I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

Li Yue had no doubt that Menthor possessed "Demon Lord level" power, but he still didn't plan to make any deals with him. Google Search Reading

"I refuse." Li Yue shook his head, giving up on seeking help from the Demon Lord instructor regarding the "authority"—having faced Budhiboge directly, Li Yue knew that as long as he didn't let Budhiboge realize he was a Brain Spirit, he could minimize the interference of his position and retain the possibility of assassination.

"Very well." Menthor seemed quite satisfied. "However... there are three ways to obtain a Demon Name. One is to awaken it yourself, but this requires supreme talent, like Damon Benben, like Yingying."

"As for Bosh, Finley... these can only be codenames, no different from 'Brain Spirit Number Seven of the Fifth Library'."

Li Yue thought to himself, 'No wonder,' and gained a clearer understanding of the hierarchy among the trainees—Damon Benben and Yingying were the chosen ones, with higher potential compared to the well-connected Bosh and Finley.

"The other options are investiture and prayer, investiture by a Demon Lord-level demon, or praying to the chaotic source of magic." Menthor seemed to remember something and suddenly smiled. "However, with the latter... most of them pray themselves to death."

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"In other words, you can choose to awaken your Demon Name yourself instead of asking me to bestow one." Menthor squeezed his dark eyes. "I very much look forward to the day you awaken your Demon Name."

"Mm." In fact, Li Yue didn't have a strong desire for a Demon Name—for him, neither Brain Spirit nor demon was his true identity. He was just Li Yue from Earth, and no one could change that.

"Then, this advancement class... ends here." Menthor waved his hand, dispelling all the phantoms, even the absolute darkness that had confined Li Yue.

The candlestick stood quietly, and Li Yue returned to the stone chamber he had first entered through the Gate of Chaos.

"The confinement is over?" Although Li Yue knew his perception was distorted, he didn't feel that a month had passed so quickly—there was still so much knowledge to absorb, so many plans to refine...

"Of course not, consider this my last act of charity towards you." Menthor glanced intentionally at Li Yue's bone sword. "Let me gaze upon you... dying, or becoming a Demon Lord."

The moment Menthor disappeared, the candlestick in the stone chamber lit up, casting a shimmering light.

Returning to silence, Li Yue placed the bone sword quietly in the center of the stone chamber, then took off his self-healing bone armor and placed it next to the bone sword, using a wisp of thought to firmly and completely envelop the two objects, sensing and immersing them.

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In the classroom, the "Death Edict" course of the vengeful soul aggregate was still continuing, with countless vengeful souls recounting their respective deaths, all of which became inspiration for Bosh.

This demon legion commander and his aides sat together, holding a small meeting, constantly applying these death methods to Li Yue, pre-enacting how to attack after Skollreik returned.

At the back of the classroom, the Mini-Minnies' corpses were scattered—after a round of encirclement, more than half of the fifteen Mini-Minnies were lost, and the remaining ones were all in a dazed state, not fully awakened from Nitemare's "nightmare."

"Commander, is there anything I can help with?" Nitemare left her seat, sat on Bosh's desk, crossed her legs, and smiled as she looked down at the pure-blooded demon.

Keli and Ke'er showed expressions of displeasure.

Bosh seemed very pleased that Nitemare still used his title from the Blood River simulation battle: "Your ability... is very good. You can kill that stupid skeleton."

"It's not just that, oh..." Nitemare leaned down, her mouth almost touching Bosh's forehead. "I can also take you to a place where no one can disturb us, and say some things that can truly make you happy..."

Bosh's heart fluttered, but in the end, his hatred for Skollreik overcame the succubus's charm. He gritted his teeth and said, "Confinement won't save him forever, nor will it keep him locked up for too long. Maybe he'll be back after this class..."

"One night... isn't enough for me to enjoy you."

"Yo ho ho..." Nitemare was overjoyed, engulfing Bosh's head, her body deformed by Bosh's horns.

"Ugh..." Bosh first sighed, then babbled incoherently, "Ma ma ma... sell sell... I come..."

The sound was squeezed by flesh, but Keli and Ke'er could still sense the demon legion commander's will, and flew to Sell Sell's side, dragging the demon merchant over.

The small desk was forcibly occupied by the demons as a round table conference, with Nitemare and Sell Sell facing away from the podium.

"Huff... huff..." Bosh gasped for breath, barely managing to emerge from under Nitemare's armpit.

"You, the next time the trash arrives, use it again, that deal," Bosh said to Sell Sell across from him.

"This... this..." Sell Sell lowered his head, pulled open the pocket on his vest, and looked back at Bosh pitifully.

"Obey my command, and during the next demon expeditionary force's plunder, if I lead the army, I'll give you ten percent of the profits." Although Bosh was only ranked 977th, he still had his own privileges under certain conditions.

And he would rather give up all the profits than have "Skollreik" die the moment he returned.

"Okay... okay..." Sell Sell's fingers trembled, extremely satisfied with the increased offer Bosh had made, even willing to use his second ring for it.

The pitiful, surviving Mini-Minnies, even if they had lost their minds, had their fate decided by Bosh's few words.

"Weapon... attacking will... something is still missing." Bosh subconsciously felt that this was not enough, then suddenly remembered, "What if he uses confinement to escape again?"

"I want him to die the next time he appears." Bosh threw the question to his aides and the two newly joined partners.

"Isn't there still Shadow..." Nitemare's eyes flickered as she looked towards Yingying, who was listening with great interest below the podium.

"Yes, Shadow, you come over too!" Bosh waved his hand at the podium. "I need you to control that pile of dead skeletons, don't give him a chance to escape!"

On the podium, the vengeful souls were speaking eloquently, and below the lectern, Shadow slowly writhed into a question mark.

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"I'm sorry, I refuse to participate." Yingying wrote in polite Common Demon Tongue, "You are no longer the commander, and I will no longer obey your orders."

Yingying's reply poked at Bosh's nerves, and Bosh's arm turned into magma, as if he had completely forgotten the consequences of acting without permission.

"But you did help just now, didn't you?" Nitemare half-lied on the table, her voice soft and sweet.

"At that time, I hated him very much, so there was an attacking action." Yingying did not explain the state of the blessing, because he felt that it was not relevant to the present.

"You must have performed very well in the Blood River..." Nitemare's voice was even softer, "Can you come over?"

"Can you become my shadow? If you become my shadow, can you feel my happiness?" Nitemare's fingertips trembled slightly, moving down along the curves of her chest and abdomen.

"Enough! You..." Bosh raised his small fist and shouted, inexplicably competing with Yingying again.

"How annoying..." Yingying paused, and Shadow's thorns instantly pierced Bosh, then suddenly disappeared.

Yingying actively confined himself.

"You..." Bosh was stunned and furious, not knowing where to put his small fist.

"Or... shall we go too?" Nitemare was even more curious about Yingying.

"Fool, there is nothing in confinement, you can't see anything, let alone find them..." Bosh was still afraid, gritting his teeth with hatred, "Why not go to the entertainment room and block him... drag that skeleton outside and kill him!"

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