"Mr. Ilo," Wales began, his voice thick with barely restrained awe, "your wisdom, your strength, your very being… they inspire a genuine admiration within me."

He paused, his gaze flickering, searching Morgen's face for a reaction. Then, with a boldness that surprised even himself, he blurted out, "I implore you, Mr. Ilo, to become the vice president of the Devil's Heart."

The words hung heavy in the air, each syllable echoing in the sudden silence. Morgen's eyes narrowed, his surprise warring with a flicker of amusement. He had anticipated Wales's admiration, but not this audacious proposition.

To Wales, his offer seemed logical, even inevitable. With Morgen on the cusp of legendary status, his guidance was beyond valuable, it was essential. The man's very presence exuded knowledge, wisdom, and power that dwarfed their own. His mere instruction had illuminated the path to extraordinary, bypassing years of struggle. But was it just that? Or was there more to Morgen's influence, a subtle manipulation Wales couldn't quite grasp?

The possibilities were intoxicating. Could Morgen be the key to unlocking even greater heights? Could they, under his tutelage, not only conquer a temple of the gods, but even usurp their divine authority? The very thought sent a thrill through Wales, a dangerous ambition that danced on the edge of recklessness.

In contrast, the title of vice president of a demon's heart seemed trivial. With the potential to ascend to higher levels, he could establish a demon's heart whenever he pleased, one far more potent than the current iteration.

Morgen's presence offered Wales a glimpse of hope after being stagnated at level beta plus for nearly a century. As a level beta plus heart-eating demon, he was already a formidable figure in the underground world. The mere thought of his potential advancement stirred something profound within Wales.

An insatiable hunger gnawed at him. Despite the exorbitant price - half his blood traded for demonic power - he had foundered in the dark, unable to navigate the treacherous path he'd chosen. Yet, under the seemingly effortless guidance of Morgen, he had scaled insurmountable walls, tasted the intoxicating nectar of progress. The revelation was stark: he craved a mentor, a lighthouse in the storm he'd conjured.

But was accepting Mr. Ilo's tutelage truly a path to enlightenment, or merely another gilded cage? The very thought of becoming a pawn in someone else's game, a wolf in sheep's clothing leading his own pack to slaughter, sent a tremor of fear through him. But the potential rewards, the intoxicating whispers of power and control, were deafening.

Wales's face, usually etched with steely resolve, now reflected a turmoil within. He was a man caught in a tempest, drawn to the flickering light of Morgen's offer, yet wary of the jagged rocks that might lie beneath the surface.

"I..." Morgen began, the weight of the decision settling on his shoulders. He saw the desperation in Wales's eyes, the hunger for power mirroring his own past. Was this a chance to guide a lost soul, or a cunning ploy to infiltrate the enemy's ranks? The line between savior and serpent was thin, and Morgen knew all too well the cost of misjudging its path.

Betty and Amy shared his shock. How had they suddenly found themselves negotiating and potentially taking action alongside Wales?

Why did it feel like they were on the brink of becoming a unified family?

These questions lingered in the air as the group exchanged knowing glances, silently contemplating their next moves.

Yet, amidst the uncertainty, Wales stepped forward with reassurance.

"Mr. Ilo, you need not worry. I believe your control over the Dark Covenant is primarily to procure unique alchemy materials and other items. As the vice president of the Devil's Heart, you won't need to handle management matters. If you require any items, I will gladly procure them for you..."

Wales's sincere explanation aimed to alleviate any concerns Morgen might have had about potential complications.

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"And the Dark Covenant will assist in the restructuring of the Devil's Heart, all while ensuring it doesn't interfere with your role as vice president..."

As Morgen observed Wales's earnest expression, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

It seemed the age-old strategy of appealing to one's desires had effectively won them over.

And perhaps, being the vice president of the Devil's Heart wouldn't be such a bad position after all.

The three giants of the underground world, and I alone hold two... It's quite a remarkable position.

"Wales, you're correct. I control the Dark Covenant solely for the purpose of acquiring certain magical and alchemical materials.

Your sincerity has moved me, and I have agreed to become the vice president of the Devil's Heart."

As Morgen spoke, a subtle expression crossed his face, indicating that he felt slightly taken advantage of.

"But do not disturb me with trivial matters. You must assist me promptly with whatever tasks I assign."

Upon hearing Morgen's response, Wales couldn't help but smile, feeling as if he had seized an incredible opportunity.

This was truly extraordinary, almost reaching the status of legend!

"Hahaha, it's absolutely marvelous...

Of course, Mr. Ilo, Wales welcomes you into our fold. From this moment forward, the Devil's Heart will heed your commands without question."

Welcoming a near-legendary figure into the Devil's Heart filled Wales's heart with joy. He felt that this was the most righteous decision he had ever made, and it was surely by the grace of the goddess of luck that he had encountered Mr. Ilo this year.

Praise be to the devil, praise be to the goddess of luck, and praise be to Mr. Ilo!

"Keder, notify all the underground factions in Green City that the Devil's Heart has a new vice president - the esteemed Ilo.

Furthermore, Mr. Ilo will oversee the reorganization of the Dark Covenant. The Devil's Heart will fully support the establishment of the Dark Covenant. During this period, anyone opposing the Dark Covenant will be considered an enemy of the Devil's Heart.

After Morgen agreed, Wales continued to marvel at his own audacity. In his quest to curry favor with this incomprehensible being, he brushed aside any concerns about the subtleties of his actions.

He even dared to wager that if word got out that he had secured the allegiance of a near-legendary figure for such a trifling price, he would be the envy of all.

What a shrewd move. Wales was thoroughly pleased with his strategy, especially when he caught sight of the smile on Morgen's face.

Indeed, Mr. Ilo seemed quite pleased with my decision.

"Welsh, you are a cunning individual. The Dark Covenant suffered greatly from the siege by the Green City army. I must swiftly restore it to a position of dominance.

Stanley will liaise with you on this matter."

Morgen's hand landed reassuringly on Wales's shoulder.

"Trust me, you'll be astonished by today's events in the future."

A radiant smile graced Wales's lips, interpreting it as Morgen's commendation of his actions.

The satisfaction of winning over such a formidable being left him feeling optimistic about the future.

It felt as though he could envision himself ascending to the ranks of the extraordinary, perhaps even achieving legendary status.

Mr. Wales, hahaha, what an exhilarating title.

"As you wish, Mr. Ilo..." Wales acquiesced.

After the general discussion, the atmosphere became noticeably more harmonious.

"Mr. Ilo, the black market in the West District is currently under the joint management of the Devil's Heart and the Sinking Fog of the Fallen Warriors. Perhaps you would be interested in the black market..."

As the conversation flowed, Wales suddenly remembered something and took a moment to boast.

"The black market in the West District is the largest underground trading hub in all of Green City. Even the city's nobles have been known to frequent it."

"With Kimpuke's influence, you can procure anything you desire there."

"The ritual where I acquired the demon's blood was facilitated through the black market."

"Black market?" Morgen's interest was palpable.

Despite the former prominence of the Dark Covenant, it still paled in comparison to the Devil's Heart and the Sinking Fog. Consequently, the highly lucrative black market in the West District remained beyond the reach of the Dark Covenant, as Grot had informed him during their recent discussion on the dark appointment.

"Do you mean?"

"If the black market piques your interest, the Devil's Heart can grant you a share in its management, allowing the Dark Covenant to participate." Wales spoke casually, seemingly downplaying the significance of the black market's potential for substantial profits.

However, the expressions of the others in the room subtly shifted.

The man in black at Wales's side grimaced, indicating that Wales's proposal was not a trivial matter for the Devil's Heart.

Sensing the gravity of the situation, Morgen nodded in agreement.

"Let Stanley handle these minor matters. Wales, your conduct and performance have earned my respect. I believe the Devil's Heart and the Dark Covenant will make excellent partners. Your future looks promising..."

Upon hearing Morgen's words, Wales's face lit up with joy.

"It's my honor, Mr. Ilo."

Amy observed the scene from behind, his gaze dropping slightly as he felt a surge of mixed emotions.

It was the first time he had witnessed someone so eagerly embracing servitude.