Kang Jin-Ho silently rubbed and massaged his chin after the briefing ended.0

Chang Min cautiously gauged the demon emperor's mood. As usual, Kang Jin-Ho was expressionless. In other words, his emotions and thoughts weren't visible on his face, and that made Chang Min's job that much harder. Even so...0

'Without his expression, I can still figure it out...'0

Kang Jin-Ho's hand had been wandering aimlessly until not too long ago, but it now slipped into his pocket to take out a packet of cigarettes. That alone was a good indicator of what Kang Jin-Ho must be thinking about.0

That didn't surprise Chang Min at all, though. Even he felt so lost and hopeless while briefing the demon emperor. So, how much worse would it be for Kang Jin-Ho?0

Click...0

Kang Jin-Ho used a lighter to light his cigarette up, then leisurely puffed away in silence. Meanwhile, Chang Min silently waited for the demon emperor's angry rebuke like a dead soul waiting for King Yama's judgment.0

Eventually, Kang Jin-Ho broke his silence. “It's not as bad as I thought.”0

“I beg your pardon?” Chang Min's eyes grew wider. “My liege, although it's shameful and heartbreaking to say this with my own mouth... The situation of our demon cult is as desperate as it can possibly get.”0

Chang Min stopped there and hurriedly wiped the sweat off his forehead.0

“Out of everyone calling themselves a demonic cultivator, almost no one cultivates in a complete, true demonic cultivation method. At least the demonic...0