"Is there anything else?"

"No, that's all!"

"Take care, Lord Demon King!"

"Oke is waiting for your return!"

Watching the servant who was seeing him off, Luo Yan waved his hand in response and then channeled magic power into the teleportation circle, bathing in a pale green light.

The teleportation circle was activating.

Once the teleportation circle in Demon City was also fully charged, a pathway spanning subspace would be formed between the two circles, establishing a point-to-point connection.

This method of teleportation, although costly and susceptible to interference, was extremely efficient and particularly suitable for long-distance deployment of a small number of elite executives and strategic resources.

Watching the increasingly blurred lights and shadows in the teleportation room, Luo Yan suddenly sighed lightly and said,

"Youyou, how can we recruit more genuine talents to work for me?"

Youyou spoke softly.

"Doesn't Miranda, whom you recently swayed, count?"

Luo Yan said,

"She counts, but it's too few."

Youyou continued softly,

"Lord Demon King... Youyou still thinks that talents can only be attracted, not swayed, right?"

Luo Yan thought for a moment, finding this statement quite reasonable, so he gave up with a sigh.

"You're right."

Youyou said, half-laughing, half-crying.

"Don't give up so soon, Lord Demon King. You are destined to become a god—"

Before Youyou's words had finished, the Demon King, carrying his luggage, transformed into a stream of emerald light and disappeared with a pop at the center of the magic circle.

Watching the colorful particles dart past him like a kaleidoscope, Luo Yan felt as if the entire planet had flipped over beneath his feet, instantaneously crossing the Vortex Sea and the vast ocean, dispatching him from the heart of human society to the deepest regions of Hell.

Meanwhile, at the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Demon City, Deputy Director Grien, standing outside the teleportation room, wore a look of surprise on his face.

"This magic power fluctuation..."

Is it of silver level?!

Incredible—

He distinctly remembered that the last time they met, the popular junior was merely a humble human at the bronze level.

Was it because he was carrying some treasure in his luggage?

Or maybe the eggs of a high-level demon beast...

Grien fell into deep thought.

The idea of rising from bronze to silver in just two months was beyond belief, so he did not even consider that possibility.

Meanwhile, at the center of the teleportation circle,

The pale green light erupting from the circle's core gradually solidified, forming a blade-like incision in the space and welcoming the Demon King who had traveled over ten thousand kilometers.

The scene before him gradually sharpened, and Luo Yan, caught in breathless attention, slowly exhaled the stale breath in his chest and loosened his grip on the suitcase, casually moving his shoulders.

The experience of traveling via a teleportation circle was not pleasant, described specifically as "condensing the torture of sitting on a flight for over ten hours into a few seconds, with an infinite extension in the spiritual world."

Before graduating, he had wondered why demons didn't simply use teleportation circles but instead opted for whimsically pulling carriages with flying horses.

Now, it seemed it wasn't that the high-level demons were unwise, but rather he had been too shabby in his understanding, unaware of the luxuries of private jets.

"Kikikiki..."

The familiar laughter suddenly came from the shadows nearby, interrupting Luo Yan's thoughts and causing the just-stabilized man to shiver slightly.

Realizing something, Luo Yan turned around and looked in the direction of the sound, indeed spotting a familiar figure.

Her soft pink hair hung like silk on her shoulders, the tips curling slightly upward with a hint of demonic cunning. The true signs of a high-level demon—horns, wings, and tail—were subtly concealed with magic.

Luo Yan could tell that his old classmate had changed significantly.

Whether it was her style of dressing, the aura that radiated from within, or even the subtly exuded scent of her perfume, everything was vastly different from her frivolous student days.

Only the wine-red, heart-shaped pupils and the allure passively emitted, whether intentional or not, remained as ever, inappropriate to the occasion.

Unfortunately.

The current Luo Yan was no longer the stubborn bronze of old; even without stacking mental resistance buffs for himself, he could easily exempt himself from the effects of such a low-level mental spell.

However, she seemed unaware.

Watching Luo Yan who appeared "stunned", Mia's smile grew even brighter, as if she had successfully played a prank.

She chuckled, scrutinizing him from head to toe with a provocative gaze and lightly covering her lips as she spoke.

"Long time no see, dear Luo Yan," she said,

"Or should I use a different address—"

"Maybe, 'respected Bronze Demon King'~?"

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