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

"Meow, meow, meow~"

"Meow, meow, meow~"

"Gurr, gurr, gurr~"

"..."

*Today, the Demon King Territory really became a place that would make cat enthusiasts ecstatic. An uncountable number of cats were born in this area prepared for Cat Worms!*

*The sounds of Cat Cars called out one after another, continuously communicating... At this moment, the underground of the Demon King Territory had almost no corpses, all thrown into pools to feed the Demon Worms.*

*To prevent the Resurrection of the Dead calamity from having too great an impact, the whole world mobilized, digging up buried corpses, even those that were decayed, to burn or destroy in other ways...*

*Whether through acid, complete pulverization... or total destruction.*

*In this regard, even the Royal Tombs did not escape, and many unknown small countries' kings' tombs were handled by specially formed Tomb Raider Teams.*

*Responding to Yila's call, a brand new era started!*

*Future generations called it——The Great Tomb-Robbing Era!*

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*Of course, this was a joke, but indeed... if one really found some treasure in a tomb, how to deal with it didn't matter at all. One could even say that, the world's prices were already almost uncontrollable, so it didn't matter.*

*However, it wasn't the reason of 'being controlled by the consortium, unable to be adjusted by the macro market,' but a more ludicrous and deadly, more beautiful reason.*

*Similar to 'when a person is about to die, their actions become virtuous,' people's moral qualities now, as survival became increasingly hopeless, tended to be... extremely good or extremely evil.*

*However, extreme evil was quickly judged and killed... so what remained were unbelievably good people.*

*As the professionals also became kind-hearted, civilians rarely needed to worry about life. Under the influence of magic... any resources they needed for survival became extremely cheap.*

*And even without encountering a crisis, the world could achieve this.*

*Luxuries began to lose meaning, survival necessities became cheap, and civilians, who originally toiled for survival, suddenly realized their existence seemed meaningless.*

*Empire people still managed well, with Yila as a motivator and spiritual leader; they could still effectively complete the tasks given by their direct superior (territory nobles)... The salary didn't matter, it was purely for contributing something to the world.*

*Everyone believed what they did would help the world... But it was really insignificant and weak.*

*However, the Duchy was different...*

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"Next, we will distribute Cat Cars based on the number of cement roads in each territory. Just feeding one dried fish daily will suffice, but the leaders of each territory are not allowed to use them privately; they must provide the right for every monster to use them freely."

*Satan Ye said this, as the recognized Demon King by all monsters, distributing Cat Cars. She looked around at the leaders amused by these novelties, hands on her hips threatening, "Otherwise, I'll let Mr. Yila take a walk around your territories."*

*Though it was a 'threat,' monsters who didn't have such notions to begin with naturally wouldn't fear the gentle-natured Yila, instead laughing friendly at Satan Ye's words.*

*This was the first Cat Worm Harvest Day, there would be second and third times, as the Demon Statue teams were now building roads in the Beastman Country. The roads would surely spread, and the Cat Paw prints of the Cat Cars would be found everywhere in the world.*

*Until each country and race was connected together, along with the will and hearts of every one of them.*

*The Demon King Territory was peaceful, and the same went for almost all countries globally... At least it seemed extremely harmonious and peaceful on the surface, but there was a unique place where conflicts from systemic and current conditions finally erupted.*

*With the gold coins gradually losing their value, the country that decided status through wealth——*

*The Duchy.*

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*On this day, when the cat bus routes were thoroughly established in the Demon King Territory, the Duchy was filled with bloodshed and corpses... Certainly not any councilman's.*

*A large-scale civilian riot occurred here, due to the unclear meaning of survival, the uncertain value of work, the inability to recognize their existence, leading to thoughts like... 'might as well die and see that "perfect country" within Yila.'*

*These kinds of thoughts.*

*Then they rebelled... were slaughtered utterly.*

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*Even starting from years ago, while Mana Adaptability no longer entirely inclined towards certain specific bloodlines, the civilians lacking precious 'knowledge' still couldn't possibly be a match for the councilmen.*

*However, as civilians were mass-killed, nobles crowning themselves with the 'councilman' title also noticed something... Seemingly, their status also lost meaning.*

*Strong was still strong, even invincible, but... if strength couldn't bring anything, then what was the meaning of their status? They couldn't understand.*

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"..."

"The knights have finally left! Charge!"

"Grab! Grab the gold!"

"It's all ours!"

*In the chaos, civilians stormed every place hiding 'treasure,' dividing those things... while the awakened nobles and knights, showing no reaction, coldly watched.*

*Their strength gave them the confidence to not fear the civilians, and... everyone would realize.*

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*"Satisfied now?"*

*Orphelus asked this, questioning those who looked bewildered and calmed down. As the speaker, the violence she wielded was clearly more terrifying than any other noble.*

*No, even without being 'the speaker,' any noble could confidently kill tens of thousands of non-professionals alone, but they and Orphelus made the same choice.*

*Satisfied? Content?*

*However, there wasn't... because gold coins were merely gold coins.*

*Everyone already didn't know what to do.*

"Sorry, Speaker Orphelus."

*Whether said by the rebellion leader.*

"..."

*Still, knights silently gazing at their sword blades in hand.*

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"..."

*Only silence, only silence.*

*"Anyway, go home..."*

*Orphelus said, lightly shaking her head, "No, let's first clean the blood on the ground together. Otherwise, I won't sleep well tonight... Can you trust me?"*

*Trust, this was an interesting topic. In such a seemingly hopeless world where life and death had no meaning, and equivalents lost meaning, would people be more susceptible to trust or distrust?*

*The answer was obvious...*

"Or trust Yila? I don't mind."

"..."

"I don't mind either."

"Me too."

"No biggie~"

*"Alright, going home. What did Lord Yila say before?"*

*"Dig out the corpses and burn them?"*

*"Oh, right, right."*

"..."

*The answer was——no big deal.*