Hyper-Dimensional Player

"The death of your father, the chaos in Zerata, it’s all your fault."

Trasia remained unmoved upon hearing this, only a hint of a cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Ridiculous.

Since when can a tool person bear such a big blame?

If it weren’t for the Dark Monarch’s plot against the Goddess of Wealth Shirek, today’s disaster wouldn’t have happened. Even if she hadn’t been chosen, the Dark Monarch would have picked some other offspring. She, a tool person, was merely climbing upward, fighting for her own interests, even at the cost of serving with feigned loyalty and paying a considerable price.

Trasia’s will was incredibly determined.

Unlike the much-favored Asas, whose mother had an extraordinary status, he arrived at the Bottomless Abyss with a high position.

Trasia climbed up step by step, with knives and guns, from an overlooked offspring to the most cherished daughter, not knowing how many enemies she had killed, nor how many siblings she had dealt with.

"No matter what."

"I must climb to the top, and sit on the throne of the Silver Palace." Trasia’s gaze was icy cold.

The Bottomless Abyss has no morality.

With the death of the Dark Monarch, her siblings must quickly determine victory before other demon lords invade, engaging in brutal combat akin to refining venomous insects, until one last victor emerges to control the three-tier domain of Zerata.

Glazest’s offspring are all naturally rebellious.

Asas’ demon guards appeared, instantly escalating the intensity of the battlefield, though not yet matching the fierce battle outside the Silver Palace, high-tier demons began surfacing in considerable numbers.

Even more surprising, Zor Elf assassins appeared within Zerata’s city.

"Be careful!"

"Asas’ mother might have sent someone too," said the half-demon mage hastily donning the High Priest’s robe, his voice tense.

Trasia nodded solemnly upon hearing this.

Many believed Asas’ mother was captured by Glazest, just a minor clan’s Zor matriarch, a cover up orchestrated by the Dark Monarch, who captured a Zor matriarch especially for training.

In truth, Asas’ birth was one of Glazest’s masterpieces.

He seduced the Spider Goddess Rose’s most cherished priestess—Ikelifda, enticing her to believe in the Ancient Eye of Elements, leading to massive chaos in the Zor city of Illenhee-Sinru, ultimately affecting the Deep Pit Demon Realm.

This was Asas’ true origin.

No one noticed that among Glazest’s crazily fighting offspring vying for the Demon Monarch position, a resurrected half-demon was also rampaging chaotically within Zerata.

In the brief time they negotiated, in a distant alley, from Razor Fighters to Shadow Demon Assassins, all had perished by that man’s hand.

"Are you insane?"

"Why kill your own allies?"

Inside a demon sword, the attached Sword Spirit Demon trembled, barely believing its own eyes.

Though demons of the Bottomless Abyss are indeed mad, not many are mad enough to slay their own.

Duncan’s human form slowly emerged from the alley.

Behind him lay a ground full of corpses, among them were those wielding swords like him, comparable to an Elder Warrior, and also Shadow Demon Assassins loyal to Trasia. Empowered by the multitude of corpses, the Sword Spirit Demon within the sword was astonished to find its ’master’ had transformed slightly.

That was the aura of the Legendary!

It was shocked by Duncan’s sudden betrayal of allies, not realizing Duncan’s power grew ever stronger as he slew Razor Fighters.

Slay enemies and allies alike!

With the death of Dark Monarch Glazest, the three-tier realm will surely plunge into prolonged chaos and turmoil. Now’s the time to cut down more people for power, this newly captured human form might not even survive the chaos otherwise.

"What’s the situation?"

A silhouette appeared from afar, a high-tier Elder Warrior wielding a demon sword, swiftly approaching.

The Sword Spirit Demon suddenly fell silent.

The next moment.

Blood burst forth.

The leader of the Razor Legion died directly under Duncan’s blade, confusion and disbelief lingered in his eyes at the moment of death, not understanding why this Elder loyal to Asas suddenly betrayed.

"If I say nothing, will you spare me?"

The Sword Spirit Demon shivered.

It already realized its master had ’changed.’

"Yes."

Duncan calmly nodded, slowly said, "Swear loyalty to me, I can grant you a law of the Demon Domain."

"Help you become a demon lord commanding the Sword Spirit Demons."

Use whatever is available.

In the Bottomless Abyss, never be picky.

This newly captured human form is an unexpected surprise, no need to carefully operate as on the Material Plane, just develop by slaying people in the three-tier realm.

With so many offspring of the Dark Monarch, internecine fighting is inevitable.

This gap in time.

Is the prime time for him to enjoy slaying and growing rapidly, he might directly raise the human form into a demon lord.

Conveniently, once Duncan takes over the three-tier realm, he also needs to choose a demon lord agent from them, if no suitable demon appears, then choose one’s own avatar as the agent.

Given his position, even the gods can’t detect any anomaly.

One path of justice, the other of evil.

Mastering both pathways.

Duncan feels a strong inkling that in this world he might push the concept of God of Gods, if Shirek dared to do it, now with a good hand he opens the game and thinks big.

Once the human form on the Material Plane settles the score and receives the Goddess of Wealth Shirek’s boon, it’s highly likely it has entered the demigod domain.

With this duality, not only can he ascend to godhood, but also cause disruption to others.

It’s a well-known fact.

If an Ascender lacks enough renown or prestige to intimidate demons, their apotheosis ritual is likely to be disrupted by demon lords.

In other words, Duncan holds half the Gatekeeper’s authority.

If you can’t even defeat demons, do you still wish to ascend?

He can become an obstacle to any Ascender at any time.

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