In the northern part of the world, a long-standing battle between various races and the demon race has finally reached its end. The Demon Lord, a figure with black hair, red eyes, rules from her obsidian palace, having repeatedly defeated the Goddess, the strongest being in the world. However, she refrains from killing her, knowing she will only be reborn to lead another attack.
As the goddess kneels before her, badly injured and helpless, the sounds of explosions echo outside, signaling the imminent victory of the alliance. Despite her immense power, the demon lord acknowledges the demon's overall weakness compared to humans and the Alliance. The development of fighting energy and mana has allowed ordinary humans to fight demons, leading to the demon army's defeat.
Aware of the Alliance's intent to enslave the abyssal demon, the Demon Lord decides to cast a forbidden spell that will cost her life. As the Alliance forces storm the palace, they hesitate upon sensing the spell's energy. The Demon Lord vows to resist and be reborn to save her people.
Meanwhile, the goddess reflects on the demon lord's past treatment of her and acknowledges her respect and dedication to her people. As the demon lord prepares to cast the spell, the goddess asks if she can abandon her plan and live freely. However, demon lords are duty-bound to restore the demon race's glory and protect her people.
Understanding the demon lord's resolve, the goddess readies her sword, intending to clash with the demo lord's forbidden spell. The resulting explosion creates a mushroom cloud, marking the end of the conflict and the start of a new era. The Demon Lord and the Goddess become historical figures, their stories occasionally told.
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Hello, it's me .... your author who totally deserves a hard punishment for being lazy…


Life has been brutal. Work, university, everything… I barely had a minute to breathe.


Thank God I finally have some free time now to update and finish this XD


In the Elven Forest at the center of the Ancita continent,


The Elven King Karos, with his emerald green hair, sat in a serene place where light and shadow intertwined. Before him and a group of elven ministers were barrels upon barrels of crystalline liquid - Tears of Nature.


These liquids shimmered with a faint radiance, like the first rays of morning sunlight refracting through dewdrops, beautiful and mysterious.


One must know that Tears of Nature come from the Elven Mother Tree and are a precious product of the elven race. Not only are they rare, but they are also priceless, containing powerful life force and natural magic. They have always been regarded as treasures by the elven race.


Chapter 1148 - Chapter 1148: The Ambition of Karos