Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!

Before removing the soundproof barrier, Bai Jin asked Yang Yu one last question: ”Yang Yu, how should we explain the situation over at Lotcar?”

Returning the furniture in the room to its original position, Yang Yu replied:

”No need for special explanations, he will understand.”

After settling the bill, the innkeeper rubbed his hands, with a fawning smile, saw Yang Yu off, indicating that he could come anytime.

To be able to bring along a few pretty girls and a Magic Beast that clearly appeared extremely expensive, that man was definitely no ordinary person.

People who spend so lavishly, there are few in the business community who would dislike them.

Meeting up with Lotcar in the stable, Yang Yu did not call Lotcar by his full name, only calling him Carl once, and Lotcar immediately understood Yang Yu’s intention.

He also did not inquire much about Yang Yu’s plan, knowing that when Yang Yu wanted to tell him, he would naturally understand it all.

Everything that happened in the [Hall of Courage] was enough to make Lotcar firmly believe that this young boy in front of him had unexpected deliberation.

Rather than immediately mount Lotcar and leave this small town, Yang Yu and his companions went to the nearest pharmacy with Lotcar first.

Only after hoarding dozens of portions of herbs available at the ordinary pharmacy would it align with Yang Yu’s character.

Walking on the street, it wasn’t long before Yang Yu noticed that it seemed as though there was a dark cloud over everyone’s head.

The street that had been ordinary yesterday was now lifeless, with no sounds of laughter and chatter; everyone conversing had a solemn expression.

Deliberately moving closer, Yang Yu could vaguely hear some of their conversations.

Apparently, today’s newspaper published some extremely unexpected things.

This world, thanks to the existence of tools like the Crystal Ball capable of long-distance communication, information spreads far quicker than one might imagine.

Although the range of the Crystal Ball communication is determined by personal magic power, as long as multiple individuals construct a network, it’s barely possible to transmit messages globally in a short time.

Wansheng Country was short-handed and lacked unified magical education, so on the surface, they couldn’t construct a network for rapid information transmission.

But this ”problem” was ”solved” a few months after Yang Yu joined the Wansheng Country side.

Even a place like Wansheng Country had its own newspapers; however, unlike the Luo Ze Empire, which published several issues a week, Wansheng Country’s newspapers only reported very significant events.

If one could get hold of Wansheng Country’s latest newspaper, though it might not fully reveal the threads of Wansheng Country’s political upheaval, it could clarify seventy to eighty percent of it.

Such rapid and unified action to wage an external war at least demonstrated that the political upheaval in Ming Dalak was extremely tactful, even making it hard to see it as an upheaval.

”For such an extended period, unless the intelligence department of the Luo Ze Empire is inefficient, they should have heard some rumors.”

With this thought, Yang Yu handed over the required list of herbs to Iyas, asking her to purchase the herbs. Then, he spent a hefty sum to buy a newspaper from a passerby.

Unexpectedly, upon reading it, Yang Yu couldn’t help but rub his head as the ancient text translation he had been fixated on was just like that, published on the newspaper.

Quickly browsing through the newspaper’s content, Yang Yu pinched his chin, lapsing into a prolonged silence.

No matter how many times he looked, he couldn’t be wrong; the handwriting of the ancient text on the newspaper was identical to that on the pages he had, except for the text at the bottom.

Even if he couldn’t understand the ancient text, Yang Yu could understand the numbers at the bottom of the pages he had, but he couldn’t decipher the bottom text of the ancient text in the newspaper.

There was only one explanation for this.

The newspaper published was a genuine page, unlike the counterfeit versions Yang Yu held.

Though he couldn’t understand the text at the bottom of the newspaper’s published page, the half-written content indicated it was the last page of the entire book.

The translation of that final page stated, ”In this world, humans will eventually be replaced by subhumans.”

Not only did the Luo Ze Empire acknowledge this translation, but the Wansheng Country... no, the Wansheng Republic also acknowledged this translation.

Yang Yu knew what consequences this would bring.

The two countries were pushing their nations into the abyss of war, and more frighteningly, they would each use the righteousness of their race to coerce other nations to join, eventually leading to a worldwide war.

The Demon King hadn’t even descended, and this world was already in chaos.

If unresolved, it could be foreseen that different races would backstab each other while fighting the Demon King.

The situation had become more complex than anticipated.

Yang Yu tapped his head, once more falling into contemplation. So absorbed was he in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Iyas and Bai Jin carrying large bags out of the pharmacy, standing beside him.

Iyas and Bai Jin did not disturb Yang Yu’s thoughts.

After a while, Yang Yu finally folded the newspaper, placing it beside last year’s [Adventurer’s Peak], and said:

”Thanks for the hard work. Don’t worry, the battle situation won’t completely lean towards one side. Continue north as planned and gather the herbs as quickly as possible.”

Having said that, Yang Yu took the herbs from Bai Jin and Iyas, tossed them into the storage, and then led the team to immediately mount Lotcar and completely vanished from the small town.

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Luo Ze Empire, the furthest north, the Bitter Cold Land.

A beautiful Cold Ice Palace stood on the vast, boundless ice field.

Amidst the fierce Blizzard, a group of human adventurers made a final check of the equipment and tools they carried.

A rough glance revealed that the number of adventurers exceeded a hundred, composed of several adventure groups, mostly A-Class adventure groups with a few Quasi-S-Class, and some B-Class capable of being promoted to A-Class.

Such a large group came here for only one purpose: the generous bounty of the giant dragon mission.

It’s been nearly a year since the fall of the Quasi-S-Class Adventure Team [Forget Sorrow Stone].

[Forget Sorrow Stone] encountered a strange creature, almost wiped out, with only one person barely surviving.

From the mouth of the surviving man, adventurers could hardly get any useful information.

He drank alone every day, becoming insane and essentially ruined.

Fortunately, after a long search, before winter this year, adventurers had once again found the track of that creature.

The creature with the dragon bounty was now in this Cold Ice Palace.

If they could smoothly deal with that creature, everyone could receive a lifetime’s worth of wealth.

For this day, they had conducted countless drills; this temporarily assembled large adventure group was brimming with confidence.

The Quasi-S-Class adventurer leading them, seeing everyone ready, shouted the order to advance without hesitation:

”For our future, forward!”