Walking through the World of the Dead, Mohe selected a soul from each Thought Community they encountered and placed it into his jar.

"Why are you capturing these souls?"

"To create symbolic meaning."

Mohe casually explained and continued to lead the group forward.

The World of the Dead was truly a desolate place. Initially, the sight of such barrenness might still hold some shock, but now, one only felt that the scene before them was so dull.

As one Thought Community after another was crushed, the realm of the dead began to liven up.

"How many more of these beings do we have to defeat?"

Doro landed on the ground, sighing, "These things feel like they just never end."

"Indeed, considering some existence might have spent tens of thousands of years creating them, if we could clear them away in a few strikes, I would doubt if that person has been lazing around all those years," Mohe said confidently, "There's no rush; once I've caused enough destruction, that guy will definitely emerge. The good thing is, I'm not in my prime, so he might just dare to fight me. I should be able to lure him out."

The group could see something illusory gathering in Mohe's palm.

"The so-called authority or symbol isn't something particularly incomprehensible. Beings like us, existing in the world, naturally possess such things—can you learn it, Mr. Doro?"

"Is it really alright for me to learn it?"

Mohe seemed indifferent: "It's fine, after all, it takes a long time to research, whether in magic or alchemy... to become a symbol is something that requires time to hone. The most you could embody would be the symbol of swordsmanship. But I suppose that's meaningless to you, as we're not on the same path."

She openly demonstrated her way of embodying the symbol, then looked at Elf and Roland, "You two should consider who will take on this undead symbol. I must say—once you take on this symbol, you won't easily leave this world. Short breaks are fine, but long departures could cause issues."

"Furthermore, speaking purely from the World of the Dead, this symbol is temporary. As I've mentioned before, after the Goddess created humans, they were ordained to be the true ruling race of the world. As the balance truly establishes, the World of the Dead will gradually dissipate, and this temporary symbol will also fade away. If you can comprehend the realm I share with Mr. Doro before then, you'll have the chance to embrace eternity. If not, what you have is but a pseudo-eternity that will eventually vanish."

Despite her words, the two sisters remained puzzled.

In simple terms—describing it as an 'opportunity' isn't an exaggeration. It's a gift from the Demon King to these two—having a pseudo-eternity, a symbol, then possibly reaching true eternity... Although you could feel from the Demon King's tone that she didn't quite believe the sisters could achieve such a thing, it was nevertheless a great gift, one that words can hardly describe.

Why is she being so kind to them?

"This is part of my struggle against the Goddess... Even though the Goddess hasn't descended personally, her embrace here allows for such actions, which could hardly happen without her tacit consent—are you on my side?"

Mohe's question was slightly probing. Presumably, from the world's perspective, the Snow Elves were undoubtedly part of the Demon King's forces, but in reality, for Elf and Roland, they did not actually follow Mohe's decisions. Mohe had no intention of forcing them to comply with her will.

"Well~ it doesn't matter whether you are loyal to me or to Mr. Doro; it only matters that you're not loyal to the Goddess."

She diverted the topic as if she harbored no expectations for the sisters: "In short—I'm not sure if the Goddess knows we are here, but let's assume she does. If she doesn't show up herself, it means she believes there are things here that could cause me harm—her descent would be very dangerous because Doro and I might team up and kill her... Hmm, even I can't be sure of the situation, so we can only proceed cautiously."

"May I ask you a question, Demon King?"

Roland suddenly spoke.

Mohe paused and looked at her in surprise. This girl was slightly different from Elf. As a Snow Elf, Elf had no magical talent, so she was a warrior, whereas her sister Roland was an actual talented mage. But usually, it was believed that warriors suited short hair better, yet Elf had shoulder-length hair, whereas as a mage, Roland had short hair cut to the ears, with a flower blossom-like earring, giving her quite a charm.

"What is your question?"

"You mentioned earlier that the existence sacrificed an entire race and was ultimately defeated by you—since ten thousand years have passed..."

Her gaze fell on a Thought Community emerging: "These things don't seem capable of doing much to you. Having been defeated by you once, wasn't this decision a bit too reckless?"

"Good question." Mohe turned his back and stepped forward—

Her symbolic left foot moved forward with power, bringing her face-to-face with the Thought Community. With her delicate little hand, she grasped the vast Thought Community—this scene seemed incongruous with the tiny Mohe. She calmly gazed at the Thought Community before her.

Black curses spread across the entity, and then the Thought Community disappeared.

"What do you think of this?"

Mohe turned back and asked.

All three looked puzzled.

"Even our good Mr. Doro would subconsciously think this way, right? The undead aren't human... such thoughts," Mohe pointed out.

She took another step, returning before the three, "When a life form dies, its meaning entirely changes. Mr. Doro, you would get angry because the Elf Queen truly killed Ms. Elf... But in my view, as long as the undead still exist, life still exists. However, for you—in your adventure team, you never did anything like dispersing undead, did you? That's essentially how to make undead disappear."

Doro would not deny it, for that was indeed done before.

"With such thinking, don't you feel undead are quite useful?" Mohe spoke mysteriously, "Things living people shouldn't encounter, allowing undead to take on them seems justified? After all, the undead are already dead, their wisdom incomplete, emotions not intact, feelings damaged, they can't be considered truly human. So sympathy has limits, see, I wiped out a Thought Community just now, and you had no reaction—perhaps many people have disappeared from history."

Doro contemplated, "But to others, even if these undead reincarnate as humans, they don't retain past memories, they are entirely different people—what difference does it make to have one more or one less? The past person being dead is a fact."

"True, for the world, the existence of undead is irrelevant, right? Only at our level do existences become slightly concerned. From the perspective of the Goddess, using undead to reduce the world's burden achieves balance, though this balance itself isn't absolute, merely relative. So undead like this, since 'death', have lost meaning to the world. They'll sooner or later dissipate."

Here she returned her gaze to Roland, "Do you think I'm right, Nakrasa?"

Roland looked confused at Mohe, "Demon King, what are you saying?"

"As a clever Snow Elf, Roland wouldn't ask me such questions under these circumstances, Nakrasa. She would strive to minimize her presence, knowing I'm not one to challenge; she wouldn't have the courage to question me."

Roland laughed.

Or rather, Nakrasa laughed, "Ten thousand years have passed, your appearance might have changed, but you remain ever so lofty."

Doro frowned, seemingly ready to act.

"Don't be impulsive, Mr. Doro, although you could easily defeat him, it's not a wise choice." Mohe tempered Doro and refocused on Nakrasa, "Back then, you amassed significant power to challenge me; I thought that required courage. Now, as you possess this elf, do you think you can defeat me?"

"Of course, this elf is stronger than insects, but certainly does not possess the strength to battle you. I don't think you would consider this body's existence if you were to act. I won't harm her—I only want to ask you one question."

"Oh? You may ask."

"How does the taste of defeat feel?"

Mohe's expression changed in that instant, "I believe you'll soon experience it again, Nakrasa."

Roland's body went limp, and something left her.

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