Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

However, William could clearly sense that the two eyeballs in the other party’s hand were the Whispering Empress’s eyeballs.

This was because he saw the reflection of countless fate threads on the two pitch-black eyeballs.

To the Void Sovereign, Their bodies were the manifestation of the domain they symbolized. It was also because of this that most attacks couldn’t cause true damage to Them other than a few special methods. This was just like how one couldn’t injure a thought or concept.

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But by the same logic, if a portion of Their bodies could be dug out, it was equivalent to stripping a portion of their authority from Them.

Therefore, the two eyeballs in Valk’s hand weren’t just eyeballs, but the authority to see the net of conspiracies. In other words, the Whispering Empress, Beatrice, had given a portion of her domain to Absurdity Jester.

Although the other party was a lunatic and he shouldn’t be surprised by anything a lunatic did, William couldn’t help but ask, “Why did you make this bet?”

“Reason!”

Valk suddenly raised his voice, scaring the tower guardian so much that she shrunk her neck.

“Reason! Reason! Reason!”

He shouted three more times before staring at William and saying softly, “Why do mortals need a reason for everything they do? Don’t you do anything without a reason? Do you need a reason to make the sky rain frogs? Do you need a reason to pull out a person’s intestines and use them as a tie? No! There’s no need for a reason. I just do it.”

He waved His hands exaggeratedly after He spoke.

The Demon General in the middle of the stage turned into a vortex and disappeared. Then, it spun and appeared on the floor in front of them.

“Very good. You completed your mission outstandingly. I’m very satisfied to wait here for the return of the former Calamity.”

As Valk spoke, He raised the Demon General’s face with the golden staff in His hand.

The other party still had a dazed expression.

“I want to reward you for this. Clearly, the name Mania doesn’t match your current temperament at all, so I want to give you a brand new name.”

As Valk spoke, He stood up excitedly and raised the Demon General’s hand. He turned around and announced to the countless mannequins in the audience, “All the employees and audience at Fanatic Theater, look at your manager!”

The mannequins turned their heads in unison to Valk, who was raising the Demon General’s arm. They extended their hands and placed it under their chins, prepared to clap at any moment.

“Today, we will bid farewell to the former Mania. It has finally completed its duty after more than 800 arduous years, and now, it has welcomed a new life. Let us warmly celebrate the birth of the new sixth Demon General. Its new name is…”

Valk’s voice reached a crescendo as He spoke, and His voice cracked before He could catch His breath.

“What… What was it again?”

He coughed a few times and tried shouting again, but He choked once more.

At this moment, a note was transmitted to Valk’s side from the mannequins’ hands in the audience.

He took the note with an embarrassed expression and first whispered His thanks to the mannequin before unfolding the note and announcing loudly,

“Ah… Its new name is—Dementia!”

An earth-shattering applause sounded throughout the theater, and the mannequins cheered.

After Valk announced the Demon General’s new name, its entire body began to undergo drastic changes.

The armor on the Dementia’s body began to peel off layer by layer before turning into a loose robe. Its originally chiseled face gradually became rounder, and its body changed from its previously lean figure to a body that had let loose from a lack of exercise.

Finally, four round gnomes appeared under Dementia. They lifted what looked like a stretcher for Dementia to sit down before carrying it to the back of the stage.

William looked at the comical scene and was left speechless.

A Demon General who had been suppressed for more than 800 years and was already extremely weak became an existence with completely opposite stats under the Void Sovereign’s words. Moreover, it had recovered its peak strength.

Although the other party looked like he was salivating and had a blank gaze, William could clearly sense that the Demon General, Dementia, was definitely at the peak of the Divine Realm.

It alone could slaughter all of Blacklight City.

Valk sat back beside William with a flushed face and said, “Thank you so much, Calamity. This bet has really benefited me. A long time ago, I felt that Mania was too close to anger and lacked beauty. It didn’t match the current tide of thought. And that retardation in Dementia is more suitable for this sluggish era…”

Valk chattered non-stop beside William. He didn’t have the high and mighty airs of a Void Sovereign at all. He was even more used to speaking in the language of mortals and didn’t display His strength using Soul Voice to communicate with mortals.

Among the 13 Void Sovereigns, Absurdity Jester was the most unique.

As the only Void Sovereign who didn’t have a corresponding Judgment weapon, He was theoretically the greatest threat to Curre, but in fact, He was the monarch with the least interest in invading Currere.

In the three large-scale invasions more than a thousand years ago, Valk only symbolically sent some bystanders along.

Or rather, mockery.

The bystanders—in other words, the mannequins sitting in the theater providing canned laughter—couldn’t do anything other than laugh and clap based on the mood. They wouldn’t even retaliate when attacked and would only flee in all directions.

Sending them over was to express His mockery of wanting to watch a show.

Of course, being less interested in directly invading Currere didn’t mean that He was less interested in Currere itself. In a sense, He cared about mortals the most among all the Void Sovereigns.

He liked to flap his wings of chaos bit by bit beside the mortals he was interested in to trigger an intense storm. Then, he would mock the mortals who were forced into a corner by fate.

This was just like how He was always dedicated to collecting tragedies and comedies into His theater and reminiscing about them from time to time.

“…Therefore, I’ve decided to give you some remuneration to express my gratitude.”

These words pulled William out of his thoughts.

A Void Sovereign wanted to pay him?

“What… remuneration?” William asked warily.

“Here’s the thing. More than 200 years after you left, especially after that law was established, the entire Vic Continent began to become more and more boring. In any case, everyone’s fate is either controlled by you, Him or Her. It’s boring.”

Valk first said dejectedly before regaining His spirit.

“But before that, there were many praiseworthy bombastic matters. I’ve also collected several exciting plays because of that, so I want to invite you to watch one of the excellent tragedies. Of course, I can’t let you watch all of them, but there are a few scenes you will definitely like.”

“The name of that tragedy is ‘The Destruction of Judgment.’”