“There is such a legend…” The demon, who revealed himself as Altums, finished his story.

“If it’s a legend, it must have happened a long time ago. When was that?” Eugene asked.

“I-it’s just a long time ago. The reign has changed four times in the meantime,” Altums responded.

“So how many years is… No, so how many times did the sun rise and set?” Eugene decided to change the way he asked questions. In the Demon World, there was no concept of time in terms of months or years. The ‘reign’ that Altums spoke of referred to the period of time when the highest-ranking demon, in other words, the king, ruled the world. The reign changed once the demon in power was killed or deposed by another demon.

“Thousands, no, tens of thousands? N-no, even more than that… I’m sorry.”

“…”

Well, Eugene couldn’t blame the demon. Who in their right mind would count the number of times the sun rose and set? Moreover, the Drakan that Altums had mentioned, the King of Darkness Eugene, was a figure of a time long before Altums had even come into existence.

‘At least hundreds of years? If that’s the case… If I’m actually the King of Darkness…’

Did that mean he crossed over into this world hundreds of years ago?

Eugene shook his head. He couldn’t assume that the flow of time in the Demon World was the same as in this world.

‘This is a little complicated.’

Eugene decided to stop worrying for now. The only thing that was...