In this world, there aren't many things that can unsettle Mohe, and Doro is certainly one of them.

No matter how calmly and composedly Mohe usually acts, it's an undeniable fact that she lost to Doro. Being butchered and turned into this current girl form are facts. She surely possesses the ability to start over, and she believes she has a certain degree of control over Doro now. He will not easily make a move against her. Her understanding of him has become even deeper—someday, she will completely control this man.

But a loss is a loss.

The Demon King, having existed for ages, overlooking all things, lost to the Hero A·Gedora and lost everything. Now, she even has to live watching a Hero's face... There's no denying that.

This man named Doro has many flaws, such as always hesitating at important moments, not being very smart, and having a drinking problem, making lewd jokes about girls, and many other flaws. However, he has one advantage, which is extreme strength and violence. He wields the power to change the world in his hands.

At this stage, Mohe has no way to deal with this power.

She has thought of ways to surpass Doro, but that's still in progress. The existence called Nakrasa undoubtedly hits Mohe's sore spot, but it's true that Mohe does feel angry because of it. The Great Demon King can maintain calm most of the time because she views the world from a superior position, but such matters obviously make it impossible for her to remain detached.

She is genuinely angered by such matters.

After Nakrasa's departure, Mohe spent several seconds adjusting her state, then resumed her smile: "It's just a ghost who lost ten thousand years ago, provoking me like this is merely to vent. This indicates he hasn't prepared thoroughly enough, trying to disrupt my mind for some purpose. He's a foolish man—thinking back…"

As if the earlier失态 never happened, she calmly and composedly looked at Doro: "Mr. Doro, what do you think? About the fact that I once lost to you."

Doro remembered this topic,

Once, Mohe embraced him, saying: "No matter what, you are the one who defeated me. This is an honor you should remember for eternity."

So, at this moment, Doro told her too: "I think this is something quite honorable, even though now I am unworthy of the title of Hero, but having defeated you is indeed something worth boasting about."

"That's great~ Mr. Doro~ Since Mr. Nakrasa is already prepared to oppose us, we shouldn't keep him waiting too long."

Elf was holding Roland, making sure he was alright, then asked: "Who exactly is this Nakrasa?"

"As I told you, sacrificing his entire race ten thousand years ago to resist my existence."

Mohe explained: "However, unlike Mr. Doro, who thought he was a messenger of justice at the time and needed to crusade against evil me—Nakrasa is a genuine tyrant. If the current Human King is a Wise King, then Nakrasa is purely an Overlord—he challenged me because he didn't allow anyone to stand higher than him. He is an arrogant guy without mercy or compassion in his heart, considering himself the center of the world, fully confident he could win when challenging me."

She recalled past events: "He felt he was a being born in accordance with the will of the world, a creature like him appearing in the world was meant to dominate all, claiming to be the absolute ruler of the world... Although the fact proved that his strength couldn't match his ambition, even after exhausting everything, he never defeated me. However, what he arranged over thousands of years, I do have a bit of interest, like I said, a little surprise."

Elf had a serious expression: "This sounds like someone who doesn't match well with Doro."

"Yes, I do not deny it. He likely would quite disdain Mr. Doro, right? After all, Mr. Doro possesses the power he once couldn't have, defeated me, and lives in such a stifling way. For this Overlord, he probably cannot understand this no matter what."

At this point, Mohe cheekily said: "Mr. Doro, he might even scold you."

She seemed somewhat gleeful: "However, I must say, you could learn a thing or two from him. If it were him, the members of the Hero Squad would have long become his harem, each staying quietly at home and raising children, wouldn't have turned out like you now?"

"..."

Doro found it hard to reply to this.

"Well~ of course, it's all just a joke." Mohe shifted the topic, "Just do things at your own pace. As I said, you have the greatest freedom, you have the right to be willful. If he dares to insult you, you can just smash him with your fist."

Doro looked at Mohe doubtfully: "Are you intending for me to deal with Nakrasa? Isn't his target you?"

Mohe immediately put on a pitiful look, running to Doro's side and hugging his arm: "Mr. Doro! Are you willing to see such a cute girl like me fight such a guy? Clearly, such a cute girl like me should only need to be responsible for being cute!"

She could really pull off such a thing!

"I will take action depending on the situation."

This genuinely surprised Mohe, she let go of Doro's arm and looked at him with curiosity: "You are willing to help me?"

"No matter what, right now I bear the name of Tearing Celestial King, am I not your subordinate?"

"Oh... My subordinate~ that does sound quite nice~"

Mohe paced forward with her hands behind her back, leaving everyone with only her back.

...

Hatred for the Demon King?

Nakrasa never felt that he hated the Demon King. He once became the king of the world, but above the king of the world, there was an existence called the Demon King—at first, he thought the Demon King was a similar being to himself. He thought the opponent was merely a rival he needed to expend effort to defeat. He never imagined a scenario where he might lose.

But the result was extremely laughable.

In the process of expanding territories, the Demon Race was just an obstacle that needed clearing, and the Demon King was merely an opponent who had to be defeated—yet he was easily conquered.

Magic formed into arrows, and the Demon King drew his bow from an incredibly distant place, shooting through him, crossing over mountains and opposing troops, nailing him to the ground.

His vitality was tenacious; even when most of his organs shattered inside him, he did not die. It was only the first time in his life that he felt fear, felt what the existence named the Demon King truly was—the opponent had never once even glanced at him—he didn't see the point in meeting.

From then on, his obsession became defeating the Demon King.

To defeat the Demon King, he would pay any price, even sacrificing his entire kind. But when he came before the Demon King, carrying the power of his entire race.

When he finally saw the true form of the Demon King, he was defeated.

The Demon King's combat technique?

Perhaps using combat technique to describe it is inappropriate, as it merely reflected the Demon King's power—it was only targeted at his own body. The entire race's power had already collapsed. He realized his actions were foolish, that this power couldn't defeat the Demon King. To win against the Demon King, outside help was meaningless; only by achieving great strength himself could he possibly confront the Demon King.

He died.

His soul returned to the embrace of the Goddess, where he met the Goddess.

"Nakrasa, do you wish to defeat the Demon King?"

The Goddess asked.

Is there any need to ask? The Goddess is indeed foolish...

"Of course! I'll do whatever it takes!"

"Then let the souls of this world become your power."

The Goddess made a pact with him.

Then, time began to rapidly flow—the World of the Dead was never visited for a whole ten thousand years; the Demon King seemed to have forgotten the existence of the World of the Dead. He never visited this place nor intervened in anything happening here.

This was a good thing; the Demon King knew nothing of what he was doing in the World of the Dead, bringing him ever closer to his goal, ever closer to that realm.

Yet...

The closer he got, the clearer things became.

The closer he got, the more sorrowful he felt.

The closer he got, the more despair he felt.

At the thousand-year mark, he felt he was only one step away—by the ninth thousand years, he still felt he was one step away. Whenever he recalled the Demon King's fist, he realized the weight of the Demon King's punch—he knew he wasn't a match for the Demon King.

At the ten-thousand-year point, the Demon King died.

This was a very laughable matter. At the moment he sensed the disappearance of the Demon King's presence in the World of the Dead, Nakrasa was terrified.

A being stronger than the Demon King was born.

He was still one step away; he still...

Someone was stronger than the Demon King.

Then, has everything he did over these ten thousand years had any meaning?

So what if he defeated the Demon King? Could he defeat the existence that conquered the Demon King? Ultimately, now he's just a spirit, even if he won, so what? Could he still go back and dominate the world?

He abruptly realized that he seemingly no longer knew what he wanted to do.

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