Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?-Chapter 287 - 289: Reserving a Spot for You Among the Great Demons in the Spirit Realm

Chapter 287: Chapter 289: Reserving a Spot for You Among the Great Demons in the Spirit Realm

“Tsk, the masses are all riled up. I wonder who orchestrated this shift of blame,” Qin Muye mused as he reviewed the intelligence sent back by spies infiltrating the Great Nether Dynasty.

It was unclear who had started the rumor, claiming that he had committed an act of betrayal, taking ten million taels of silver for a set of military equipment which still wasn’t enough, and that he actually betrayed the Great Nether, selling the arms to Demon Worms of the Exotic Realm, leading to the fall of Husheng Pass.

The target of these allegations clearly wasn’t Qin Muye. No matter how furiously the other party ranted, it wouldn’t affect him. On the contrary, with Qin Muye’s disposition, it would just lower their impression of him and, as a result, he would raise his price later on.

“Tsk, just wait until I am free to deal with you,” he threatened.

Qin Muye had plenty of underhanded tricks up his sleeve, like spreading Magic Addiction, promoting luxury goods, and consumerism, among others—various ways to slowly bleed them dry, but none as profitable as arms trade, which was why he didn’t bother with those.

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After all, the Spirit Monsters were busy too. Even if the Skeleton Soldiers had taken over the repetitive tasks of assembly, technical positions still had to be staffed by Spirit Monsters.

Large shipments of arms were being transported to the Western Regions as well as within the Great Nether territory.

The clients in the Great Nether territory weren’t limited to the Great Nether Dynasty; there were also families and schools, acting like two-bit gangsters, forming yet another customer group.

Beyond that, the Spirit Realm’s clientele was inside the Great Nether territory as well, namely, the fanatical followers of various religious sects.

It was Qin Muye who stepped forward to negotiate with the Spirit Realm Three Demons. Of course, before the talks, there had been a fight—the opponents used projections, while Qin Muye had the advantage of his territory, so he won quite handily.

After the fight, negotiations proceeded more efficiently, at least the Three Great Demons weren’t as mindless and dazed as before.

Qin Muye detected something off, such as the possibility that it was all an act.

The chances of one powerful being being a fool were slim, let alone three behaving foolishly at the same time.

Facing Qin Muye’s arms, and after a trial that left them astonished, the Three Great Demons very amiably invited Qin Muye to die and join the Spirit Realm as the Fourth Great Demon, even deciding on a title for him, called ‘Evil.’

As long as there was evil in the world, he would be immortal.

Then Qin Muye very tactfully refused, asserting that he was a good person.

The scene turned incredibly awkward. After the fact, the Spirit Realm Three Demons kindly reminded Qin Muye that whether he was good or not wasn’t the issue, but he was definitely not human. Others might not see it, but as Great Demons, they could see at first glance that beneath Qin Muye’s skin lay the Abyss, unrelated to humanity.

Qin Muye became slightly infuriated, but after another friendly exchange and witnessing Qin Muye’s self-destruct ability, the Spirit Realm Three Demons unanimously agreed that Qin Muye was both a good person and a maniac.

Having established cooperation, Qin Muye hospitably invited the Spirit Realm Three Demons to visit his domain, mentioning that he had already prepared a place for them in the laboratory. Unfortunately, the Three Demons had matters to attend to—one boiling water, another stewing soup, and the third, more preposterous one, claimed his wife was giving birth.

In the end, Qin Muye failed to deceive them into coming, which was truly a pity.

Otherwise, if he had managed to lure them in, he would definitely take a good look at their body structure.

“However, the offer to become the Fourth Great Demon of the Spirit Realm is slightly tempting. It’s just that the title they offered is too poor. Why assign me ‘Evil’? I’d prefer to be ‘Sloth’!”

“Cough cough, alright, the position of ‘Sloth’ isn’t that easy to maintain.”

‘Sloth’ isn’t about anything lascivious but rather pleasure, where all forms of joy could be included.

If that were paired with the widespread dissemination of Magic Addiction, fulfilling the energy of joy could possibly overflow.

However, this didn’t really suit Qin Muye. The Demons were quite frank, suggesting that Qin Muye would be a perfect fit as the Fourth Great Demon of ‘Evil’, but Qin Muye had no intention of dying.

Because if he died, he could only resurrect in his domain.

Moreover, their system didn’t match. First of all, to become a Great Demon, he needed a powerful spirit, which he lacked.

Figures like the Spirit Realm Three Demons and Emperor Shen You all believed Qin Muye was a strong man who worked his way up step by step through cultivation, so a powerful spirit was considered just a basic requirement. Yet, who could have guessed he got there by experimenting and self-transforming step by step?

Cultivation? A 24-hour non-stop meditation regimen probably didn’t count as cultivation. To be honest, if it weren’t for Qin Muye’s penchant for the slightest gain, he wouldn’t even bother with the meditation grind.

Because efficiency when grinding was indeed lacking, he was far better off improving himself.

As for using resources as an external force to prop oneself up? That was a matter of personal perspective.

He didn’t need to engage in battle, as long as he could protect himself. Why should he, like a barbarian, seek a wealth of combat experience and emphasize a solid foundation? He hadn’t seen his own territory grow so large without having put in just a few genuine days of cultivation.

“Master, the installation of the Thunderbolt Divine Artifact Equipment is now fully complete,” Black Hand reported.

“That fast?” Qin Muye was somewhat surprised.

“Actually, it’s a bit slow, Master. If you think about it, each Spirit Monster, although only rank 5, possesses the strength comparable to rank 6. A group of Divine beings working as laborers on construction—isn’t that a bit slow?” Black Hand explained.

“…” Qin Muye somewhat cursed internally, feeling that this comparison made it seem like his power had grown out of control.

In the Magic Continent, rank 6 felt very distant, but now it seemed rather trivial.

“Alright, indeed, it’s a bit slow,” admitted Qin Muye, aware that Spirit Monsters were comparable only in terms of strength but were lacking in many other aspects, such as the various abilities of Divines.

One should not judge an enemy solely by their combat strength but take into account all aspects of their overall quality, such as strategy, management, and other abilities.

If brute force sufficed for victory, neither the True Dragon Emperor nor Emperor Shen You would constantly face constraints.

“Let’s begin the trial run then. If there are no issues, let’s first deal with that group of Intelligent Machines that are blocking our way to resources,” he said.

Qin Muye harbored deep animosity toward the Demon Machine Emperor. The opponent had seized control over a vast resource like the Heavens Beyond Heavens and, though Qin Muye hadn’t gotten a piece of it, the Demon Machine Emperor also seemed intent on competing with him for business.

It seemed as if they had seen the Great Nether Dynasty and the Insect Race fiercely battling, fraying their very nerves, and they were itching to get involved, expand the battleground, or even think of unleashing it without compensation.

Could Qin Muye tolerate this? Earning resources was no easy feat for him and now someone wanted to wreck the market. He had heard of price-gouging, but never of anyone willing to drive prices down.

It was precisely because the Demon Machine Emperor wanted to eradicate the Great Nether that he was so reckless with costs, after all, this was ingrained in his core logic, a code he could never decipher.

Otherwise, with the intelligence level of the opponent, why would they clash head-on with the Great Nether? With their scientific competence, they had at least interstellar-level technology and could easily escape if they wanted to.

“We’ve got to put an end to the Demon Machine Emperor, but those at rank 7 are a bit of a headache. I need to call in some external help…”

Qin Muye was aware that away from his territory, his strength would significantly diminish. Although he intended to confront the Demon Machine Emperor with his entire domain in tow, there remained a deficit in top-tier battle power.

Thus, he needed to invite his Titan relatives over, at least several combat-capable rank 8s to bolster his forces.

“The Horror Universe probably isn’t available. Cronus is constantly leading the Titans through wars from east to west, never ceasing,” he thought.

A few days ago, some news came through the Super Space-Time Transmission Channel, suggesting that they were tangled with God’s enemy, Satan, supposedly omnipotent in Hell, and that Hell was enormously vast, nearly as large as in the fairy tales.

Their fight was fierce to the extreme, to the point where even Cronus had used Qin Muye’s Super Space-Time Transmission Channel to gather many reinforcements from the realms of fairy tales.

For that, Gaia somehow resurrected Typhon and sent him over. Typhon, accompanied by his wife and a legion of monstrous offspring and ancient demons, joined the fray. It was fortunate that the Titan Divine Race was tough and resilient. Plus, being in the realm of fairy tales, they boasted formidable strength.

The desperation of their struggle also made Qin Muye anxious. With the fighting-capable second-generation Titans called away, where would he find help?

He couldn’t trust the chief gods of Olympus—if they should come, what about the problem of them taking over?

“I’ll have to first call upon a few figures I’m closer to; at any rate, they are all rank 8. It would be best to bring over the brothers, Death God and Sleep God,” he decided.

Qin Muye quite admired these two brothers. Despite Sleep God seeming unreliable, even Zeus could not resist his power of sleep.

Death God was even stronger, the true embodiment of Death among the Divine. Perhaps he could directly cause the Demon Machine Emperor to die. This was a matter of authority and rules, not a mere Cultivation Technique or Divine Skills.

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