Pasoon stopped moving. He recalled the painful memories of begging the magic dragons for their medicine just six months ago to extend his termination deadline clause.

“That’s pretty exciting news. I thought you’d be the first to figure it out.”

Pasoon gazed at Satan. Satan turned her head.

“I can’t do it alone.”

“Then, does that mean the human child that Siluone cultivated has become useless? Did you hear that it was a boy?”

“Don’t be nosy.” 

“Why?”

“Because he’s mine.” 

“…”

Satan kicked the ground with her white feet. She then added, “He will become the seed that will grow to become the supreme god… He will lead an army of gods…!”

Pasoon shook off the dust from his clothes and got up. Satan also straightened up. It was time to leave. Pasoon asked offhand, as if in passing by, “You asked me to divide the empire, was there a way you had in mind?”

Instead of immediately answering, Satan smiled. She then replied, “Isn’t that what you do best? Wreak havoc and sow chaos?” 

“What level of division?”

“Good enough for us to pluck and eat.”

“Which area? What’s the scope...