Published: March 2, 2025
Tang Haofei's tone was filled with resentment, clearly dissatisfied with the results of the research department's work.
Wen Yu, however, simply advised him a couple of times before ending the communication.
His gaze returned to the experimental platform, watching the four bizarre substances writhing incessantly. Wen Yu's expression was emotionless as he carefully contemplated. After a moment, he took out an item from his Spatial Ring.
It was about the size of a palm, its surface pitch black, with a spindle shape resembling an arrowhead.
After quickly checking the attributes of the item in his hand, Wen Yu immediately thrust it into the writhing Variant Soul Puppet.
Accompanied by a “creak” sound, as if the Variant Soul Puppet was howling in agony, from the perspective of soul perception, there were no wounds on the Variant Soul Puppet, but the origin power within it dropped sharply in that instant.
“Not bad.”
Playing with the item in his hand, Wen Yu nodded slightly.
He had already found a method to restrain the Variant Soul Puppet… but it was only a restraint, not a complete extermination.
…
The invasion of the spirit of the demon lord into the Demon Palace was as fierce as a raging fire, while the response from the Demon Palace was like a delicate girl facing a muscular man, trembling in fear with no power to resist.
Eight months later.
The incarnation of the spirit of the demon lord stood in the space of Demon Palace Layer -115. With red light flickering on its body, countless lava giants surged out from the incarnation, rushing in all directions.
The Variant Soul Puppet Legion was once again going into battle.
Thus, the tide of defeat for the Demon Palace could no longer be overturned.
In just three years, when Wen Yu was lounging by the swimming pool in his backyard wearing beach shorts, Bai visited once more.
“The Demon Palace is nearly finished. At most, in three days, the spirit of the demon lord will reach Layer 997. Do you want to go see the excitement?”
Bai said this while a white light flickered in his hand.
With a quick glance, Wen Yu recognized that this white light was a portable teleportation array technique created by the sovereign himself—likely a welfare for his employees to take a free trip to the Demon Palace.
“Not slow at all…”
Wen Yu did not answer Bai's question directly; he merely expressed his amazement at the speed of the spirit of the demon lord.
The expected results were supposed to take at least ten years, but he didn't expect the spirit of the demon lord to compress that time by more than half.
“So? Do you think the Demon Palace can escape disaster after this?”
Seeing that Wen Yu did not respond to his invitation, Bai retracted the portable teleportation array. He sat beside Wen Yu, casually grabbed a can of beer, and took a big gulp.
The two sat in silence, staring at the air, until Bai broke the silence once again.
“Then I’ll take that as you not going.”
“Hmm, I wasn't planning to get involved in this matter again anyway,” Wen Yu replied.
“Expected… but I want to remind you of one more thing.”
“You say.”
“You should understand the principle of ‘when the lips are gone, the teeth are cold’, right?”
Wen Yu fell silent, then nodded.
“I understand… but…”
“You want to say that if it were up to you, you wouldn't have any way to manage it, right?”
“Correct, that’s what I mean.”
Wen Yu didn’t mind revealing his helplessness—now the Demon Palace even needed the sovereign's intervention to survive for a while longer. Given the situation, Wen Yu simply didn't have the ability to take over this mess.
He didn’t want to do nothing; he understood that the demon lord valued him. Between Wen Yu and the demon lord, they were much closer than the sovereign or the spirit of the demon lord.
If the demon lord's situation improved, Wen Yu could also benefit from it.
But sometimes, the key to solving a problem isn’t your attitude, but your ability. Some problems can’t be resolved simply because you want to.