Above the Gods

Colt Region, Yaji Great City.

Since the Wizard Black Tower had left the Source Plane, the Demons lurking in hiding had grown extraordinarily active.

In just two days, the number of human natives who died unexpectedly in the city had risen from a few dozen to several thousand.

Those of the Succubus Bloodline often possessed beautiful prostitutes and handsome young men. Only after their victims had sunk completely into lust would they harvest their souls.

Those of the Quasit Bloodline mostly possessed the enforcers of nobles, harvesting souls that could not even muster hatred when killed.

The Bigmouth Demon Bloodline...

A pall hung over the entire city, and silent fear spread rapidly.

Some lived from one day to the next, while others drowned in luxury and pleasure. Driven by desire, they were dying in precisely the ways the Demons wanted.

"He's dead! Old John next door is dead! Still, dying in a woman's bed isn't a bad way to go!"

"Arthur across the street is dead too! Poor man worked himself to death just to put food on the table."

"Lord Luther of the Gold Coin Commerce Guild had it even worse. After both his legs broke, he handed all his assets to Little Luther. But Little Luther didn't take care of him at all. A man weighing several hundred pounds actually starved to death!"

"And there's more..."

In truth, compared with a brutal war, Demon Bloodlines were not particularly quick at harvesting souls.

With a plentiful supply of ingredients, there was no rush to fill their stomachs. They could afford to care about flavor and nutrition.

Abyss Demons had a terrible reputation, but they were not fools.

Ten years remained before the End of Dharma—not too long, not too short. There was no need to think about sustainable development