Insect God's words were like the most potent stimulant, injected into the hearts of all the lower-level Monsters present. Madness, chaos, desire—all sorts of fervent emotions intertwined and burned in their eyes, completely igniting the atmosphere of the entire venue.
"Long live His Majesty the Insect God!!"
"Long live His Majesty the Insect God!!"
"We swear to follow His Majesty the Insect God to the death!!"
"You are the electricity! You are the light! You are the only myth!!"
"The electric light dancing at your fingertips is our unwavering faith for this life!!"
It was unclear who shouted first, but immediately after, the fervent shouts merged into an boundless torrent, echoing throughout the entire underground space. At this moment, the dark figure seated on the rock throne appeared increasingly tall and magnificent in the eyes of all the Monsters present. They instantly forgot who the previous Monster King was, and their gazes toward Jack were filled with… loyalty.
(Orochi's remains: I'm still lying on the ground!)
Seeing this grand scene, Jack raised his hand and pressed it down, and the venue instantly quieted. He glanced at Orochi's remains on the ground, and a sharp glint flashed in his burning eyes. His gaze then swept over those Demon-level, and even Dragon-level, cadres, and his voice sounded again, carrying a deeper temptation.
"And this is just the beginning!! In the future, I will cultivate even higher-level Evolution Cells. They can allow Demon-level Monsters to break through their bottlenecks, and even… allow Dragon-level cadres to advance further."
As soon as these words came out, even the Dragon-level cadres who had been observing coldly held their breath. Advance further? Is there a higher realm above Dragon-level? This thought, like a seed, took root and sprouted in the hearts of all the strong ones.
"Alright." Jack stood up and waved his hand. "The first Monster Assembly ends here. Disperse, and await further orders. Oh, right… Gyoro Gyoro, you stay."
Regardless of their disaster level, the Monsters at this moment felt as if they had been granted a great pardon. They had both reverence and fear for the new king, and were filled with longing for the future and an infinite desire for power—one by one, they began to exit the venue with complex thoughts in their minds.
The Dragon-level cadres were intimidated by the powerful strength Jack had displayed earlier, and had no thoughts of causing trouble. Nyan—who had been blocking the way earlier—vanished in a flash, and Gale Wind and Hellfire Flame exchanged a glance, also bursting into extreme speed and disappearing into the passage. Black Sperm—who prided himself on having many clones—was not so cowardly, but for Jack—his superior existence—he still abandoned his usual troublesome thoughts. Before absorbing more protein, it's better to follow orders first.
Some Demon-level Monsters, such as Psykos—who had always been lusting after Jack—still wanted to step forward to recommend herself to the new king and show her value, but she was forced back by a cold glance from Jack.
"We'll talk about it later."
These simple four words made Psykos retreat sheepishly, but the eagerness in her eyes did not diminish at all. Because she compared her looks and figure with Plasma Dancer, and always felt—I still have a chance! Today, it must just be the wrong timing, it must be!
Soon, the originally noisy venue became empty. Pochi and Homeless Emperor, who were guarding both sides of the throne, were also waved away by Jack, leaving only him and Gyoro Gyoro, who was floating in mid-air, looking at each other across the space.
The atmosphere suddenly became a bit subtle.
Psykos, who was remotely controlling Gyoro Gyoro, had many emotions. She was contemplating how to preserve her status and voice under the new king, but suddenly felt a playful gaze fall upon her. She followed Gyoro Gyoro's line of sight, only to see Jack on the throne curiously examining Gyoro Gyoro—that look… it wasn't like looking at a subordinate, but more like looking at a… toy.
Psykos's heart trembled, and she suddenly thumped.
"This guy's gaze… he wouldn't be trying to retaliate, would he?!"
The voluptuous older sister thought about her previous attitude toward Insect God, and unconsciously swallowed her saliva. Then she reacted: "Wait—something seems wrong… Gyoro Gyoro was fierce to you, what does that have to do with me, Psykos."
Thinking this, Psykos immediately relaxed. In fact, she even opened a bottle of aged high-end red wine in a good mood, swirling the stemmed glass, and calmly anticipated the upcoming conversation with Insect God.
In the empty venue, only the crackling sound of shattering rocks and the gurgling sound of magma flowing at the bottom of the giant pit remained. Dead silence—oppressive.
The dark figure on the throne and the plump, purplish one-eyed Monster on the floating sofa faced each other from afar. One was the absolute overlord who had just ascended to the top with thunderous momentum. The other was the visible second-in-command of the Association—the first powerful minister under the new king.
It should have been a transfer of power between the new king and the old minister—an unspoken division of interests. But at this moment, the atmosphere became even more bizarre.
Jack merely waved his finger, and the restrained Orochi's flesh and blood on the ground disappeared like melting snow, along with the blood-soaked rocks and soil—not a single trace remained. Except for Orochi's heart, still under the force field seal, which maintained a hollow, pained expression, barely clinging to life under heavy suppression.
—Sure enough—fresh flesh and blood without the attachment of will are not considered living organisms, and can also be stored in the Imagination Domain.
Jack pondered, but Psykos—who witnessed all of this—felt a chill in her heart. She had figured it out: the methods Insect God had awakened after ascending to Dragon-level were endless, and it was impossible to determine how many trump cards were still unused beneath that dark body. Looking at it this way, Orochi's death was not unjust.
After raising Insect God's danger level by another notch in her mind, Psykos manipulated Gyoro Gyoro to perfectly portray the cautiousness and trepidation of an old era remnant stepping onto the ship of a new era: "His Majesty the Insect God—you kept me… do you have any special instructions?"
Jack did not answer immediately. He stood up from the throne and floated beside Gyoro Gyoro, as if admiring a work of art.
"Instructions? Of course."
As he spoke, Jack's gaze did not look at Gyoro Gyoro, but rather down at his feet. His burning eyes seemed to penetrate the thick rock layers, seeing beneath the deep darkness, as if muttering to himself.
"This puppet body of Gyoro Gyoro is very good. Its biological activity is very high, and it can also carry and amplify the Psychokinesis of the operator. To cultivate it, you must have put in a lot of effort, right?"
Psykos held the wine glass, her lips unconsciously curving upward, and she interjected: "That's nat… ur… al… Uh?!"
*BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM—! *
A series of thunderclaps exploded in her mind, and Psykos's brain went blank.
Puppet body—Insect God actually used the term 'puppet body'!
In the secret room, the voluptuous older sister—who had originally felt that everything was under control—suddenly stood up from the sofa. The stemmed glass containing crimson wine in her hand was crushed by the fluctuating Psychokinesis, and her tall, voluptuous body trembled slightly from shock.
"Impossible—absolutely impossible!!"