Chloe, ever the professional, simply stood in the shadows, her expression unreadable, though I could feel a faint wave of disapproval radiating from her.
She clearly thought this entire endeavor was beneath me.
"A goldmine of idiots," I declared. "This is wonderful. It's like a support group for the damned and the terminally stupid."
But then, I saw it.
The locked sub-forum.
The velvet rope of this demonic nightclub.
The Upper-Class Demon King Lounge (50+ Sectors Required)
"Pixia," I said, my voice a low hum of pure, ambitious greed. "Get me in."
"The system appears to have granted you access automatically based on your domain size, my Lord," she replied. "You have been… pre-approved."
Of course, I had.
I was Ragnar Vhagar. I had over sixty sectors to my name now.
I clicked the link.
The page loaded.
I saw a list of active members.
No names.
Just temporary handles like my own pathetic, humiliating one.
'Oni-Hime'. 'Beast-Lord'. 'Golem-Master'.
And a number.
