Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

“Confirming death, cause of death... visceral failure leading to sudden death... Suspicions of homicide have been ruled out, and it has been determined that Evan's death has no relation to Dean Nis. Thank you for cooperating with our investigation, Dean Nis.”

Facing the investigator's summary, the tentacle creature, Dean Nis, simply nodded shakily, and then, as if losing a beloved item, staggered out the door.

This scene made the investigator smile knowingly—Dean Nis's hobbies were well-known to everyone.

After leaving the room, Dean Nis stumbled all the way back to his home, but his expression suddenly changed.

“As expected, this method works well, just need to slow down a bit to avoid problems being discovered by others.”

A low murmur escaped from Nis's mouth, and at the same time, memories belonging to Nis surged uncontrollably.

The entire process was simple, just a method of substitution—Evan's corpse could be preserved by Wen Yu in the Netherworld.

As for the injuries on Evan's body, it was even simpler; with Wen Yu's means, he could make Evan die however he wanted! As for the absence of the soul, that was indeed a bit tricky, but soul system experts weren't common, and since Evan's identity wasn't high, he could easily brush it off.

This was the method Wen Yu came up with in a short time—by continuously changing identities, he would discreetly seek clues related to the origin pool. Overall, the progress was slow, but it was safe; in the Demon Palace, Wen Yu couldn't afford to act recklessly.

Tasks are precious, but life is even more valuable; yes, life should be the most valuable.

So, everything seemed to calm down.

...

However, this calm did not last long.

A week later, an inspection team from higher authorities visited the Demon Realm Gate Research Institute for an inspection. Just as everyone was welcoming the higher-ups, the institute's director, Nis, suddenly fell ill and died in his office.

The circumstances of his death were identical to Evan's. In an instant, the entire institute was in an uproar, questioning whether the director's office had become a cursed place, and naturally, this inspection ended without resolution.

They hurriedly left, taking away the source of it all.

Everything seemed eerily silent...

...

A month later, at the 824th level underground of the Demon Palace.

In the bustling night of a chaotic city, this place was called Neerles, a super city dominating the entire 824th level of the Demon Palace!

At the same time, this city was also the lowest point of the entire Demon Palace, which had 1998 levels; below it, there were only certain laboratories and forbidden areas.

At the One-Ear Bar, accompanied by the piercing sounds of heavy metal music, the bar door was quietly pushed open, and a tall Bull Demon stepped inside.

This Bull Demon had an imposing stature and appeared strong; however, the glasses perched on his nose and his neatly dressed formal attire brought him an air of refinement.

Following the Bull Demon into the bar were three ancient demons dressed in formal attire, entering the place as well.

From an imposing standpoint, compared to the burly Bull Demon, the three ancient demons behind him seemed more like warriors—it's evident that this was the scene of a boss accompanied by three bodyguards.

The loud heavy metal music continued to blare as the main figure and his three subordinates quickly mixed into the crowd, looking like they were just seeking entertainment, until the Bull Demon pushed through the crowd and made his way to the bar.

“One glass of Crimson Song, thank you.”

“Ding~~~”

Accompanied by the sound of the magic crystal clashing against the table, the bartender soon brought over a glass of red liquid, which the Bull Demon gulped down in one go. After that, slightly tipsy, he casually scanned the surroundings.

The three bodyguards melted into the crowd, constantly swaying their agile forms, appearing to have fully integrated into the lively atmosphere. However, the Bull Demon’s powerful perception told him that these three were diligently fulfilling their mission—protecting their employer, Secretary-General Nis of Neerles...