"Rather than remain slaves for generations and suffer oppression, we might as well stake everything on one fight!"
At this point, a trace of pride entered Demon King Anber's voice.
"Our ancestors believed that, since the Devil Army treated this world with such gravity, it must be a world capable of contending with Hell."
"So, back then, he made a decision: win or lose, they would remain in this world. If the Devils won, they would continue serving as cannon fodder until their race died out. If this world won, they would slip into it and become its inhabitants!"
"Our ancestors' gamble paid off. When they followed the Devil Lord who commanded them into this world and were scattered in all directions to slaughter its inhabitants, they quietly broke away from the main force, hid among the mountains and forests, and waited for the outcome of the war."
"They had originally given this world only a one-in-ten chance, but they never expected its Divine Clan to be so immensely powerful, capable of contending with the Devil Race, which had swept across countless worlds."
"Especially you, Your Majesty-you actually fought six Demon Kings alone! What a glorious feat that was!"
"Eventually, our ancestors heard that the war had ended. Led by the God King and aided by the Angels, the Gods and the various races had won the war, and my ancestors could finally breathe a sigh of relief."
"The plan had succeeded, but to integrate into this world, our ancestors decided to intermarry with its Human Race and leave behind mixed-blood descendants. No pure-blooded Devil offspring would be acknowledged or allowed to be born!"
"Moreover, our ancestors regarded themselves as lonely souls and wandering ghosts left in the Mortal Realm, so they established themselves as the Devil Ghost Race and