Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

If humans were to serve the demons, their "noble" titles would certainly need to change. How dare they call themselves nobles in the presence of demons?

Shaquille had long devised this system, even considering that human names might be troublesome and inconvenient for demons to manage, so he simply replaced them with numbered codes.

Thus, commoners and nobles were essentially just changing skins, becoming dust citizens and upper citizens.

While Shaquille seemed to be completely pandering to the demons, he also benefited from it.

Before the demon invasion, he was the Chairman of the Upper Senate in the Mage Nation, second only to the Crown Prince and wielding peak power, but limited to the Mage Nation.

However, if Shaquille\'s proposal was approved and human nations ceased to exist, all becoming the Demon Realm, it would undoubtedly be equivalent to expanding the cake.

For example, as the President of the Upper Senate, the former could only govern the Mage Nation, while the latter would rule over all humans within the entire Demon Realm. Although the position remained unchanged, the real power expanded several times.

Moreover, the former commoners could at least have their own names and solve basic food and clothing needs.

But in the ruling strategy Shaquille later presented to Reji, the dust citizens truly lived up to the word "dust".

"Your Majesty, unlike the great demon race, the inferior bloodline of the human species dictates that laziness is the nature of most people. Therefore, we must never let those dust citizens live comfortably and easily, as it will only breed inertia in them," Shaquille advised.

"I believe Your Majesty can tackle this from two aspects."

Shaquille gave a look to the noble negotiation team behind him, and one of the representatives immediately understood, stepping forward.

Introducing himself as the Minister of Food in the "Consortium", he knelt before Reji\'s throne and petitioned the Demon King:

"Your Majesty, apart from the offerings to the demons, the remaining food produced by humans must not be fully distributed. We need to control it."

"Let seventy percent of humans starve, with only thirty percent able to eat their fill. This way, the other seventy percent will work even harder for the demons, while the thirty percent will desperately maintain their positions to continue eating well, not daring to slack off and continuing to work hard for the demons."

Shaquille secretly observed the Demon King on the throne, but unfortunately his face was covered by a helmet. However, although the Demon King was resting his chin on his hand, he showed no obvious signs of dissatisfaction, seemingly finding their proposals acceptable.

Then another negotiation representative hurriedly stepped forward, the Minister of Land.

"Your Majesty, to improve the efficiency of humans serving the demons, food is only one part. Tackling it from the land will also be very effective. Among the dust citizens, the lower the number, the higher the status and the better housing they can be allocated. The lowest dust citizens have no right to housing and can be placed in unified concentration camps," he explained.

"Your Majesty may not know, but humans place great importance on the concept of home. Therefore, Your Majesty only needs to use a piece of land or a house to easily control an entire human family, even their next generation and the one after that."

Reji laughed.

He asked, "Didn\'t you say earlier that the vast majority of people have no right to housing?"

Hearing the Demon King actually speak and seemingly take interest in this topic, the Minister of Land immediately became excited and hastened to explain to Reji:

"Yes, Your Majesty. So all our land is temporarily leased to those humans, and we will use high interest rates to make them pay for generations to keep that piece of land."

Reji nodded.

Raising his hand, he signaled that this Minister of Land need not continue his enthusiastic "overall planning".

"Anything else?"

The Demon King\'s cold, emotionless voice echoed through the hall, leaving Shaquille and the other nobles a bit at a loss, unable to fathom the Demon King\'s intentions. To be on the safe side, Shaquille gave a look and another minister stepped forward.

This was the Minister of Education and Culture.

"Your Majesty, we implore the demon race to send Wisdom Demons to work with us in jointly compiling human-demon education curricula," he requested.

"We hope to spread the greatness of the demon race to all corners of the world, letting all humans admire the advanced civilization of the demons and recognize their own lowly status. Let the newly born children become the most loyal supporters of the demon race in the future."

"Similarly, we will have songs, dances, and plays in various places themed around the demon race, spreading demonic thought to every human, so that all humans can fight for Your Majesty."

As he spoke, the many beautiful singers and dancers who had accompanied this negotiation team, each graceful and in the prime of their youth, began to sing and dance at the nobles\' cue.

If the demon race was also willing to engage with human society, then every demon, even the lowest demon servant, should have beautiful human dancers as companions to demonstrate their status and deepen the interaction between the two races.

At this point, Reji no longer cared what the nobles below were still saying.

He now better understood the words of the guardian Malvin back then - the demon race was the true salvation.

It was not only because of the mana mutation problem caused by the Evil God.

The nobles who came to negotiate with him on behalf of humans had turned all their subjects into bargaining chips, just to please him and secure their own positions.

And was this Shaquille\'s fault?

No.

Even if it wasn\'t Shaquille standing here today, there would still be the next noble. Nobility was not a person, but a disease that was bound to appear in the entire human group.

To cure this disease, humans could not do it on their own.

In other words.

The hero could never save humanity.

To truly bring salvation to humans.

It had to be... The Demon King.

"Kill them all," Reji issued the command, somewhat disheartened.

Beside him, Eileen confirmed again, "All of them?"

"All of them."

This exchange was very quick, too fast for Shaquille and the noble delegation still talking non-stop below to react.

A rose-colored thorn whip lashed out, and with a "bang", the leader of this human consortium\'s head split open like a watermelon.

After a brief daze, the terrified nobles instinctively scattered and fled, but what awaited them was the merciless blade of the Sword Demon. Their fragile bodies were like cotton, shredded into pieces under the Sword Demon\'s edge.

A small portion of the nobles in a desperate attempt thought of the only demon apostle who had smiled at them earlier, that little girl hugging a doll. They frantically ran towards Eris, begging for mercy. Stay tuned for updates on M V L

It turned out Eris indeed rejected none who came. Her small face, under the nobles\' horrified gaze, suddenly enlarged into an indescribable monster, grinning and continuing to "smile" at them. Then one by one, she swallowed all the approaching humans into her belly.

In less than three minutes.

All the human negotiation delegations who had come to have an audience with the Demon King met a gruesome end.

In fact, if Eileen hadn\'t seen Reji\'s loathing for these humans and deliberately used such cruel segments to grant them death, the Sorcery Demon could have cleared the field with a random spell in two or three seconds.