Cheng Yu ignored the system's snide remarks. The bastard was just jealous of him. But when he opened the script, his expression darkened at once. There were already passages he could no longer recognize.
No, rather, he recognized some of the words but could not understand what they meant. Fortunately, he could still infer a few things from the rest of the script. Overall, things were still under control, and the play was still following his script.
It looked like his physical resurrection was drawing near, too...
Meanwhile, after parting ways with Cheng Yu, Grete had gone not to the sandbox world but to the real world. As an Abyssal Demon and a former member of its upper ranks, if there was anyone besides the abyssal will who understood the seven Demon Emperors-the true decision-makers of the Abyss-best...
It was unquestionably Grete, the foremost Archlord. As for why the ones calling the shots in the Abyss were the Demon Emperors rather than the abyssal will, that came down to a misconception Cheng Yu had always held. He had always assumed the abyssal will directed the Abyss's actions. In fact, its true decision-makers were the Demon Emperors.
In the Abyss, the abyssal will was a legend. Aside from the powerful greater demons, almost no demons even knew it existed. It was more like the Abyss itself, present everywhere yet impossible to perceive.
Thus, the Demon Emperors standing at the pinnacle of all demons were its rulers in practical terms.
And Cheng Yu's misconception arose solely because Yog stood behind him. That was all.
As the one closest to the Demon Emperors, Grete was therefore the "person" who understood them best. He knew their temperaments and their twisted tastes all too well.
Moreover, Grete knew he was still useful to His Eminence.