Volume 3 Chapter 11 Jamael, Demon Lord Bragging in Front of the Child
While Demon Lord Zeke took down one of the Ten Commandments...
Elsewhere—on a deserted island—the headquarters of the New Demon Lord Army stirred.
Inside the audience chamber, Commander Jamael knelt before Demon Lord Child Ruzzel.
"Report."
Ruzzel's voice echoed through the hall.
"Y-Yes, sir! Please look at this!"
Jamael raised a crystal ball. Light flared—
A world map projected above them, red dots spreading across countless nations.
"These markers show the lands we've conquered, my lord!"
"Hmm... Not bad. At this rate... world domination may come sooner than expected."
Ruzzel's lips curled into a satisfied smile.
"Heh... It's more than ambition! With my Ten Commandments, the world will kneel before us!"
Jamael's confidence radiated from every word. His creations were flawless. Unstoppable.
"Jamael. I'm entrusting you with full command."
"Understood...! I won't fail you!"
He bowed deeply before turning on his heel to exit the chamber.
Behind him, Ruzzel chuckled.
"The Ten Commandments... Soon, my army will be even stronger. Much stronger..."
Heh heh heh...
Jamael's footsteps echoed down the corridor as ambition swirled in his mind.
*The Ten Commandments are just the beginning... Why stop here? I can create something better. Stronger.*
He grinned.
"Just wait, Demon Lord... My Ten Commandments will rip you apart. I'll repay every humiliation—double... no, tenfold...! Hya-ha-ha-ha!"
Laughing, Jamael shoved open the laboratory doors. Researchers snapped to attention, bowing.
"Status on that project?"
"It's progressing well, Sir Jamael. Here's the latest data."
He snatched the crystal. Figures and graphs danced across its surface.
"Hehehe... My reign is near..."
Then—
"Sir Jamael! Bad news!"
A researcher burst in, face pale.
"Speak."
"I-It's Ambray! Unbreakable's been defeated—!"
*Crash!*
The crystal slipped from Jamael's fingers, shattering on the floor.
"N-No... Not that monster..."
"Sir Jamael... Should we report this to Lord Ruzzel—"
"Shut up! Not a word leaves this room! Got it!?"
He seized the researcher by the collar.
"B-But sir—"
"I said silence, you worm! Obey or I'll replace you! Get back to work!"
Researchers scattered, fear plain on their faces.
Jamael clenched his fists, trembling.
"Defeated... Ambray...? Hmph! He was the weakest anyway. Zeke—next time, I'll crush you... and that pathetic little country of yours. Prepare yourself—Zeeeeekeeee!"
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