"Didnât you say you were going to rescue me?"
"I was planning to," replied the man wearing a longsword at his waist, "but God said youâve got it under control."
"Got it under control my foot, things have gotten complicated."
Shen Ye shook his head, grabbed a small stool, and sat down nearby.
The Sword Cultivator glanced at him and laughed:
"Seeing you in person, I finally understand why the Wind Gate chose you."
"Why?" Shen Ye asked.
"Because, in every situation, you always find a way out of despair, which means âthereâs a wayâ."
"Thatâs why the door likes you."
"...That seems to make some sense," Shen Ye muttered.
The Sword Cultivator continued:
"Youâve already become the Evil Demon King. Whether you want to rule everything or become the World Master of countless worlds, itâs extremely easyâ"
"What do you plan to do next?"
Upon asking this, all the Laws in the Void paused.
Indeed.
This is a very crucial matter.
âOne could even say it concerns the safety of countless universes and worlds in reality.
Shen Ye thought for a bit and said:
"Since this is the mortal world, I do have a question. If itâs not resolved, Iâd be very disappointed."
"Letâs hear it," the Sword Cultivator smiled.
"Do you guys have instant noodles here?"
A moment of silence.
The waves slapped against the small raft, rising and falling.
The sea breeze was gentle.
The Sword Cultivator couldnât help but sigh.
"Youâre the Evil Demon King, and yet you eat instant noodles?"
"âWhen I eat good food, I feel like Iâm a âvery happy humanâ."
"After eating instant noodles?"
"Find something to do."
"Like what?"
"Start a big business, like making more money to live."
"Youâre the Evil Demon King."
"But the mortal world is more interestingâdestroying everything actually wouldnât make me happy."
The man showed a look of contemplation.
Whatâs money?
This Evil Demon King, yet he makes earning money his wish, willing to enjoy the fun according to the rules.
âHe can rule everything, but he chooses not to.
Is it foolish?
Or is he wise to the extreme?
"Speaking of which, I do have a dream. But having to constantly deal with demons, Iâve never had time to achieve it."
The Sword Cultivator pondered aloud.
"Can it make money?" Shen Ye asked with interest.
"It can, and it can also fulfill another one of your wishes anytime."
"Then Iâll join."
The Sword Cultivator put down his fishing rod, stood up, and gestured:
"Follow meâIâve been planning this big venture for a long time, just waiting for the right moment."
"Is the moment ripe?" Shen Ye asked.
"Itâs finally ripe. We can definitely pull it off."
"Thenâmoneyâ"
"Donât worry, money isnât an issue."
"Great!"
The Sword Cultivator led Shen Ye, disappearing into the Void.
They left.
In the Blood Sea, everything returned to calm.
Suddenlyâ
There was a "bang" sound.
A book opened, revealing rapidly forming text:
"Around 11 PM on June 29th, the Evil Demon King I wiped out all evil Demon Monsters, wielding the Magic Realm Blade as he reached the Blood Sea, meeting with the Destruction Doomsday entity Gu; during which Gu asked I about his ideals, and I lamented that instant noodles were too delicious, money too scarce; Gu immediately suggested âWhy not join me in making moneyâ, and I happily agreed."
"Based on historical predictions and divination, at 3:45 AM on June 30th, they took out various sharp tools and stopped talking, entering a busy state."
"At 5:25 AM on June 30th, their breakfast stall was set up."
"On July 11th, they went bankrupt."
"On the same day, the local thugs and gangs were overturned by a young man with the surname Wu, the market order was maintained, and all sorts of covert and overt conflicts disappeared, ushering in a new societal atmosphere."
"On July 12th, the three partners started a restaurant together, a friend with the surname Liu came to name the restaurant, but due to the excessive word count (300 words for a restaurant name), they couldnât make a restaurant sign."
"The next day... they started making money."
(End of the book)