DKIE CH98: Main Text Complete

Unveiling a huge scandal in the middle of the night is truly heartless.

Netizens frantically tapped their screens, and after a good ten minutes of back and forth, they barely managed to squeeze in.

However, the comment section was still extremely laggy. Many people wrote long, eloquent posts, only to be met with a “failed to send” message.

The currently active comments were almost all variations of shock.

In fact, as early as a month ago, experts had predicted Luka’s cultivation method and the time he would become a god, stating that given his progress within a year and lack of cultivation bottlenecks, he might break through to godhood in the short term.

Predictions were one thing, but seeing it for real, the level of shock was not diminished in the slightest.

The video progress bar still had a long way to go. They quickly dragged it forward.

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The screen began to play a TV sales ad, and every second felt exceptionally long.

While searching the entire screen for the red ‘X’ to close the ad, their efforts paid off. The second half of the breakthrough video loaded!

Suddenly, heavenly light burst forth. The golden energy dispersing from Luka’s body was like drumsticks, striking the heavens and creating a series of unusual sounds.

The sharp light at the edge of his wings was like a white rainbow piercing the sun, further achieving the feat of leaving a trace in the void.

The most complete pattern of the magic circle was formed, confirming the birth of a new god in the world.

Who hasn’t dreamed of becoming a god?

Just as they reached the most exciting part, the screen abruptly stopped again.

【Exclusive members unlock more content】.

“…Speechless isn’t that I have nothing to say, it’s that I don’t want to curse too filthily.”

“Isn’t this a bit much! Isn’t this a bit much!!”

“Clicked the payment link, what membership? It’s a monthly subscription! What a profiteer!”

“Jealousy is making my demonic heart unstable. How old is he, a twenty-year-old god? I finally understand where the Demon King’s dislike came from. By the way, where is the Demon King?”

At this juncture, who cared about the Demon King.

Among the billions of living beings, there was no shortage of wealthy ones. Many didn’t even bother to comment and unlocked it without a second thought.

Finally, they could see the rest—

At fifteen minutes and thirty seconds, Luka and the man gazed at each other affectionately.
At seventeen minutes and forty-two seconds, Luka made flowers bloom for the man.
At eighteen minutes and fifty-nine seconds, the little couple hugged tightly in the wild.

The Demon Realm’s prince had successfully grasped both love and career.

The video, which began with red and black text, ended with rainbow text: 【To celebrate the happy union of lovers, we will donate ten percent of the membership fees to various Demonic Script Theory research institutions.】

So they had to chip in for a wedding gift and indirectly do charity for someone else’s love, is that it!

Furious netizens left comments one after another, 【You have to watch until the end, it’s so worth it!】
【That’s right, that’s right, the essence of the whole video is at the end.】

Similar comments each received millions of likes and were instantly pushed to the front page.

The topics #DontWatchAndRegretItForLife and #BecomingAGod topped the charts together. Luka single-handedly monopolized all the platform’s topic volume. Whether it was the community or small channel groups, everyone was spamming.

More and more netizens were tricked into the second half of the video. Under a sea of Luka’s red-named fans, Alex appeared on a small corner of the trending topics.

A major Luka solo stan posted under their real name: “Wishing Alex an early breakthrough.”
The blessing was sincere. They, the solo stans, lived on the dream of the lightning tribulation taking Alex away.
Strike, lightning, strike!

The internet brought people of different identities and classes closer on a virtual platform. Most netizens were just watching the fun, as Luka becoming a god didn’t affect them much.

But the military departments and high-level officials of all races held meetings overnight.

During the time the Saint was away, the Old Monster had stayed in the Holy City to help hold down the fort.

Even within the same faction, there were different views and opinions, not to mention that the video conference also included some smaller races on good terms with the human race. They all began to worry about the future situation of the continent.

The Old Monster couldn’t be bothered to reason with them. He mimicked the Lord of Boulder City’s tone:
“Everyone, we need to look at the problem from a developmental perspective. We can’t just look at whether Luka becoming a god means war or peace. We need to see that the rules of the starry sky are weak. The Saint himself might soon be able to communicate with the gods.”
“Similarly, we can’t just focus on the love story. That most failed legend of the continent, will he become a god in the future? Will the two of them get a divorce? We need to consider the impact of a divorce and so on.”

That’s right!

They almost forgot that Alex was also a huge hidden danger.

Everyone talked themselves hoarse for a whole night.

As dawn approached and he saw they were all tired, the Old Monster calmly reminded them, “Those two aren’t married yet.”
Go wash up and sleep.
“…”

The clamorous discussions did not reach Luka. Having broken through the thirteenth rank in one go, he needed to consolidate his realm step by step.

When Luka went to Boulder City for closed-door cultivation, Quill stood guard nearby, quietly studying demonic script.

At this moment, this quietness exuded an extreme sense of detachment.

The Saint happened to see this scene when he arrived.

In all fairness, Alex was a true master of all arts. It would not be difficult for him to advance further. Logically, as long as he cultivated in seclusion, he should be able to break through soon.

However, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry.

The bald-bottomed ferret jumped over in a few leaps. It wouldn’t wrong itself now and immediately raised the relevant question.

Quill: “The connections are too dense. The feedback from the world to Luka will be reduced.”

For a period after becoming a god, the world’s gifts will decrease, but the decreasing part is also very important. After all, there are strong and weak gods.
If he becomes a god now, he will steal some of the world’s feedback meant for Luka.

The ferret wished it could slap itself for having to go and ask how much love a person had.

Remembering the old grudge of the Clan Guardian token, Quill finally lifted his eyelids. “Anyway, I don’t have to endure a lightning tribulation.”
No rush.

The Saint was at a loss for words.

It was better to go back and breathe the air of the Holy City as soon as possible.

The Saint stated his purpose. He planned to leave the ferret for a few days. The Apothecary’s potion was of average effect. When Luka came out of seclusion, he could have him try to heal it with faith power. His power after becoming a god was on a different level than before and might be able to help the ferret restore its original fur.

Faced with the bald-tailed ferret who had contributed greatly at the last moment, Quill rarely added insult to injury and nodded.

It was a month later when Luka truly came out of seclusion.

With the combined effect of high-level potions and faith power, after a total of three courses of treatment, the ferret was truly saved. Its new fur was even more glossy and smooth.

Luka held up a mirror, and the ferret kept spinning to admire itself.

He turned his head to look at Quill and said, “I’ve been away for too long. I need to go back to the Demon Realm to inspect it as soon as possible.”

The Demon Realm was a skyscraper built on loose sand. Like the demonic script architecture they had constructed, it was deformed and twisted, but that didn’t stop it from functioning.
He hoped they hadn’t caused any trouble while he was away.

Quill nodded, indicating it was no problem.

Luka: “Let’s go to Klin Sentry Tower first.”

He always had a deeper affection for the place of his first speech.
That was the high-EQ way of putting it. The truth was, the local customs were too fierce, and he had to keep an eye on them.

Before setting off, Quill helped him consider things more comprehensively. “Don’t neglect the Land of Exile. This place didn’t belong to any race before.”
Because it was too barren and had no resources, all races disdained it.
“With your current identity and status, you can completely set up a teleportation array, build a safe zone, and promote trade between the border town and Boulder City.”

Luka raised an eyebrow. “Good idea!”

Another item was added to the schedule. On the way, Luka was still seriously thinking about how to build the new safe zone. It wasn’t until they were close that his vision was filled with a field of gold.

In early autumn, a new demonic field was built outside Klin Sentry Tower. On both sides of the field ridges, many demon citizens were transporting ore on the streets. The recently discovered demonic mine had now entered the mining stage. From a distance, it was a scene of prosperity and harmony.

A new city lord had recently taken office. He accompanied the inspection, introducing the several key industries currently under development.

“Compulsory education has been popularized. Recently, I’ve been leading troops around the city to catch children and send them to school.”

There were plenty of demons who looked down on theoretical knowledge. As a demon lord, the city lord chose to ‘fight violence with violence.’

He was halfway through his report when a white light suddenly flashed before his eyes, followed by a scream.

The scream wasn’t from Luka, but a female voice.

Before he could react, a figure was sent flying through the air, landing on the ground and vomiting blood.

Luka stood calmly in place. The news of him becoming a god was known throughout the continent, yet there was still someone blind enough to try and assassinate him.

Surprised for a second at Luka’s current strength, the new city lord was surprised for a second time. “That scared me to death. I thought we were back to our old business.”
Assassinating the Demon King was a traditional virtue of Klin Sentry Tower.

Luka let out a “heh.”

The assassin was not in disguise. Strands of her hair were mixed with blood, sticking to her skin which was covered in demonic script. At this moment, she stared at Luka with hatred.

After confirming the assailant was a demoness, everyone suddenly felt it was quite normal. During the previous Demon King’s reign, he had neglected the Evil Knight Order and favored the Hellfire Stallions and Fallen Demonesses.
The demonesses, in particular, were extreme fanatics of the former Demon King, willing to do anything for him.

Luka glanced indifferently at the assassin demoness.

The news of the Demon King’s death had already spread, but it didn’t make much of a splash. Since the wanted notice, the Demon King had fallen from his pedestal in many people’s hearts. People were now more concerned with the loosening of the starry sky’s rules and whether they could become a god.

This casual attitude completely enraged the demoness. She looked at Luka with hatred and pain. “The royal family’s father and son are both patricidal. It’s a curse. Just you wait…”
“You will also die at the hands of your own child sooner or later!”

Luka sighed, “Sis, I’m gay.”
He wasn’t having children.

The demoness was stopped by that inexplicable “sis.”
Seeing Quill, who also looked at her like an ant, she barely managed to decipher the possible meaning of the previous word.
The Demon Realm had no concept of celibacy. As long as one party had the essence of blood, life could be created anytime, anywhere.
The demoness naturally didn’t believe what Luka said and firmly believed he would die at the hands of his descendants.

Quill couldn’t be bothered with the nonsense and was about to turn her to dust with a flick of his finger.

Luka held his hand to stop him. “Don’t be like that. I want to be a benevolent Demon King.”
“…Control her, don’t let her die. Bury the Demon King’s remains I brought back (anti-radiation) with the Saintess’s relics, and then make her kneel before my parents’ grave and silently read ‘My Demon King Father’ once a day, to ‘see them off’ to their final rest.”

Quill frowned.

Luka was willing to let the Demon King and the Saintess be buried together and even forgave the demoness, allowing her to stay by the Demon King’s grave. It was practically a heavenly treatment for everyone who had ever hurt him.

Beside them, the new city lord gasped.

Were those even demonic words?

The book mocked the couple’s false love, yet they were buried together to listen to it. And the demoness not only had to recite the Demon King’s past vows to the Saintess, but she had to do it kneeling.
It would be better to just kill her.

Luka then gave the new city lord an order. “By the way, publicize this matter.”
He didn’t like killing, so he had never purged the Demon King’s old forces. But that didn’t mean he was willing to tolerate countless moths flying into his flame.
He wasn’t a candle.
Those who randomly flew in needed to know that sometimes, death is a luxury.

“Kill me, kill me!” the demoness roared, but her divine sense was controlled by the mist threads, and she couldn’t self-destruct.

The thin threads wrapped around his bony fingers. Quill glanced at the still-dazed new city lord.
“What are you standing there for? Go live-stream this at the grave.”

The new city lord’s face was filled with terror.

Luka was speechless.

The arriving guards dragged the demoness away.

Taking a deep breath, Luka watched them go all the way.

Quill comforted him, “Don’t worry, even from ten thousand miles away, I can prevent the assassin from self-destructing.”
He would definitely fulfill the other’s wish to be a benevolent Demon King.

The new city lord really couldn’t listen anymore. Were those even demonic words!

His expression turned solemn. He composed himself and bowed his head respectfully. “The Prince has sent a message, asking when you plan to hold the coronation ceremony.”
It was tacitly understood, but the most important process had not yet been completed.

Luka thought for a moment. The statue was already up; it really wasn’t appropriate to delay.
“Seven days from now. Go notify them to prepare. I will personally write the invitation letters for a few of the clans.”

With this order, the entire Demon Realm immediately boiled over. The Demon King’s ascension to the throne was no small matter. It happened on average only once every few hundred years! Luka now had overwhelming support everywhere, and some demons even tried to buy invitation letters from the black market for their collections.

The invitation letters personally sent by Luka were indeed very valuable. Like the coronation ceremony itself, they were very ceremonial.
For example, the Dragon Clan’s was a merchandise of the cubs’ New Year look, the Elf Clan’s was a newly developed record, and Luka gave the Dwarf Clan a design drawing.

The races with slightly less strength didn’t receive handwritten invitations, but that didn’t stop them from eagerly trying to curry favor.

While the various factions were busy showing goodwill, the capital city was also bustling with activity.

The coronation ceremony was complicated and tedious. Before and after the Demon King’s fall, some princes were reshuffled and were undergoing a power transition. Their respective fiefdoms also had to respond to Luka’s call and organize exchange and study activities. They were simply too busy.

In the end, the responsibility fell on a few demon officials with idle positions.

The royal heirs, resigned to their fate, were ordered to supervise the various stages. The Third Prince asked Alicia, “Do we really have to live so humiliatingly?”

Alicia: “Do you want to go live-stream at the grave too?”
It wasn’t that she was siding with Luka; reality was just that cruel.
Everyone instantly shut up.

The chances of inheriting the throne were small anyway, so the Sixth Prince was the most open-minded. “Father lost his life, the nobility lost their privileges, and we are still royal heirs.”
They were just treading water. Thinking about it, it wasn’t worth feeling sad.
“…”

The humiliated, the open-minded, those thinking about the future… in short, individual will could not change the outcome. Due to the upcoming grand ceremony, the Demon Realm was in a joyous atmosphere.

Due to the distance, the first to receive the invitation letter was the human race.

The Saint had already returned to the Holy City and was playing chess with the Astrologer at the Star-Gazing Platform. After reading the invitation, he handed it to the curious Astrologer opposite him.

Seeing the object reminded him of the old demon. The Astrologer first lamented the fate of the previous Demon King, then asked, “Aren’t you in a hurry? That kid has already become a god.”

The Saint shook his head. “I never use individual successes to spur myself on.”

After finishing the game, he entered the demoness’s live stream and sent a virtual airship.
【Help me say thank you in front of the Demon King’s grave.】
Thank him for sacrificing a plane, causing the rules of two worlds to loosen, allowing him to also see the hope of becoming a god.

Demoness: “!!!” She was about to go crazy.

The captain of the guards in charge of watching her reminded her, “His Highness’s meaning is, when you earn a hundred million to support the poor, orphaned, and elderly, you will regain your freedom.”
Thinking it was an endless ordeal, then a sudden turn of events. The almost-collapsed demoness looked at the top donor and entered a difficult ideological struggle.

The sun rose and the moon set. Seven days passed quickly.

A day or two in advance, factions arrived one after another with heavy gifts. On the day of the ceremony, the entire capital city was more lively than ever.

No matter how many Demon Kings had reigned, the capital was always vast and magnificent. Floating islands were held up by magic and technology. Although the noble system was abolished, the underground city was still strictly hierarchical.

The influence of some old laws could not be eliminated. In the confrontation between hierarchy and law, the center of power instead showed a mysterious brilliance.

On that day, the most elite soldiers of the Demon Clan were neatly dressed, putting away their usual wild emotions and strictly guarding the various checkpoints.

Facing the guests from all directions, they were all filled with pride, holding silver spears and standing motionless.

“Look, the Elf King.” A former great noble was shocked. “The Elf King actually came in person.”
This one had never been willing to participate in the Ten Thousand Courts Assembly before and was famously averse to crowds.

“Nonsense, our King is a god now, who wouldn’t give him face? I heard they were on good terms to begin with.”

When the old nobles saw the faction representatives who had come in person, the last bit of resentment in their hearts disappeared.

Among all the factions, the Dragon Clan had been building the safe zone. The demons weren’t too surprised to see the giant dragons. Instead, the arrival of Nellie from the Dwarf Clan caused a different kind of cheer.
“God of Forging” had started to diversify the continent’s aesthetic. “Miss Nellie is as beautiful as ever.”

The figures of the guests from afar disappeared one by one into the entrance of the underground city. The royal heirs had not been raised under the previous Demon King for so many years for nothing. The vast and prosperous underground city was arranged very properly, with special reception envoys, and every process went without a hitch.

Inside the palace, pillars entwined with flood dragons stood majestically.

The sculptures on the dome cast shadows. Below the supreme throne, demon musicians struck gold and stone, and bells and drums sounded in unison.

The guests were seated in the designated seats on both sides. The princes and city lords of the central cities were already neatly dressed, standing on the long central carpet with solemn expressions.

All previous Demon Kings had ascended the throne at dusk. The master of ceremonies timed it perfectly, and the grand doors at the end opened automatically.

The moment Luka appeared, the originally somewhat noisy hall automatically fell silent.

All eyes gathered on the young man’s body.

His velvet robe trailed on the ground. His beauty was as magnificent as the pure gold crown. The Sage’s Sword, wanting to join in the fun, hung at his waist, adding a sharp edge to his temperament.

Today’s protagonist monopolized all the splendor. Quill watched as Luka stepped onto the heavy carpet, slowly walking towards the high place, his expression unusually gentle.

The last stretch of the road was not long, but not short either.

“Demon King…”

Luka silently repeated the two words in his heart, his emotions complicated.

In the sound of the sonata, the unhappy memories of his childhood intertwined and confused with everything from his adulthood. His hand on the scabbard tightened slightly.

The palace was very large, and there was still some distance on the long carpet to the highest point. Luka did not stare straight ahead at the throne but occasionally glanced at both sides, looking at the familiar faces.

One step after another.

He passed over the layers of stairs and looked level with the throne.

The moment he turned around, all the demon dignitaries bowed in unison. “May the King endure with the starry sky!”
The congratulations were uniform, echoing inside and outside the hall.

The Demon Realm had no religion. The King was the absolute ruler of the entire realm. Luka did not bow but placed the crown on his own head.

Bathed in the brilliance of the crown, after composing himself slightly, a small stack of paper appeared in his hand.

Now, only the last part of the coronation ceremony remained: the new king’s speech.

After that would be a grand banquet.

The dense live broadcast equipment, usually only used for the Return Hunt, was activated. Facing the gazes of countless subjects, Luka began his inaugural address:
“Hello, fellow demon citizens. Hello, guests from afar.”

The air was silent for a moment.

A greeting was one thing, but why the pause afterwards?

Lilian, who had been specially invited, understood in a second and started clapping rhythmically. Everyone else belatedly followed suit, clapping vigorously.

Just before the applause died down, Luka continued, “It is autumn again, a year of bountiful harvest.”
The previously solemn and grand atmosphere instantly took a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. “Today, I am very happy to succeed the throne of the Demon King. I am deeply aware of the glory of this mission, the responsibility on my shoulders, and the expectations of all of you.”
“As a Demon King, I will remain true to my original aspiration, continue to vigorously develop the cultural and entertainment industry, enrich the lives of the people, be brave in my duties, and be proactive in my actions…”

Below, everyone’s expressions gradually changed from serious to →(O_O).

Luka finished the first page, turned it, and continued reading the second.

At a leisurely pace, he soon began the journey of the third page.

Time passed minute by minute, and the expressions changed from (O_O) to (￣o￣) .zZ.

They were getting sleepy.

It was his first time being a Demon King, and Luka was still a bit unskilled.

He had written the speech according to the school assemblies of his previous life’s world, specially preparing a massive twenty-minute speech.

The Third Prince really couldn’t hold it in and secretly sent a voice transmission to Alicia nearby. “I read a novel these past two days. Is this what they call ‘establishing rules’? Is he making us stand as punishment?”

Alicia: “…”
Just shut up.
And what kind of garbage are you reading?

On the guest side, the Saint pretended to bow his head and drink tea. Rio found it amazing; he was actually feeling sleepy now, more effective than dream-rest grass.

Nellie was so sleepy she was about to fall under the table. The Elf King was still studying whether Luka’s voice was also cursed.

Only Quill listened very seriously, thinking Luka was very literary. Unfortunately, before he could appreciate it for long, Luka had only read for less than half an hour.

When it ended, the applause was as loud as thunder.

Every guest’s face was filled with genuine joy. He had finally finished reading. You had to know that previous Demon Kings’ speeches were only a few sentences, summarized as: I came, I saw, I conquered.
This type was unheard of.

The city lords and princes were thoughtful. Should they imitate the new king and prepare like this in the future?

After the final round of congratulations, all the demons present bowed their heads slightly, their distracting thoughts swept away. They once again performed the standard ritual uniformly.

Luka sat casually on the throne, his divine sense spreading out in an instant through the statues standing in the Demon Realm—
Ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers, all under his eyes.

Excerpt from Luka’s Diary:
This text is dedicated to the visitors from beyond the river of history who witnessed the growth of the Demon King. May starlight and good luck be with you.

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