CHAPTER 9: The Thoughts Of The Poor

MARCIANO VOID POV

"Demon-lords are powerful beings of magic, wealth, status, and intellect in the demon kingdom, which is called Parsec.", Vivian pauses to make sure I'm listening, and I give her an encouraging nod.

"It was originally just the basic four elemental demon-lords during the era of peace, which was hundreds of years ago. Although it didn't recognize everyone's talent, we valued culture above all. But when the war started, things changed, and the system had to be updated to a more war-themed approach."

"Which is where the first set of war-themed demon-lords were made? Which are??" She says it with a look of expectancy.

I sigh and take a deep breath.

"Magic, intellect, destruction, body, status, death, and silence Those are the demon-lords."

"That's good; it only took you three days to remember," she says with clear annoyance in her voice. I remain silent to avoid further scolding.

"Afterwards, even this was deemed too rigid due to demons constantly out proving the current one, which caused controversies and nearly caused an internal war, so in response to this, the 66th demon-king decided to make a more widespread system", She paused for dramatic effect again, and I resist the temptation to roll my eyes.

"A system that could not only handle more talented individuals limitlessly but could also increase the motivations of others to earn the positions and, in the process, eliminate the rule of it being only nobility."

"This was the beginning of the era when parsecs began to win the war, but the gods have never exactly favored us, and the ones that do are either too powerful or not powerful enough to resist.

"So in response, they gave the murdarks a stone that can summon other humans from other worlds, universities, and even timelines. These people had a specific stat or affinity for a specific magic that they had extreme potential in." Her face was now grim, as it always was when we spoke about her.

"And then the worst thing came out of this. The hero was a hum-no, a being that defied common sense. Anything she did gave her experience and even new affinities."

"At first she was manageable, but after just a short time, we need at least five powerful demon lords just to have a chance."

"Right now we can't pour a lot of resources into just her, so we have a summoning crystal for the top 10 strongest demon-lords, which we will break at the sight of her and summon them."

"Because of this tactic, the Murdarks haven't sent her to the battlefield since."

"Instead, they sent the other heroes either in groups or alone to become the opposition."

"And they always run at the sign of danger or completely wipe out or enslave their opposition when they see the chance."

"This is supposedly keeping us at a stalemate, but if this continues, we will slowly fall behind and begin to lose ground."

"Which is why we need more manpower, resources, and most especially more powerful demon-lords." She then begins walking up to me, and her step shows more of her authority while saying

"So I don't care if you're tired or what your wants are; you will become the demon-lord I know you can be."

She pauses, bends down, and looks me in the eye, and it glows a bale blue, sending shivers down my spine. The temperature of the room had dropped, and now her eyes looked like flames but looked cold to the touch.

"Or else"

At that point, I realized no amount of begging, pleading, or running away would work at this point. She had her mind set, and there was too much on the line, especially with my potential.

"Besides-" 

The temperature is now back to normal.

"To have me, a demon lord, teach you greatly increases your chances."

"So there is now an excuse for failure; now get changed to training time."

I drag my feet out of the room to stall for as much time as possible, which, if I'm being honest, isn't much, so I can cherish the moment before my body is broken and rebuilt again.