Graz'zt had no intention of paying attention to that Undead little couple he could not make heads or tails of... Undead simply were not worth understanding.
Obviously, even the ambitious black-clad Knight before him had not considered whether he himself could open the gateway to this new world after hearing how many and how great the benefits of the Bottomless Abyss were.
Graz'zt did not believe the Undead could not enter the Bottomless Abyss... on Telashir, the Six-Armed Serpent Fiend the Undead had killed had been one of his subordinate's subordinates.
That region could barely be considered his territory.
Telashir itself counted as a world he had opened up.
It was just that, for the moment, such a thriving world had never been the Bottomless Abyss's first choice.
There were so many worlds on the brink of destruction!
Even though he dearly wanted the Abyssal Will's favor, he would not kick an Adamantine plate that hard for a world he could obtain at any time.
Gazing into the distance... Graz'zt still felt somewhat reluctant to let go.
That twenty-meter-long whale made of Adamantine... was far too tempting.
Even if the Cloud Realm had been delivered right before him, he might not have drooled this much.
Yet it was a descendant of the World Tree.
The cleverest thing Graz'zt had done in climbing from an overlooked Greater Demon to his current position as a Demon Prince was never provoking beings he absolutely could not afford to provoke... the sort the Bottomless Abyss would never save him from.
The World Tree was exactly the sort of existence even the Bottomless Abyss dared not do much against.
If this little fellow named Hill and the world behind him had stood in the path of Graz'zt's ascent to becoming the Demon King, then Graz'zt