"You said before that I am the second master here. I want to be willful and turn this place into what I like. Is that not allowed?"
The profound ice, condensed from overflowing killing intent, bloomed sharp ice flowers on the ground, encircling Tang Sui as if trapping prey.
Tang Chen's blood-red eyes were full of scrutiny. He looked fixedly at the surprisingly shrewd Tang Sui, his deep voice slowly rising, "The energy source of the Slaughter City comes from the Yellow Springs Dew, and also from the countless soul masters who died in the hellish slaughter arena."
He revealed the Slaughter City's greatest secret.
However, this was not something no intelligent person had guessed, so he was not warned again after speaking.
Tang Sui understood the implication of his words.
If she wanted to reform, she would inevitably not be able to maintain a normal superior-subordinate relationship like ordinary empires in the outside world.
What's more, all those who currently occupied the Slaughter City were, without exception, fallen beings.
They were accustomed to slaughter, enjoyed plunder, and their souls had been stained by blood, unable to return to their original pure color.
They only worshipped one principle – the strong were revered.
The vanquished had no dignity or right to choose.
Tang Sui's small face was solemn. She calmly asked again, "I understand. Then, if I can complete the reform and turn the Slaughter City into the appearance I like, without depleting its energy source, will you support me or hinder me?"
Tang Chen chuckled. He suddenly retracted his overflowing killing intent, and a slightly indifferent smile reappeared on his handsome face. "Didn't you say you are the second master of the Slaughter City? Whatever you want to do is your freedom. I don't think these scraps are worth saving anyway, and becoming chess pieces for your experiment isn't bad either."
A hint of laziness flickered across his brows. Although his tone showed indulgence towards the cub, it was still filled with a disregard for human life.
He didn't care at all about the final fate of those people.
After all, when they died, they would be waste utilized.
Everyone who died within the Slaughter City had most of their soul power eventually flow into the energy core, becoming the capital for the Slaughter City's existence.
Moreover, he truly had no intention of interfering with Tang Sui's reforms, even if the cub's reforms might push him toward a dead end.
Because if the Slaughter City became a better place, the assessment of this body would be successful.
But so what?
He watched the little cub lost in thought. The usually calm and indifferent lake of his heart rippled once more because of this different little cub.
This was... a Menreiki.
When he discovered the cub's identity, he knew that half of his obsession had been fulfilled.
The remaining...
He grinned. Tang Sui, who was leaving the main hall with her back to Tang Chen, did not notice that the curve of his lips carried a trace of genuine warmth, and his gaze held a flicker of anticipation.
What will you do?
Tang Sui returned to the luxurious room Tang Chen had prepared for her. She raised her hand, and dark red demonic power surged from her palm, leaping out and covering the entire room.
Her demonic power had now reached a terrifying level, and her control over it was more effortless.
The light in the entire room seemed to dim.
All the sounds of wind and the howling cries that lingered in the endless night of the Slaughter City were also isolated.
Tang Sui's fair little face was veiled by the dim light, her delicate features slightly blurred, her eye color indiscernible. Su Dan Novel Network.
Blank Xuan paper was spread on the table; it was an incomplete grand plan.
Demonic power materialized into a chair of just the right height, supporting Tang Sui.
Tang Sui held a charcoal pen, her eyes lowered, her gaze fixed on the blank Xuan paper. Her clear eyes seemed to be dyed by the room's light, turning a dark blue.
After learning from Tang Chen about "eavesdropping ears," she became even more cautious.
The missing pieces in her mind also began to fit together.
She knew very clearly what she needed to do.
But how exactly to do it...
Tang Sui's right hand, holding the charcoal pen, slid across the Xuan paper, the black lines evolving from simple to complex.
After hearing the divine assessment's rewards and punishments, she had been contemplating what was most important to the gods at present.
Even though she hadn't recalled what kind of person she used to be, as her brain began to function, some unfamiliar yet familiar book records would surface in her mind.
It was a room similar to the current one's furnishings, yet with many new things she didn't recognize.
Books piled in several bookshelves were neatly arranged.
In her memory, she seemed to be flipping through these books.
Most of the knowledge on them were legends, seemingly special divine materials she had ordered to be collected.
Hmm... Let her think. Besides legends and ruins about eternal life, there were... myths.
Gods, apart from powerful strength, what else was essential?
Mysterious laws?
But the demon race didn't seem to be favored by laws. Otherwise, the gods wouldn't have coerced them like this, with only punishments and no rewards. This indicated... there was no such thing as a demon race ascending to godhood in this world...
Why are present gods remembered? Why do people firmly believe in their existence?
Tang Sui put down her pen and wrote "Spirit Hall" in a blank space on the Xuan paper. The light in her dark blue eyes flickered on and off.
It was because someone had continuously spread faith.
Tang Sui switched to a red feather pen, dipped it in some red ink, and wrote the words "faith."
However... in a chaotic, lawless land, in a life of numb slaughter, if a god suddenly appeared and said they wanted to save them, it would probably be a joke, right?