This was utterly unreasonable. After all, no one would stand by and watch an enemy grow powerful.
The World Alliance now had over two hundred Microcosms again.
Recently, they had been frantically taking in the surrounding Microcosms, until the area around them was packed to bursting.
The Demon Emperor did not particularly approve of this strategy.
Wasn't this digging away at someone else's foundations?
These were other people's rations-their supply bases, ore bases, and origin bases.
They had all been left there specifically for their owners' use.
Now the alliance had taken them all under its wing.
The Demon Emperor felt this was a path to disaster.
But when he had raised the issue before, the other members of the Six-Person Council had brushed it aside, even arguing back.
They had reached their current strength by constantly drawing Microcosms into their ranks. How could they change their strategy?
If they abandoned these Microcosms...
These one-star and two-star worlds would eventually become fodder for three-star worlds, serving as cradles for nurturing their powerful fighters.
That was unfair to any world.
The Demon Emperor was utterly speechless.
He had no idea why they had become such bleeding hearts.
Still, they had a point. This was a path, too: uniting the weak to resist the strong.
Though this road was somewhat harder, there was indeed precedent for it.
At the very least, they had already succeeded once.
The Demon Emperor did not stop them.
He did not attach much importance to the World Alliance.
After all, it was merely a means of drawing on outside power. He could borrow that power to buy time, but he would never truly devote his efforts to it.
The Demon Emperor said nothing more and let them act as they pleased.
Of course, at the crucial moment