Chapter 283 - 227: Preparing to Leave

Chapter 283: Chapter 227: Preparing to Leave

Zog had originally thought this trip to Hell would be a perilous journey, but it turned out to be surprisingly easy.

Giving Hell an internet connection—a stable one, to be precise—in exchange for a nearly inexhaustible supply of Inferior Demons was quite a bargain.

However, these Inferior Demons couldn’t be sent to the Feilin Continent just yet. Zog had nowhere to put them.

Although the improved Inferior Demons were a bit smarter than the originals, they still lacked the ability to act independently and needed a more intelligent species to lead them.

And after testing them these past few days, he found there weren’t many jobs they were suited for—only pure manual labor and simple identification tasks.

Therefore, it wasn’t feasible to just stick the Inferior Demons in some remote mountain forest to build and operate factories on their own.

They needed to be paired with other races to form a complete production line.

Devils, unlike Beastman Zor or those High Tier Devils who look more Human, were difficult to place in Human settlements. They would easily cause a panic.

The race’s reputation was simply too rotten. All of their past interactions with the Main Plane had just been one battle after another.

So, the best solution was to find a small, remote location, build a brand-new city, and directly recruit individuals from other races who could accept Devils.

In the future, once the Church took the lead in formally establishing diplomatic relations with the Devils, that city could even be developed into a unique, mixed-race Devil metropolis, a special feature of the Continent.

It could serve as a trade hub and even have some tourism value.

Zog thought this was an excellent idea.

The biggest problem would be maintaining public order. The kind of individuals who could accept Devils were unlikely to be upstanding citizens.

Alternatively, he could bring in refugees who were too poor to survive. There was never a shortage of people fleeing famine, as current productivity was far from being able to feed everyone.

These people had no other choice. They would have to accept living with Devils, whether they wanted to or not.

’Reasonable.’

And then, bit by bit, he could improve the public’s perception of Devils.

Zog jotted down his little plan in his notebook.

KNOCK KNOCK—

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

A Devil of mixed heritage—part White Dragon, part Desire Demon—pushed the door open and entered.

’It’s no surprise that those stupid White Dragons would have offspring with Desire Demons.’

’Reproductive isolation doesn’t seem to exist for those two creatures, the Dragon Race and Devils.’

This half-blood had been specially arranged by Asmodis to "serve" Zog.

When the smug, greasy, balding Lord of Hell had said the word "serve," he had even winked suggestively at Zog.

’I have no idea what kind of weird impression other Dragons had left on him.’

Zog, for his part, had been a perfect gentleman.

It wasn’t that he was some particularly proper Dragon.

Rather, from his perspective, how was it any different from a Human getting it on with a sheep?

He wasn’t some kind of sicko!

Based on the same principle, Zog also despised White Dragons.

Although the Five-Color Dragons all had reputations that were six of one and half a dozen of the other, the other four colors were united in their disdain for the white simpletons.

’That he, Zog, a magnificent Red Dragon, was even mentioned in the same breath as a dimwitted creature like the White Dragon!’

A White Dragon’s intelligence was barely above the level of a Dragon Beast. They could speak the Dragon Language, albeit poorly, so they usually kept their mouths shut and pretended to be aloof.

They also loved to show off that pathetic frost breath of theirs, turning any animal they caught into a block of frozen meat to be gnawed on raw.

’No taste whatsoever.’

Due to his prejudice against White Dragons—no, wait, it wasn’t prejudice, it was an objective evaluation—Zog couldn’t help but feel that this half-blood attendant had a dopey look in her eyes.

"Respected Mr. Zog, the Lord invites you to the farewell banquet," the dopey-eyed attendant said.

"Alright, I’ll be there."

"Do you require assistance in changing?"

"Have you ever seen me wear clothes? You idiot."

Zog figured it was her half-White Dragon bloodline holding her back; Desire Demons were supposed to be quite clever.

"Your bow tie," the attendant said, pointing a finger at the small, sound-emitting bow tie on Zog’s neck. "And I’m not an idiot."

Zog snorted, two sparks shooting from his nostrils.

’Such a sharp comeback. I can’t even argue with that.’

He could only say, "Alright, alright, that’s enough. I don’t need anything. I’ll head over myself in a bit."

The attendant obediently withdrew from the room.

Today was the last day of Zog’s trip to Hell.

In the past few days, aside from testing the Inferior Demons, Zog had also conducted some simple market research in the major population centers of the Nine Layers of Hell.

He wanted to see if, after the passages between the Main Plane and Hell were reopened, there was potential for it to become a consumer market for the Zog Group.

The answer was a resounding yes.

Aside from being utterly hopeless in the arts and entertainment, Devils were actually quite competent in other areas.

Low Tier Devils could make excellent mercenaries. Contrary to the popular image of Devils as cunning and insidious, Low Tier Devils were actually quite simple-minded. Cunning was a trait of High Tier Devils; it was just that, unfortunately, the Devils who had made a name for themselves on the Main Plane were all High Tier.

Therefore, High Tier Devils could also become successful merchants or actors.

The Magic of Devils was very effective at shaping terrain, allowing them to be architects—which explained how they could build a city as magnificent as the Hell Fortress.

Their application of low-tier Magic to weapons was even more ingenious than that of the Dwarves, a skill likely honed by their constant state of war.

It sounded very much like Hell, but war was often a peak period for technological development. That was true everywhere.

Intelligent beings always demonstrated astonishing creativity in two areas: figuring out how to kill their opponents, and figuring out how not to be killed by them.

What surprised Zog the most was that Devils were actually quite good at farming.

Due to a severe lack of arable land, they had invented a considerable number of alchemical techniques for crop cultivation.

All in all, the Devils were a race with significant potential for development, which meant his idea for a mixed Devil city was quite sound.