Everyone in the Demon Territory carried an innate sense of condescension.
Cold gazes. Guarded expressions. A hostility that wasn't openly displayed, but silently weighed every word and movement.
Compared to them, the rat demon in front of Ethan was already considered approachable.
"What should I call you boss?" the rat demon asked with a smile, his whiskers twitching slightly.
"Noah."
Ethan answered simply.
The way demons addressed people made him feel strangely familiar.
In his previous life, he had heard the word boss more than any other form of respect.
In human territory, powerful figures were called seniors.
In the Demon Realm, boss was the most common address.
It carried no pretense, no courtesy—only a recognition of strength.
For a fleeting moment, Ethan felt dazed, as if he had returned to another life, standing at the bottom of society where power alone dictated everything.
"Then I'll call you Mr. Noah," the rat demon said respectfully, cupping his hands.
