'm serving the Demon Race—do you think that's easy?"

Song Shanhe emerged from the secret chamber in a poor mood.

He had never expected that he would merely spend a few days reporting matters.

Yet when he went over, the Metropolitan Inspector had been replaced again.

It seemed the Demon Race was not as stable as he had imagined.

Sitting in his chair, Song Shanhe closed his eyes and lightly tapped the desk with his fingers.

After a long while, he slowly let out a sigh.

His cultivation was still too low.

If it were a little higher, perhaps he could go enjoy himself in the Demon Race like Saint Wu, instead of swallowing anger here every day.

Opening his eyes, Song Shanhe took a dossier from the drawer.

The Demon Race really knew how to give him difficult problems.

Every single one of them was a headache.

Flipping through the dossier, Song Shanhe's gaze landed on the second page.

Three large words were written there.

Ou Yuanqin.

Saint-level Great Perfection.

He was also the person among the Human Race's upper echelon most likely to ascend.

Yet he had been suppressing his realm, refusing to break through for a full hundred years.

And the newest Metropolitan Inspector had given him a task.

Push Ou Yuanqin to ascend.

If it had been anyone else, it would have been fine. Nine of them belonged to the Demon Race, but