Shipping

Within one of Millstone Fortress's palaces,

This was Mark's palace.

By now, Mark had become a fourth-rank Yugoloth.

Even among the entire Yugoloth race, he counted as a powerful existence.

After all, for fiends like them, their power had never been reflected solely in their own strength, but in the soul shards and Calamity Coins they earned.

Now, backed by Charles, the great lord of the Abyss, Mark had become one of the finest among the Yugoloths.

Whenever Mark thought of his investment—his successful investment in following Charles—

He became so excited he could barely contain himself.

Vast amounts of Calamity Coins and soul shards flowed through his hands like running water, becoming the wellspring of his power.

Mark now lay in a grand hall piled high with soul shards and Calamity Coins.

His throne was inlaid with the souls of the most radiant celestial beings.

These celestial souls might not have been particularly strong, merely third-rank existences.

But in the Abyss World, such souls were rare treasures.

They were the very embodiment of value.

Any third-rank celestial soul could be directly transformed by demon lords into the most powerful Greater Demon Balor.

Mark's body had grown even fatter now, and he was steeped in extravagance.

"What wonderful days!"

Now, Mark only needed to follow Charles's orders to reap enormous quantities of soul shards every day.

He recalled the bitter days when he had struggled to earn money in ordinary demon settlements.

He thought of those relatives who had once looked down on him.

He had once been considered poor among his Yugoloth relatives, but now he was the wealthiest among them all.

"Those damned poor relatives looked down on me before, yet now they want to make money under me."

"Hmph, dream on. Am I such a good fiend?"