"How did you come up with this plan… and why do you possess such advanced bio-design knowledge?"
Chu Hao was deeply shocked by Daimon's proposal for two main reasons.
The first was the plan itself—one that felt strangely familiar to him.
Because in his previous life, he had heard demons speak of a terrifying existence—one they hated deeply yet also feared instinctively.
Those beings were called devils.
These so-called devils were the natural nemeses of demons, yet at the same time, demons were capable of restraining them.
Within the lowest depths of the Endless Abyss—at the point where it connected with the Infernal Hell—the devils and demons waged an eternal Blood War.
This endless battle not only honed the demons' strength and adaptability to warfare, but also allowed many of them to evolve, ascending to become true demon princes in the process.
In a sense, the existence of the devils and the Blood War itself had greatly accelerated the evolution of the demonic race.
But that was merely from the perspective of the demons.
In truth, it wasn't only the demons who were evolving.
The cunning and cruel devils, too, were constantly changing and evolving through endless combat—sometimes even faster than the demons themselves.
Because both sides continuously evolved in opposition to each other, their Blood War had already lasted for countless ages.
Unlike the chaotic, destructive, and frenzied demons, devils were different.
They possessed reason, order, and terrifying intelligence. They were sinister, efficient, and horrifyingly disciplined.
Their extreme rationality was more important than their dark and twisted souls.
Every devil would one day die—but unless it was completely annihilated, it would always return as a cold, calculating embodiment of evil.
No matter how beautiful or emotional something might seem, to a devil it held no value.
Only power and strength mattered.
That incomprehensible calmness and absolute ruthlessness—those were the devils' greatest gifts.
They revered authority and order… yet were irredeemably evil.
Like demons, they delighted in watching the world crumble, in seeing innocent souls weep and wail before them.
But unlike demons, who relied on raw violence, devils preferred to achieve their ends through schemes and deceit.
If one had to use a single word to describe them, Chu Hao thought of this: hypocrisy.
Disgusting, flawless hypocrisy.
They were like the shrewd merchants of reality—outwardly wise, seemingly understanding one's deepest desires, and offering the perfect "solution."
Of course, if someone knew themselves well enough, they might resist such temptation.
But if not…
Then things would turn dire.
For the devil would offer them a "contract" they could not refuse—one that appeared perfectly fair and favorable, bound by unbreakable oaths.
Yet hidden within that contract were countless traps, designed to drag the victim into damnation.
One of the most infamous tricks was disguising the unfair clauses as decorative patterns within the document.
Sometimes, the contract's reading order would even be reversed—from left to right into front to back—concealing deadly terms within its structure.
In other cases, the blank white back of the contract would already contain invisible ink inscriptions of hidden conditions.
Anyone unfortunate enough to sign such a contract would be doomed.
Because in the Infernal Hell—a realm forged by devils—death was merely the beginning.
A beginning of endless suffering.
Now, the Infernal Hell itself was an incredibly complex realm—its structure and environment could fill entire volumes of study.
But that was a topic for another time.
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After reviewing Daimon's proposal, the first species that came to Chu Hao's mind was naturally the devils.
He had once considered creating a powerful Infernal Hell to lessen the endless internal slaughter among the demons of the Abyss.
However, that idea had long been shelved.
At the time, the Endless Abyss was still rapidly expanding. Chu Hao lacked the resources to sustain such a massive undertaking.
Moreover, he had never finalized the design of the devil race itself.
Creating a species whose evolutionary potential could rival that of demons was an almost impossible feat—even for a high-tier deity.
It would require countless intricate experiments and unimaginable data.
In fact, the amount of data involved would likely surpass that of Daimon's current proposal.
Because, like demons, devils were unique beings.
And yet this time, Daimon had somehow produced a complete "blueprint" for them—and handed it to Chu Hao.
That was the second reason Chu Hao was so astonished.
How could Daimon possess such advanced biological design capabilities?
Holding the blueprint, Chu Hao asked across the dimensional link, "Did you come up with these biological designs yourself?"
He found it difficult to believe that Daimon—a being composed only of vast neural matter—could design something like this.
But Daimon's reply was unexpected.
"My Lord, these designs were not created by me. They are a new proposal provided by the brain worm of the Void Zerg."
"The brain worm?"
Chu Hao was momentarily surprised. "You can communicate with it?"
"My Lord, any intelligent being can be forced into communication through my vast Mind Sea. However, before I explain our exchange, there is something I must tell you first."
"What is it?"
"The brain worm wishes to see you. It wants to ask you several important questions."
"Why did you grant it life and intelligence?"