Chapter 68: Big 5 (2/2)

However, as soon as the hundred over skeletons were defeated, I discovered a major problem: half-orcs weren’t able to consume souls.

In the Prison of the Dead, souls were an important source of sustenance for us devils. In terms of numbers alone, the undead formed the bulk of the population here and was naturally the most common food source. Next came the other races who were thrown here or had climbed up from the Blood Sea.

If these half-orcs weren’t able to feed on souls, that meant that they only had one means of feeding themselves: killing other life forms for their meat.

The problem facing me now was why didn’t these skeletons have any meat on them…wait…

The real problem was that on top of hunting the undead for souls, I now needed to hunt down some other life forms in order to feed these half-orcs…

No wonder these half-orcs didn’t create a nest of their own after entering the Prison of the Dead but instead chose the life of bandits.

Given that before meeting these half-orcs we went through two consecutive days of nothing but eating, sleeping and hunting undead, that meant that these half-orcs had to have starved themselves for at least two days before meeting another source of meat. I guess this was the only silver lining in the cloud right now; they were accustomed to starving themselves.

Which brings up the next question, did the Abaddon Rodents have this same problem as well? If they weren’t able to feed on souls, how did their thousand strong clan survive? And how did they maintain or perhaps even increased their numbers?

Looks like there’s a lot more for me to learn about this place. Asking Violet Snow was definitely an option but she probably omitted this because she thought this information was unnecessary. Of course, it could just be that she forgot about it…or that she simply felt that I was too stupid and thus couldn’t be bothered to do so…

After we managed to amass roughly 500 hundred soul, I distributed a portion of the souls to the elites in my army, in other words, the devils who were most likely to evolve into two-star. They numbered roughly 20.

Surprisingly, one of them managed to evolve after eating these souls.

Upon finishing his evolution, the newly evolved head imp stared at his hands in wonderment, he then gave his new horn a feel before looking around in a daze. As he took in the envious gaze of his peers, it finally dawned on him that this wasn’t a dream and that he had really evolved.

His mouth broke into an excited grin before letting forth a boisterous laugh.

“What are you laughing about! Get your ass over here and thank the Master for his generosity! Don’t you know that these high- quality souls are normally reserved for the Master’s own consumption. Feeding you guys these souls is such a waste!”

Seeing the silly grin on the imp, an irritated Nine-finger swiftly slapped the imp on the back of his head, stunning the imp for a short while.

“Which b*****d actually dared to hit me, I’m going to…” The elation of evolving had left him a sense of superiority which got instantly disrupted by that sudden sneak attack on the back of his head. Feeling exceptionally irate, he turned around intending to give the culprit an earful.

However, the moment he did so, he came face to face with the equally irate Nine-finger. The sudden turn of events coupled with Nine-finger’s seniority left the poor imp stammering for a reply.

“You…I…me…”

“Cut the c**p and go thank the Master.” Having not vented his anger sufficiently, he gave the imp another slap on his head. Seeing that the imp merely shrink back in fear without daring to speak up, he finally experienced the pleasure that he was looking for;the pleasure of bullying another. And so, he strutted off, extremely proud of himself as if he had just won a battle.

The head imp didn’t wait for Nine-finger to leave before immediately running up to me. He kneeled and said, with tears of gratitude in his eyes: “Many thanks for the Master’s gift, I will forever be your most loyal slave. May your beauty remain as unchanging as the Blood Sea itself…”

Putting aside the matter of my gender, I had to admit that their eloquence had experienced a significant boost after evolving. Even their flattery had reached a new tier.

The fact that they treated me as a lust demon was just as exasperating as ever but I knew that there was no point explaining this as long as my pee pee didn’t grow out.

And so, I simply went along with it: “Since you’ve evolved into a head imp, I’ll bestow a name upon you. Not having a name for my two-star henchmen would be too much of a bother after all.”

His excitement reached new heights as the words sunk in. He stared up at me with an expectant look on his face, the drool practically flowing from the corners of his mouth as he did so. I suddenly had the urge to kick his disgusting face but I suppressed it in time.

Without bothering to cover up my lack of thought, I came up with a fantastic name for him: “From now on, you’re Big 5, got it?”

“Yes Master, Big 5 understands your words. I have a name…I’m Big 5…I finally have a name…” He muttered to himself, leaping into air several times as he did so. He was in every way, a gullible child celebrating after having received a simple gift.

This continued until he finally noticed the darkening look on Nine-finger’s face, only then did he realise that he hadn’t been given the permission to rise. His face paled and immediately fell to his knees once more.

Perhaps it was out of fear of having his name rescinded but the newly christened Big 5 continuously kowtowed, not daring to look up, any trace of a head imp’s dignity, gone with the wind.

“It’s fine. I’m not angry with you, you may rise first.” After finally settling this issue, I suddenly realised that he was the same fellow who was riding that hellhound.

Even though he has gotten bigger since then, it seems like he was still able to ride that hellhound. Having received my forgiveness, he gleefully hopped onto his hellhound and rode around with a wide grin on his face.

While all this was happening, Nine-finger stood there staring uncomfortably at the pair. I don’t why but he seemed to detest this imp and constantly tried to cause trouble for him.

How should I say this…truth be told, I found his personality rather… unique, but then, all my devils had a rather unique personality as well…