Abyss Game: I am covered with cheats

While the Seven Great Generals were quarreling with the Left and Right Commanders,

Deep within the Demon King's castle, in a space known only to the Demon King herself.

This was a room resembling a study.

A humanoid demon, dressed in a bright red formal dress and sporting twisted, goat-like horns on its head, was kneeling on one knee, head bowed towards the sofa in front of it.

She was the Demon King, who had led the demon race to seize nearly four-fifths of the world's territory from humanity.

This very being, revered by the demons and hailed as their savior, was now kneeling before another, even lowering her head in a display of utter loyalty.

If any demon unaware of the situation were to appear here at this moment, they would likely be terrified by the sight.

Because in the demon's understanding, the strongest being does not need to bow to anyone or show submission.

Unless, that person is stronger than them.

"Raise your head, your submission means nothing to me."

Upon hearing this, the Demon King lifted her gaze.

Crimson hair, as red as fresh blood, cascaded down her shoulders, revealing a delicate face in the flickering candlelight.

It was an exceptionally beautiful face.

Worthy of being called a work of art.

But the only regrettable thing was her eyes.

Her right eye was beautiful, like agate, making one want to cherish it.

However, the Demon King's left eye was eerie, its pupil as deep as a black hole, capable of sucking one's soul into it, causing it to fall into depravity.

It was an eye that could not be looked at directly.

Anyone attempting to meet the Demon King's left eye would have their mind disturbed until they lost their autonomy, becoming a puppet to be manipulated.

In the Demon King's sight, a humanoid being was reflected.

Dressed in a simple court maid outfit, representing that above Her, there was someone She served.

A face so beautiful it stole breath, even the Demon King was ashamed of her own inferiority, even trapped in it, unable to extricate herself.

From the outside, She was no different from a human, but it was precisely because of this that she seemed even more terrifying.

Because, She was not human.

"Don't look at me with that eye, I only lent you that eye, wanting to see if you could bear that great power, not to use that power against me."

The Demon King quickly lowered her head, "I'm sorry, Diplomat, it's not my intention, this power is not under my control..."

The Diplomat closed the book in her hand, the contents were not in human language, but the Diplomat still easily understood the content.

"The reason you can't control this power is simple, it shows that you can't bear that great power, you can't bring the Lord back to life," the Diplomat sneered, "You should be glad you're still alive, the power contained in this eye of the Lord is not that terrible.

"And you, as a demon, have resistance and a carrying limit far exceeding ordinary creatures, so you didn't die.

"Otherwise, like the old man in the hands of the Torturer in Building 2, Unit 305 of Qingcheng Community, you would have turned into a corpse long ago."

The Demon King dared not refute any of the Diplomat's words.

Because what the priest said was all truth.

She was following the Diplomat's oracle, step by step, to get to where she was today.

Whether it was an advantage, a predicament, or a desperate situation, the instructions given by this Diplomat were correct, able to lead herself to the road to success.

Therefore, in her heart, she had a different kind of feeling for this mysterious, powerful, and elegant Diplomat.

A feeling that even she herself could not understand.

"Understood, Diplomat, when our Demon King army flattens the Holy City, I will return this eye to you.

"If... I give you the Holy City as a gift, I hope you can..."

The Diplomat suddenly waved her hand back, throwing the book in her hand into the layers of bookshelves behind her, and taking another book into her hand.

"There's no need to say anything extra, I'm not interested in that, I'm not interested in your looks either, beauty and ugliness are only in my mind."

The Demon King's eyes flashed with a hint of loss upon hearing this.

"Also, I should have told you, right?" The Diplomat's beautiful eyes glanced at the Demon King, "You can flatten the Holy City, but it's best not to go after that hero's life."

The Demon King buried her head deeper, almost burying it in the fullness in front of her, "It's not my intention, it's the subjective speculation of the Left and Right Commanders..."

"But you didn't stop it, did you?" The Diplomat opened the book in her hand, not even bothering to look at the Demon King, "Otherwise, without your permission, the Left and Right Commanders wouldn't dare to do anything."

The Demon King did not speak.

Because that was indeed the case.

The human hero seemed to have received more attention from the Diplomat.

This was unbalanced for the Demon King.

For the Diplomat, she first quelled the internal strife of the demon race, and then united against the outside world, starting the human-demon war with humans.

Until today, she has done everything for this Diplomat.

But this adult, except for the occasional glance from the corner of her eye, didn't even bother to put her eyes on herself.

And on the day the hero appeared, the Diplomat showed emotional fluctuations far beyond the past.

She was unbalanced.

Or rather...

It should be jealousy.

This imposter hero, did nothing, just appeared, and was able to attract the Diplomat's attention.

Then what's the use of my struggle for so long?

So she wanted to kill that imposter hero to prove that she was more excellent.

That she was more worthy of the Diplomat's attention!

"Forget it, wanting you inferior creatures to obey all orders is itself a kind of luxury, I have done everything I can do, and I have given all the hints I can give.

"As for what will happen next, I can't guarantee it."

The Diplomat waved her hand, issuing an eviction order.

"I hope that in the very end, you can still show me a good show."

"Understood, I will definitely not disappoint the Diplomat."

The Demon King responded, got up, and walked out of the dark room with her head lowered.

At this time, in the Demon King's palace.

The turmoil of the Seven Great Generals had been suppressed by the Left and Right Commanders.

With the appearance of the Demon King wearing a red dress, the entire Demon King's city became quiet.

"Three days later..."

The Demon King frowned, revealing unprecedented violence.

"Flatten the Holy City, I will personally cut off the head of that imposter hero!"