They entered the town.
What met their eyes was a chaotic jumble of dwellings.
The homes on the outskirts belonged to weaker demons. Many Imps lived here.
There was order within the chaos, allowing those with no more than Imp-level strength to live a little longer.
Yet surviving here itself meant they had to shoulder most of the work in the city.
Constructing buildings, excavating rock, gathering basic materials, and so on—these were all their jobs.
Throughout the demon settlement, these Imp-level creatures sat at the bottom of the food chain and had to do everything.
The outer buildings were all low and squat. Some were caves carved directly into rock, while others had been haphazardly built from stone.
Charles and Bruce, two hulking figures radiating the aura of Intermediate Demons, passed by. The Imps hurriedly scattered, terrified that angering a powerful demon would bring an attack upon them.
The Lower Planes had abundant magic power, but other resources were relatively scarce.
The most plentiful resources were magic power and demon resources. Other things, such as magic potions and all kinds of materials, were not so common.
To demons, nothing was inedible. When they were truly starving, they could even eat dirt.
Thus, any generally valuable materials would often be devoured by demons driven mad with hunger, absorbed to strengthen themselves.
For many demons, their bodies were their most powerful weapons.
Moreover, many Abyssal worlds had not naturally come into being as planes. They were planes demons had invaded, conquered, corrupted, and dragged into depravity.
Such planes had already had their resources plundered by demons. Vast amounts of resources had gone into demon bellies or into the storehouses of some demon lord.
After worlds like these fell into the Abyss, the materials and magic potions that should have existed on