After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King

"The world's destruction is nothing more than..."

"..."

Raphael shook his head at the irrelevant comments in front of him. He knew there was no need to say anything more. He simply stood up and looked down at the indifferent onlookers, saying, "Now... it's no longer as simple as the 'Nine Realms Destruction.'"

Raphael said this as he looked down at the Main Plane, where dragons were now swarming in for the battle. *The dragons had realized that this was a true disaster for the world.*

Even the Dragon Realm could not be spared.

"I know, you think it doesn't matter if you die... that nothing has any meaning."

Raphael spoke his final words, reminding the remaining half of the onlookers, saying, "Yes, indeed, it has no meaning because we will all go to our destined places... to Yila's realm."

Half of the onlookers were still unwilling to make an effort. Surprisingly, this also meant that there was another half ready to help the Main Plane and attempt a struggle.

"But don't we know what our final fate will be like? Don't our brothers and sisters in the Main Plane know? Don't the Demons in Hell know? Even the Spirit Realm knows!"

Raphael said this, clenching his fist, looking at Wenresa, who had opened the door to the Main Plane, saying, "Even the Void Realm, the most indifferent Void Realm, is more clear-headed than you at this moment! Even if the end is destined, so what?!"

"Even if it means death! We will choose a splendid death taking everyone down with us!"

Seeing Raphael and a group of onlookers head through the door to the Main Plane, the remaining onlookers looked at each other in silence, while Wenresa remained there... temporarily.

"Are you going?"

Wenresa asked.

"Wenresa... are you ready to help too? Or are you just going to watch the fun?"

One of the onlookers asked, with a look of hesitation, glancing at Wenresa and then at the human woman standing aside, asking, "Aren't you always carefree?"

This question naturally resonated with other onlookers.

Indeed, Wenresa and the human woman had always been indifferent, even leading figures among these laid-back onlookers. They were ultimate hedonists. But now, they seemed to be committed to saving the world.

"Ah, how should I put it?"

Wenresa Iluvita seemed in no hurry to leave. She sat down slowly, saying, "Firstly, it's because we have nothing to do... otherwise?"

Otherwise, what could we do during this time?

"Quietly wait for the world's destruction? That would be too boring... It's better to do something we want to do, like helping out? This way, everyone is happy... sharing the fun is true fun."

Wenresa said this, watching the human woman nodding in agreement, and continued, "Besides, I also feel... I've been indebted for a long time."

"..."

"!!!"

These words shocked everyone, even the human woman was stunned... After all, Wenresa Iluvita never seemed like someone who would feel indebted.

In Wenresa Iluvita's long life, spanning epochs (the author is threatened! She won't let us say!), she had always been a selfish one chasing after fun.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not giving up on fun."

Wenresa Iluvita said this laughing, letting her emerald green hair spread out on the lounge chair behind her, saying, "I feel indebted to Yila... We have been teasing him for a long time."

This wasn't quite accurate because everyone hadn't involved themselves. It wasn't "teasing Yila" but rather "watching Yila's live broadcast for fun."

"But we haven't really given Yila any reward. To use a theater analogy..."

As always, Wenresa used "drama" and "theater" as examples. It had been like this when she first awoke and encountered Yila, and it was the same now at the world's end... Always consistent.

It was hard to tell whether Wenresa had changed or why she had changed slightly.

"We have been watching dramas but never paid for tickets. Isn't it a bit unreasonable? Counting the number of shows, it's no longer just one or two performances."

With Wenresa's words, some of the onlookers seemed thoughtful, and a small part had realized... *Wenresa's motives were not entirely pure; she genuinely wanted to help.*

Could it be she had truly fallen for Yila? That would be quite disgusting, really~

"A show costs about three silver coins. A day has about ten shows, which is thirty silver coins... A quarter would be about three thousand six hundred silver coins, and a year would be about fifteen thousand silver coins."

Wenresa rambled on with her calculations, but the onlookers seemed to enjoy watching her nonsense, listening to the follow-up: "Over the years, we have owed a lot of entrance fees... Now even money doesn't matter."

"..."

Wenresa paused, twisting her neck, and continued, "So, I'll repay the debt with strength... I haven't felt the thrill of battle for a long time, so I've decided to fight to the death, to entertain to death."

Although the onlookers were somewhat tempted, no one had decided to help in the end... Not because they were unwilling, but simply lazy. Frankly, they were just lazy.

So, Wenresa decided to play her trump card.

"In this case, even if Yila has complaints, he won't do anything when inside his body."

Wenresa said this, pointing out the key issue—dying was fine, but after death, Yila was in charge. If they didn't make an effort now, they'd be in trouble later!

"If he really gets annoyed, life afterwards might..."

Wenresa said as she pretended to walk towards the "door," speaking each word with emphasis, "not be fun anymore."

"..."

That made sense!!!

"I've decided!"

"Me too!"

"I have decided as well!"

One of the onlookers quickly stood up, encouraging others to stand up too. They were sweating nervously, finding excuses for their change of heart: "Yes, yes! We've owed Yila so much money!"

"It's time to pay off the tips and tickets we owe!"

"That's right! Today is the day!"

"Take my last admission fee!"

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Onlookers joined the fight!

(Almost everyone)