Why must the devil be Defeated?-Chapter 1089 - 953: Now We’re in Trouble

"To live an ordinary and simple life like a mortal...?"

"To live happily...?"

Shane’s words froze the expression on Pan Demnim’s face, while Lidas and Anima blinked in surprise.

They exchanged glances and saw the confusion in each other’s eyes.

This... doesn’t sound like a bad thing, does it?

Not only is it not a bad thing, but isn’t it something many people wish for from the bottom of their hearts?

Why would this be frightening?

The kind-hearted, pure Goddesses completely missed Shane’s point.

Shane ignored the two Goddesses, staring directly at the frozen-faced Pan Demnim, his words piercing her soul one by one.

"To let you forget everything about this life, and then tell you, in your amnesia, that you have a very ordinary husband and a lovely child, that you love them dearly and wish to live a peaceful, successful life with them—a simple yet happy life—wouldn’t that be beautiful?"

"And if your chosen husband is someone who has lost hope in life, only knowing pain and despair, but gets redeemed because of you, and spends the rest of his life in happiness—wouldn’t that be even better? Then you’d be saving someone, which suits the identity of a Goddess, right?"

"Oh, by the way, it seems Divine Race Goddesses can’t conceive, so how about choosing a child abandoned by their parents, lonely and struggling at the bottom of the world to survive, as your adopted child?"

"In doing so, not only would you save a man, but you’d save a child as well, perhaps more people too."

"Isn’t such a life utterly beautiful?"

Shane’s words, one more beautiful than the last, made one want to smile.

However, Pan Demnim’s face fell, becoming unpleasant and almost nauseous, filled with an inappropriate anger and rejection.

Yes.

To others, it might seem beautiful, but to the Evil God’s ears, it was more sickening than anything filthy.

"You can’t stand such things, can you?"

Shane gave Pan Demnim a mocking look.

"For someone like you, who seeks taboo and pursues what others shouldn’t, this ordinary yet redeeming life is the true pain, isn’t it?"

That’s exactly right.

Pan Demnim could face death, even enjoy pain and despair, but absolutely could not bear everything Shane described.

Having the Evil God, who intends to bring endless suffering to humanity, go and redeem others, save them, and offer them a joyful life?

That would be more unbearable than death!

Shane masterfully seized this Evil God’s weakness.

"Thank my mercy." Shane sneered. "In this world, there hasn’t been an enemy who disgusts me but I treat kindly with a happy and fulfilling life."

"My approach, akin to a Holy Mother, makes me quite the protagonist, doesn’t it?"

"Carry this gratitude and go live the life I’ve arranged for you."

"Once you’ve fully experienced this beautiful, happy life, I will restore your memory and show you just how enviable your second life is."

As these words were spoken, Shane’s hand upon Pan Demnim’s head began to burn with Magic Power.

"[Grant·Forgetfulness]."

With the sound of this Magic Spell, the Magic Power from Shane’s hand invaded Pan Demnim’s mind.

"Wait... wait!"

Pan Demnim finally couldn’t take it anymore and cried out in distress.

Shane ignored her pleas, letting his Magic Power delve deeper into Pan Demnim’s mind.

Pan Demnim then felt clearly her memories being invaded.

Then the Evil God experienced fear in her heart, struggling desperately and shouting.

"What you want, I’ll tell!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, the Magic Power invading Pan Demnim’s mind dissipated immediately.

Shane withdrew his Magic Power too, looking at Pan Demnim’s fearful face indifferently.

"Could’ve done it earlier, couldn’t you?"

Like finishing a trivial, uninteresting chore, Shane withdrew his palm.

"Tch..."

Pan Demnim clicked her tongue, her gaze towards Shane completely changed.

Now she had some shrinking fear, some regret.

She indeed regretted.

Regretted coming to the Royal Capital, to the Beizut Family, and interacting with this Hero.

This Hero was entirely different from past Heroes, lacking the dignity of a Hero, rather like a ruthless executioner.

Such a person, to be a Hero instead of a Demon Clan demon, Pan Demnim truly couldn’t believe.

Even Lidas and Anima looked at Shane with peculiar stares.

Those eyes were complex, speechless.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Shane was completely unaware, merely puzzled.

Who knew, after a moment of silence, both Lidas and Anima extended a hand to Shane’s shoulders.

"Don’t get too close to demons in the future; it’s not good for your upbringing."

"We’ll frequently find time to accompany you and have good chats."

The two greatest beings of the Divine Race both gently spoke to Shane with tender words.

Their demeanor was just like seeing their precious child gone astray, wanting to scold and admonish, yet afraid of triggering rebellion, so they could only care for him lovingly, hoping to drag him back to the right path and make a fresh start.

"You guys..."

Shane’s mouth twitched, holding back the urge to squeeze the extremely elastic and voluptuous parts of these two goddesses.

You’re the ones who’ve gone astray! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

"Weren’t you going to ask her questions?" Shane said in a very unfriendly tone: "Are you going to ask or not?"

"Ahem..."

Lidas and Anima immediately coughed dryly, avoiding Shane’s unfriendly gaze and tone, and turned towards Pan Demnim.

Lidas stepped forward first.

"Evil God Pan Demnim." Lidas straightforwardly asked, "I ask you, where is your headquarters?"

This was the matter everyone most wanted to clarify right now.

Pan Demnim remained silent, clearly showing reluctance to cooperate.

However, upon seeing Shane slowly raise his hand, which was also swirling with the same magic power from before, the evil god felt a panic internally and ultimately chose to compromise.

"...We don’t have a headquarters."

Pan Demnim unwillingly spoke out.

"No headquarters?"

Shane, Lidas, and Anima were all taken aback.

"What do you mean by no headquarters?"

Anima frowned and questioned.

Pan Demnim snorted coldly and responded.

"It’s just as it sounds," Pan Demnim said in a deep voice. "The newly formed [Primordial Demon] does not have such a thing as a headquarters."

"Whether it’s the evil gods, the Humans who defected, or the Old Demon Clan Faction from the former [Primordial Demon], each has their own freedom of action with virtually no interaction."

"Including myself, all those who joined the new [Primordial Demon] converse with Danass through communication magic or magic tools, receiving his arrangements and instructions."

"But other than that, we have no further interactions. Danass himself only appears before a select few, and no one knows where he is."

These words caused Shane’s and the others’ brows to furrow tightly.

"Is this true?" Lidas couldn’t even accept it, saying, "A terrorist organization that started a world war, yet it has no base of operations, it’s hard to believe."

"Exactly," Anima said in disbelief. "Don’t you need to coordinate, discuss, and formulate strategies against your enemies?"

This question was met with ridicule from Pan Demnim.

"Coordinate? Discuss?" Pan Demnim sneered, "Do you think it’s possible for us to do such things?"

The two goddesses fell silent.

Shane did as well.

He understood what Pan Demnim meant.

"On our side, there are either eccentric evil gods or individuals willing to betray both the Human Race and Divine Race for their own ambitions, plus factions of the Old Demon Clan who see the Divine Race and Human Race as mortal enemies, longing to return to the era of the three-clan wars a thousand years ago. How could a group like that trust each other to coordinate and discuss?"

Pan Demnim, unsure if he was mocking others or himself, said such words.

"That rich brat probably didn’t intend to forcibly gather us problematic children together. It would just cause more problems that way."

"So, he happily lets us act freely, claiming as long as we contact him regularly and accept his arrangements and instructions, we can do whatever we want and he won’t impose any restrictions. He’ll even help hide our tracks so no one can find us."

"In other words, we’ll all have contact with Danass but no contact with each other. That young master uses his exceptional intellect to assign us to the most suitable tasks and roles, creating chaos in the world and thus maintaining an organized activity."

"Under such circumstances, how could we possibly have something like a headquarters?"

These words made Shane, Lidas, and Anima’s expressions gradually become serious.

"To think they maintain such a colossal global organization’s operation this way...?"

Anima could hardly believe her ears.

"Is that demon named Danass a monster?"

Lidas was also filled with disbelief.

Though Shane said nothing, like Lidas and Anima, he too felt the terrifying nature of the existence named Danass.

"So you don’t know where Danass is?"

Shane turned his gaze to Pan Demnim.

"I don’t know," Pan Demnim said coldly. "I know the whereabouts of a few evil gods I have some contact with, but other than that, I know no one and might not even recognize them."

"...Is this true?" Lidas asked once again, fixing her eyes on Pan Demnim, and said, "You’re not lying to us, are you?"

"That’s right," Anima also became cautious, looking at Pan Demnim with suspicion, and said, "If it were you, you could likely come up with a lie of this degree on the fly, couldn’t you?"

Because Pan Demnim is the God of Deceit, after all?

Though she often deceived certain concepts to exert the power of her authority, as the God of Deceit, deceiving others was likewise not difficult.

However...

"I would only deceive for myself, never for others."

Pan Demnim showed a disdainful expression.

His words carried an inexplicable persuasiveness.

Shane, Lidas, and Anima all immediately shared a single thought.

"Now we’re in trouble."