Chapter 991: Aberrant Demon God

Many demon gods turned their gazes toward the demon god who proposed this plan, their eyes filled with complexity.

Everyone present was a demon god, yet the demon god drawing all their focus was actually somewhat atypical.

Named Bo Bo Ke, although it possessed demon god cultivation, its stature was puny compared to other demon gods.

And among the demon race, being scrawny meant having no strength, i. e., being worthless.

Thus, even though Bo Bo Ke was a demon god, it was not actually accepted by the other demon gods.

Moreover, its ideas have always clashed with those of the demon race.

Long before, Bo Bo Ke had firmly believed that the demon race ought not to be this way, especially in wartime.

One should not rely solely on strength and act recklessly without any plan; that only increases casualties.

This notion naturally drew laughter from many demon race members.

What else would the demon race value if not strength?

Like the races they have annihilated, playing with fancy tricks—what good does that do? In the end, they merely become souls beneath the demon race's blades.

Therefore, the demon race needs only to speak of strength; nothing else matters.

Some demon race members even think Bo Bo Ke stresses these points only because its own strength is too weak.

Although it possesses demon god cultivation, its actual combat power falls far short of other demon gods, making it unworthy of the demon god position.

Consequently, Bo Bo Ke's life among the demon race wasn't exactly miserable, but it was certainly uncomfortable.

Facing the contempt of demon race squadrons, the isolation, mockery, and scorn from fellow demon gods, Bo Bo Ke, though a demon god, remained like a peripheral figure—utterly devoid of presence, let alone any authority.

Yet now, under the gaze of the assembled demon gods, the fervor in Bo Bo Ke's eyes could not be concealed.

After so many years, it finally awaited this opportunity, awaited this proof to demonstrate itself.

It wished to tell all demon race members that its long-held convictions were not wrong.

Thinking this, Bo Bo Ke rose with a confident expression, yet even standing, it was still shorter than the seated demon gods.

In the eyes of the gathered demon gods, it truly seemed like an oddity.

Who made its appearance that of a gecko..........

Raising its head, it scanned the circle of demon gods present and let out a low roar.

"Roar.......... (If I am to take charge of this matter, I hope to have sufficient authority.)"

This was Bo Bo Ke's demand; hearing it, the demon gods, though displeased, still nodded and agreed to grant it all the authority befitting a demon god.

In response, Bo Bo Ke broke into a radiant smile, its eyes brimming with confidence.

"Roar............. (You will not regret today's decision.)"

After the discussion concluded, the demon gods unanimously decided that the subsequent training of special demon race members would be entirely entrusted to Bo Bo Ke.

Until it finishes the training, the demon race will temporarily halt its invasion of Haotu Shijie.

It too has been backed into a corner.

As for Bo Bo Ke, upon returning to its dwelling, it was filled with high spirits.

Merely being a demon god, it actually built itself a wooden hut?

Know that the demon race essentially feels at home everywhere; even a demon god regards the sky as its cover and the earth as its mattress.

Yet Bo Bo Ke went and built itself a wooden hut.

Moreover, it specially set up a study.

According to its words, books are the source of wisdom; only by reading much can one continually strengthen oneself.

So, after returning home, Bo Bo Ke's first action was to dash straight into the study.

It gathered all books concerning scouting and sense cultivation, then studied them thoroughly.

These books were personally collected by Bo Bo Ke from various races, many of which were races once annihilated by the demon race.

At that time, when Bo Bo Ke treasured those books that many demon race members deemed trash as precious gems, it also drew ridicule from many demon race members.

But now the demon race needs Bo Bo Ke's books—thinking about it, it's rather laughable.

Over the next few days, Bo Bo Ke prepared, while also personally selecting a batch of demon race members it deemed suitable material, which it would personally instruct.

Yet the demon race members Bo Bo Ke selected left everyone utterly baffled.

They were all scrawny, low‑strength demon race members, previously looked down upon by the demon race.

Yet in Bo Bo Ke's eyes, these demon race members were precisely the most suitable.

In its view, scouting does not require great strength; it calls for speed, keen intuition, and meticulous observation.

A petite build makes it easier to exhibit one's capability.

Yet other demon gods and many demon race members do not agree with this at all.

Behind the backs of the demon gods lay contempt, but since the matter had been decided, they had no intention to intervene; they simply waited to see what results Bo Bo Ke could produce.

As for Bo Bo Ke's residence, a vast mountain range had already been turned by it into a cultivation ground.

Gazing upon the tens of thousands of scrawny demon race members it had selected, Bo Bo Ke stood upon the firmament and let out a loud roar.

"Roar........... (You were once worthless, despised by family, friends, and your own kin.)"

"Roar............ (Just because you were born weak, just because you cannot change anything.)"

"Roar........... (But now I give you a chance—a chance to defy heaven and alter fate, a chance to soar to the heavens.)"

"Roar............. (A chance that even with this frail form you may earn respect from other demon race members—are you willing?)"

As Bo Bo Ke spoke, the assembled demon race members went from frowning, to anger, and now to excitement.

One by one they craned their necks and roared in response to Bo Bo Ke's howl.

In some sense, they are actually like Bo Bo Ke, having suffered coldness since childhood.

Indeed, they are even more miserable than Bo Bo Ke, after all Bo Bo Ke is at least a demon god.

Even if the demon race despises it, at most they whisper behind its back—no one dares to offend it openly.

But they are different; among the clan, at home, in front of friends, they are always the one who cannot hold their head up.

It's a pity that they are born as "useless"; their frail stature cannot be changed by effort, so even if they exert all their strength, in the end nothing can be changed.

Many have already resigned themselves to fate, but now Bo Bo Ke says it can give them a chance to defy heaven and change their destiny.

Even with their frail appearance, they can gain others' renewed regard and respect.

How could these frail demons not be excited? After all, this might be the only opportunity they have ever encountered in their lives.

In the valley, earth-shaking roars erupted; watching the demons' faces flush red as they roared excitedly, Bo Bo Ke nodded silently.

This is exactly the result it wanted, and it also believes that through its own guidance, they will surely change the demons' long-held perceptions.