The Absolute Godspeed of Infinite Worlds

Chapter 554 - 554

If he had shown even the slightest interest, she would have already captured him—whether by poisoning herself or using some other method."You truly are the worst generation of descendants I've ever taught!"

The dark mist coldly scolded, "To think you could let someone steal the Demon King title I passed down—you've completely disgraced me!"

"You didn't say that decades ago."

Airi Yasaka blurted out before immediately covering her mouth.

But it was useless.

In this special dream realm, she couldn't conceal any of her emotions. Every thought would be exposed in an instant.

"You dare disagree?"

The dark mist suddenly expanded several times in size, and the temperature of the space abruptly rose by dozens of degrees.

"N-no... Ancestor, please forgive my insolence!"

Airi's body immediately turned red from the scorching heat, sweat pouring down her entire body as her face twisted in agony.

"Hmph, times have changed."

The dark mist withdrew the intense heat and snorted disdainfully.

"Back then, your father did have some skill—even managed to annoy Barnier into becoming an executive. Regardless of face, that kind of ability was indeed praiseworthy."

"But he immediately exposed his flaws. When a mere lich came knocking, he had no countermeasures and had to sign a contract not to harm humans just to be spared. Pathetically weak—utterly unworthy of bearing the Yasaka name!"

"Thanks to that, human deaths in that world have plummeted over the years, even affecting Hell. The number of new recruits under my command has dwindled so much that I nearly had to resort to forced conscription!"

"All thanks to your incompetent father's masterpiece!"

The dark mist continued its furious tirade.

It seemed he had been bottling up quite a bit of anger and was now venting it all at once.

"You mentioned earlier that he's a reincarnator, correct?"

"Yes."

"That damned idiot goddess! Messed with me once, and now she's doing it again! That useless airhead!"

The dark mist directed his furious curses toward a certain goddess who wasn't present.

"Listen well—take back the Demon King title as soon as possible, then launch a full-scale invasion of the human nations. Keep the slaughter going! Only then can my army be sustained, and the war against the Celestial Realm continue!"

"I think that'll be very difficult."

Airi spoke bluntly.

This was the ancestor's dream domain—no thought could be hidden from him.

"His strength far surpasses that of the lich. To this day, I still don't know the limits of his power. Moreover, he's extremely vigilant—poison, seduction, none of it works. I have no methods left."

"Useless!"

The dark mist mercilessly berated her.

"Even with the monstrous blessing power I passed down, you can't defeat him—can't even lay a finger on him. What use do I have for such worthless descendants?!"

"Luckily, I planned ahead."

The dark mist let out a light chuckle, his tone turning eerie.

"Your blessing power has been weakening recently, hasn't it?"

"Yes."

Airi replied respectfully.

Ever since the Demon King title was stolen, her monstrous blessing power had been steadily declining.

And it wasn't just her—the same went for her father.

During the battle on the snowfield earlier today, as another user of the Blessing, she could tell at a glance that the enhanced monster's strength was significantly weaker than before—no longer at the level of an elite officer.

If nothing unexpected had happened, that guy must have noticed it too. He seemed particularly sensitive to fluctuations in power. Back then, he had detected anomalies just the next day. By now, it was impossible to hide.

"I've been gradually reclaiming the monster-blessing power from you and your father."

The dark mist spoke.

Airi Yasaka's heart sank.

As expected.

The Blessing was inherited from their ancestors.

But in truth, every generation of the Yasaka clan knew their progenitor had never truly died!

Because they had all seen their ancestor in their dreams, receiving his commands to lead the Demon Lord Army in relentless assaults against humanity. This was why every Yasaka was subjected to cramming education from childhood, striving to become an outstanding Demon King.

All of it was to fulfill their ancestor's orders!

This was the fate of the Yasaka clan.

And since the Blessing came from their ancestor, he could naturally take it back at any time.

But once the Blessing was revoked, she would be nothing more than an ordinary Oni archmage, immediately reduced to a mere officer in the Demon Lord Army.

"Don't worry. Later, I will transfer another power to you."

As if sensing her unease, the dark mist continued.

"But remember, this power is for you alone. You must use it when he is completely unprepared—only then can you strike true. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Once it's done, I will reclaim that power and restore the Blessing to you both."

"Thank you for your generosity, Progenitor-sama."

"Go back now."

The dark mist rippled slightly.

The black dream realm dissolved instantly.

Airi Yasaka returned to a groggy state.

The dark mist lingered in the space.

"Strange… Did my domain just fluctuate subtly?"

But upon closer inspection, the entire space was silent, with no anomalies whatsoever.

"Was it just my imagination?"

With that thought, he withdrew the dream, his consciousness returning to his main body.

...

"So heavy…?"

After leaving the dream realm, Airi Yasaka gradually woke up.

For some reason, her body felt unusually heavy, as if weighed down by something—like sleep paralysis.

She opened her golden-yellow eyes.

The first thing she saw was a massive, lifeless head.

Her heart nearly stopped!

Without thinking, she threw a punch.

"Smack!"

But in the blink of an eye, her fist was caught in his palm.

"What's your problem?"

He even looked up at her innocently.

"That's my line! What are you trying to pull, sneaking into my room at night?"

Airi glared at him, her expression dark.

"Relax, I just rested my head on your chest for a bit. My cheek was getting sore."

Eiji waved his hand dismissively, looking disgusted.

"With a body like yours, it's hard to get excited."

"Then why the hell were you lying on top of me in the middle of the night?!"

"Unavoidable circumstances. Don't take it personally."

Eiji climbed off her and hopped out of bed.

"Alright, I'm heading back. Go back to sleep!"

Rubbing his eyes, he walked to the balcony and vanished in an instant.

"Bastard!"

Airi muttered under her breath before slamming her fist into the bedframe.

"What on earth is that guy here for?"

If only it were a night raid.

For a moment, such anticipation arose in her heart.

"Hmph, of course I'm not falling for that guy! It's just that this would help complete our ancestor's mission, that's all!"

She kept muttering to herself.

Yet for some reason, the scene in the Treasure Vault suddenly surfaced in her mind—the way Eiji had kept her company reading manga made her heart skip a beat against her will.

"Come to think of it, was I trying to push him away or pull him closer back then?"