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This is the territory of the Baal family, a place where luxury and wildness coexist.
In the enormous banquet hall, the lights of the magic crystal lamps intertwined to create a dazzling spectacle. Groups of brightly dressed young demons raised their glasses, and the air was filled with the scents of alcohol, perfume, and burgeoning ambition.
When Zhou Ye and his entourage stepped into the banquet hall, the previously noisy and bustling atmosphere paused eerily.
Everyone's movements were a beat slower.
Countless rays of light, a mixture of curiosity, awe, jealousy, and scrutiny, instantly focused on Zhou Ye.
"Is he Zhou Ye?"
"That new son-in-law of the Gremory family... doesn't seem like much."
"Shut up! Do you want to die? He's trampled the Phoenix family under his feet! And that pure-blooded demon noble, who hasn't even left yet, was slapped across the face by Lord Lucifer right there and then!"
"The women around him... my god, every single one of them is gorgeous..."
Zhou Ye ignored the whispers and simply glanced around, a playful smile playing on his lips.
"Tsk, it's not much different from a high school dance in the human world." Kasumigaoka Utaha pushed up her non-existent glasses, her sarcastic mode fully activated. "They're all a bunch of little brats with excess hormones, eager to prove they're adults."
Just then, Rias gently tugged at Zhou Ye's sleeve.
"Ye, look over there."
Following her direction, Zhou Ye saw a very discordant scene.
In a corner of the banquet hall, a bespectacled, intellectual-looking young woman in golden yellow was being blocked by a lavishly dressed male devil.
The man looked arrogant, spitting as he spoke, and was very agitated.
The girl, though her face was cold and her lips were tightly pursed, clasped her hands together and looked indifferently at the man in front of her as she spoke.
“That’s Stigville of the Agares family,” Akeno Himejima explained softly from the side. “That man is Theodora Astaroth, the eldest son of the Astaroth family. A notorious arrogance and good-for-nothing.”
"Diodora?" Zhou Ye didn't recognize the name. But when Zhu Nai mentioned it, Zhou Ye remembered who she was. In the original work, she was a morbid nun-obsessed character. He had previously pretended that Elsa, who was hurt, had to leave the Vatican, which led to the subsequent events.
Oh wow, they're trying to stir things up.
"Sigvira Agares!"
Theodora's roar pierced through the clamor of half the banquet hall.
"Don't give your face shame!"
“Our Agares family’s affairs are none of your business, you morbid nun fetishist!” Sigurd’s voice was cold and hard.
"A sickly nun?"
Many demons present were focused on him. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that his retinue consisted of fallen nuns from the church. What else could he be but a morbid nun fetishist?
The strange looks he received made him extremely uncomfortable. Compared to Riesel Phoenix, a playboy, at least he was collecting female combatants for the [Ranking Game], but what could a simple nun possibly do? Diodora quickly became enraged, "I will soon be your master! Don't think I don't know what your family is up to! Trying to side with that human surnamed Zhou? You're just asking for trouble! You spineless cowards have completely disgraced the honor of pure-blooded demons!"
He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and even reached out to grab Sigurdela's shoulder.
"You dare touch me!" Sigvela roared, her magical power surging around her.
The two sides were on the verge of a fight.
"stop!"
A powerful voice, carrying an irresistible authority, cut between the two.
A black-haired youth, so burly he didn't resemble a demon but rather a humanoid beast, stood in front of Sigurdira.
He simply stood there, forming an insurmountable wall.
Seraogbali.
The nephew of the current Demon King Lucifer, the nominal heir of the Baal family, and a man renowned throughout the Underworld for his pure physical strength.
“Diodora,” Seraug said calmly, “this is a banquet, not a place for you to run wild. Apologize to Miss Agares.”
“Apologize?” Diodora’s expression twisted. “Seraug, who do you think you are? How dare you order me around?”
He pointed at Seraug's nose and cursed him vehemently.
"Don't forget who you are! A bastard with impure blood! A guy who climbed up the ranks by brute force! This is a gathering of pure-blooded nobles, you have no right to speak here! Get out of my way!"
The word "bastard" instantly lowered the temperature in the entire banquet hall.
Everyone knows that this is the biggest taboo in Theraog.
Seraug's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he ultimately managed to restrain himself.
"I'll say it again," he said, his voice barely containing his anger, "Apologize."
"I won't let her go! Today I'm not only going to teach her a lesson, I'm going to teach you a lesson too, you bastard!"
Diodora went completely mad. He bypassed Seraug and reached out to grab Sigvela again.
But his hand froze in mid-air.
An invisible hand appeared out of thin air and casually grasped his wrist.
It's Zhou Ye.
He had somehow walked up to the group of people.
"Who...who are you? Let me go!" Diodora felt as if her wrists were being clamped by iron clamps, unable to move.
Zhou Ye ignored him.
He turned his head to look at the wary Seraug, then at the stubborn Sigvila.
He gave a kind smile.
"Sorry to bother you."
"I think I just heard people talking about me?"
His voice was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.
Diodora's face turned deathly pale instantly.
He finally realized that the man in front of him was the "human surnamed Zhou".
"I...I didn't..." he tried to deny it.
"Click."
A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.
"what--!"
Diodora let out a pig-like scream, curled up into a ball, and knelt on the ground.
Zhou Ye let go of his hand, as if he had thrown away a piece of trash.
He took out a handkerchief, slowly wiped his hands, and then threw the handkerchief at Theodora's face.
"If you don't have a clean mouth, don't come out and shout nonsense."
"It will bring death upon your family and disgrace the current Demon King, Beelzebub."
After doing all this, he looked at Seraug and Sigurd again, his smile still warm.
"Now, can we have a proper talk?"
The air in the banquet hall seemed to freeze.
The crisp crack of bone and Theodora's heart-wrenching scream were like a hammer, shattering all pretense of politeness and elegance.
Everyone stared at the man standing in the center of the hall, the man who had just declared his existence in the most brutal and direct way.
Sera Ogbali's muscles tensed. He could feel that the man in front of him crushed Theodora's wrist as easily as breaking a dry twig.
Sigurdela Agares adjusted her glasses, and a strange light flashed in her pupils behind the lenses.
Zhou Ye glanced around at the young demons, some terrified, some angry, and some bewildered, his warm smile unchanged.
"Because of me, some of you younger generation are very dissatisfied?"
He spoke, as if asking a trivial question.
Sigurd pushed up her glasses and calmly replied, "There's nothing we can do. There are too many devils who are spoiled by their parents and families. They all have a troublesome father and always think they are the enemy of the world."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the quiet banquet hall.
"They believe that Zhou Yejun's fighting prowess is a fabricated claim by the Gremory family to create hype. After all, such important figures are usually arrogant, not so...gentle."
These words made many young nobles' faces turn very ugly.
This is like pointing a finger at them and calling them idiots.
But no one dared to refute it.
Because that idiot named Theodora is still twitching on the ground like a lump of mud.
On the other side, Rias's cousin, Seraogbal, was scrutinizing Zhou Ye's entire body inch by inch with his eyes full of fighting spirit.
This man doesn't look exaggerated.
It lacked explosive muscle definition and soaring magical energy; in fact, it was quite ordinary.
But Seraug's battle-hardened intuition was frantically warning him.
It's an instinctive fear when facing a natural enemy.
His intuition told him that if he acted recklessly now, he would really die in the next second.
"Your Excellency, Theodora is a piece of trash. He deserved to insult you."
Seraug finally spoke, his voice deep and powerful, like the beating of a war drum.
“But Miss Agares is right.”
He took a step forward, and the floor of the entire banquet hall trembled slightly.
A pure, beast-like sense of oppression emanated from him.
"We demons worship the strong."
"But strength isn't proven by rumors, it's proven by fists!"
His fighting spirit could no longer be suppressed, and it transformed into a raging inferno.