The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"Sweet potatoes are here!"

One Mouthful of Chemical Pool shouted mischievously as he and Gou Shi pushed in a massive iron barrel from outside, grinning like fools.

The Lord Demon King had already paid for them. All they needed to do was roast the sweet potatoes and distribute them to the people here; the task would be complete.

The tempting aroma quickly filled the entire room, and the hungry crowd couldn't help but gulp audibly.

Although sweet potatoes were considered pig feed in the Ryan Kingdom, none of them cared anymore, given how starved they were.

On their desperate journey here, they'd even gnawed on tree bark. Sweet potatoes were now a rare delicacy in their eyes!

Especially after being roasted in the high heat from the iron barrel, they were surprised to find the taste exceeded their expectations!

It was even comparable to the sweetness of pumpkin!

Suppressing his hunger, Dave carefully tore off a piece of roasted sweet potato and handed it to his two children.

However, Andy shook his head and gently pushed his father's hand back when offered the food.

"Dad, we already ate. You should have it."

Dave froze for a second.

"You... already ate?"

With excitement, Maggie eagerly nodded her head and said.

"Yup! The Lord Demon King's minions treated us to hotpot! It was delicious!"

Andy chimed in with a smile.

"Absolutely! Even beef was included!"

Hotpot?

What was that...

Dave stared blankly at his two children before his face broke into a genuine smile, and he reached out to pat their heads.

Meanwhile, not far away, Brook, who was devouring his sweet potato, looked stunned, his nearly-healed jaw threatening to break open again.

Meat?!

They actually had meat to eat?!

Saint Sis above... no, wait, rather Lord Demon God above.

Whoever was above, what the hell kind of Demon King was this?!

His entire worldview felt shattered.

And he wasn't the only one.

Hovering nearby and spectating, the Ghost Robert also wore a look of disbelief as he muttered to a skeleton soldier beside him.

"Unbelievable... Whom do you even worship—Demon God or Saint Sis?! Taking in these wandering humans is one thing... but you feed them this well?!"

He had worked his entire life for his lord and had barely managed to scrounge together a humble living. Watching the refugees eat with such joy, he wished he could possess one of them just to taste the roasted sweet potatoes that brought such rapture to their faces.

The Ghost, who looked on while drooling, chuckled softly and said.[情绪稳定]

"Strictly speaking, neither—we only serve our Boss."

Robert looked at him, puzzled.

"Boss? You mean the Demon King, right? Alright, I don't fully understand, but can you explain why he's doing all this? Or, what does he gain from it?"

[情绪稳定] smiled and replied.

"Gain? Oh, there's plenty—if nothing else, doesn't it make the server livelier? Plus, players feel more immersed."

"Players? Server?" Robert looked at him, bewildered, feeling as though they weren't even speaking the same language.

[情绪稳定] didn't bother explaining further but instead offered a simpler analogy.

"We don't really get the big picture either, but more faith means good things for our Demon King. Just think of it as handing out eggs during preaching."

Robert was even more confounded.

"Why would preaching involve handing out eggs?"

For once, [情绪稳定] was stumped.

"You don't hand them out?"

Robert shook his head, his expression suddenly turning contemplative as he remarked.

"I don't understand why you would take in these people—it's obvious turning them into corpses would be more useful to you... But honestly, I suddenly feel like your Demon King isn't so bad, maybe even far better than my old lord. If I ever get a chance to reincarnate, I think I'd rather be a subject of your Great Graveyard."

"It's not too late, you know. We welcome both the living and the dead," chimed in a nearby [都市隶人] with a sly grin. "By the way, I've always meant to ask—how did your head end up like that?"

"You mean this?"

Robert took his head off his neck, startling the nearby children, and hurriedly set it back in place.

"...I made a new double bed for my lord, and somehow, during his tryst with his old flame, the bed collapsed. I swear I didn't cut corners, but no one believed me, so I was sent to the gallows. And to make things worse, the petty man instructed the executioner to use the bluntest axe he could find—I got hacked at several times before my head finally came off."

A few players gasped in unison.

"Hiss—"

"That's just rotten luck..."

"Right?! I think so too! The other ghosts at the burial ground tell me I couldn't ascend to Heaven because of this nonsense!"

Robert grew angrier the more he thought about it, cursing furiously.

But with the realization that it had all happened ages ago—and that the lord responsible was likely dead or even reincarnated somewhere else—his furious ghostly energy deflated like a punctured balloon.

That man wouldn't go to Hell for killing a carpenter; he'd probably reincarnate into a noble family.

Not just as a noble—but likely as an heir.

"Forget it... There's no point dwelling on it now. At least I hope my descendants can live better lives." Robert muttered as he turned his gaze toward the skeletons he'd just met, "Do your promises still count?"