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Sivis was transported into the game Gandanyir.
In a world where nobles monopolize extraordinary powers while commoners, barely better than pigs and dogs, suffer endless torment, he inherited the title of the Evil God.
By continuously slaying enemies, Sivis could earn Soul Points, which allowed him to enhance his monsters.
Goblin → Elemental Goblin → High-level Goblin. 
Skeleton Soldier → Skeleton Mage → Bone Dragon. 
Stone Golem → Fire Demon → Carved Gargoyle.
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In order to strengthen his monsters, Sivis started wars, annexed nations, and slaughtered countless nobles and kings.
He also casually gathered numerous helpless commoners, bringing them under his domain system, improving agricultural and industrial technologies, ensuring that these people had enough to eat, teaching them to read, and turning them into the creators of his domain's wealth, which he ruthlessly exploited.
But... Sivis had two doubts.
First, why is it that his subordinates are always bringing him women?
First, it was the Saintess from the Church, then a peerless female knight, followed by a princess from the kingdom, a succubus from hell, an angel from the Holy Hall...
Second, why, as an Evil God, are countless people calling him the Savior, the Wise King, and the Benevolent Father of all beings???

Monster Lord: The Goblin Offers the Saintess to Me at the Start

Sivis' words landed with weight, though the volume wasn't loud, they echoed around, making everyone hear clearly.

There's no way, this is just a joke, right?

The civilians' excited and surprised expressions fell apart.

They looked at Sivis with confusion and bewilderment, not believing what they had just heard: "No plan? No preparation? Then how did you just come here?"

"You didn't have to come to rescue us."

"We don't deserve you to risk your life!"

A wave of disappointment and pessimism spread instantly everywhere.

But the civilians didn't angrily accuse or blame anything, they just felt a bit sad.

Their lord was so great, why would he just throw himself away like this?

Their thoughts were very reasonable — with their own super strong combat power and immunity to infection?

Then we would still have to wait and suffer slowly.

Chapter 125: No Need for Any Plan