"Didn’t you say you were going to rescue ?"
"I was planning to," replied the man wearing a longsword at his waist, "but God said you’ve got it under control."
"Got it under control my foot, things have gotten complicated."
Shen Ye shook his head, grabbed a small stool, and sat down nearby.
The Sword Cultivator glanced at him and laughed:
"Seeing you in person, I finally understand why the Wind Gate chose you."
"Why?" Shen Ye asked.
"Because, in every situation, you always find a way out of despair, which ans ’there’s a way’."
"That’s why the door likes you."
"...That seems to make so sense," Shen Ye muttered.
The Sword Cultivator continued:
"You’ve already beco the Evil Demon King. Whether you want to rule everything or beco the World Master of countless worlds, it’s extrely easy—"
"What do you plan to do next?"
Upon asking this, all the Laws in the Void paused.
Indeed.
This is a very crucial matter.
—One could even say it concerns the safety of countless universes and worlds in reality.
Shen Ye thought for a bit and said:
"Since this is the mortal world, I do have a question. If it’s not resolved, I’d be very disappointed."
"Let’s hear it," the Sword Cultivator smiled.
"Do you guys have instant noodles here?"
A mont of silence.
The waves slapped against the small raft, rising and falling.
The sea breeze was gentle.
The Sword Cultivator couldn’t help but sigh.
"You’re the Evil Demon King, and yet you eat instant noodles?"
"—When I eat good food, I feel like I’m a ’very happy human’."
"After eating instant noodles?"
"Find sothing to do."
"Like what?"
"Start a big business, like making more money to live."
"You’re the Evil Demon King."
"But the mortal world is more interesting—destroying everything actually wouldn’t make happy."
The man showed a look of contemplation.
What’s money?
This Evil Demon King, yet he makes earning money his wish, willing to enjoy the fun according to the rules.
—He can rule everything, but he chooses not to.
Is it foolish?
Or is he wise to the extre?
"Speaking of which, I do have a dream. But having to constantly deal with demons, I’ve never had ti to achieve it."
The Sword Cultivator pondered aloud.
"Can it make money?" Shen Ye asked with interest.
"It can, and it can also fulfill another one of your wishes anyti."
"Then I’ll join."
The Sword Cultivator put down his fishing rod, stood up, and gestured:
"Follow —I’ve been planning this big venture for a long ti, just waiting for the right mont."
"Is the mont ripe?" Shen Ye asked.
"It’s finally ripe. We can definitely pull it off."
"Then—money—"
"Don’t worry, money isn’t an issue."
"Great!"
The Sword Cultivator led Shen Ye, disappearing into the Void.
They left.
In the Blood Sea, everything returned to calm.
Suddenly—
There was a "bang" sound.
A book opened, revealing rapidly forming text:
"Around 11 PM on June 29th, the Evil Demon King I wiped out all evil Demon Monsters, wielding the Magic Realm Blade as he reached the Blood Sea, eting with the Destruction Doomsday entity Gu; during which Gu asked I about his ideals, and I lanted that instant noodles were too delicious, money too scarce; Gu imdiately suggested ’Why not join in making money’, and I happily agreed."
"Based on historical predictions and divination, at 3:45 AM on June 30th, they took out various sharp tools and stopped talking, entering a busy state."
"At 5:25 AM on June 30th, their breakfast stall was set up."
"On July 11th, they went bankrupt."
"On the sa day, the local thugs and gangs were overturned by a young man with the surna Wu, the market order was maintained, and all sorts of covert and overt conflicts disappeared, ushering in a new societal atmosphere."
"On July 12th, the three partners started a restaurant together, a friend with the surna Liu ca to na the restaurant, but due to the excessive word count (300 words for a restaurant na), they couldn’t make a restaurant sign."
"The next day... they started making money."
(End of the book)
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