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In the northern part of the world, a long-standing battle between various races and the demon race has finally reached its end. The Demon Lord, a figure with black hair, red eyes, rules from her obsidian palace, having repeatedly defeated the Goddess, the strongest being in the world. However, she refrains from killing her, knowing she will only be reborn to lead another attack.
As the goddess kneels before her, badly injured and helpless, the sounds of explosions echo outside, signaling the imminent victory of the alliance. Despite her immense power, the demon lord acknowledges the demon's overall weakness compared to humans and the Alliance. The development of fighting energy and mana has allowed ordinary humans to fight demons, leading to the demon army's defeat.
Aware of the Alliance's intent to enslave the abyssal demon, the Demon Lord decides to cast a forbidden spell that will cost her life. As the Alliance forces storm the palace, they hesitate upon sensing the spell's energy. The Demon Lord vows to resist and be reborn to save her people.
Meanwhile, the goddess reflects on the demon lord's past treatment of her and acknowledges her respect and dedication to her people. As the demon lord prepares to cast the spell, the goddess asks if she can abandon her plan and live freely. However, demon lords are duty-bound to restore the demon race's glory and protect her people.
Understanding the demon lord's resolve, the goddess readies her sword, intending to clash with the demo lord's forbidden spell. The resulting explosion creates a mushroom cloud, marking the end of the conflict and the start of a new era. The Demon Lord and the Goddess become historical figures, their stories occasionally told.

Abyssal Chronicles

"You even forgot your angel cosplay? How cruel~ Back then you kept pestering me to be your girlfriend. You even wanted me to drop my pants to prove I was a guy~"

Then, seemingly trying to trigger some embarrassing memories for Satoru, she gracefully lifted her hand in her chair, letting her black-red gradient hair slide down. She delicately twirled a strand between her slender fingers, the hair flowing like black silk. A faint fragrance wafted through the air with the movement.

She tilted her head, playing with her hair while her eyes sparkled with mischief and allure. Her hair cascaded elegantly over her neck and shoulders in gentle curves.

Her eyes glinted teasingly, using this simple gesture to send a provocative message - one tinged with mockery.

Satoru froze in place. Yumo's gesture, carved into the depths of his soul, instantly triggered his most mortifying childhood memory.

Chapter 1042: You thought I was a girl back then…