Laplace complained, "But at least I got the job done."
"Let's not talk about that. Here are the human souls you wanted, about two hundred thousand in total."
Laplace tossed a box engraved with intricate patterns onto the table.
Clayman caught it. "I tried several times before with tens of thousands of souls and failed. This amount should be enough, right?"
Laplace looked at him with a grin. "Good luck, Clayman."
"Ah, thanks for your hard work, Laplace."
Clayman opened the box, and immediately, flickers of deep blue Soul Fire danced, emitting an ultimate temptation.
Excitedly, Clayman picked up a soul and cast it into his body.
"Ah~~ Subarashii, this is the feeling!"
Clayman groaned in comfort.
Then, a large amount of Soul Fire surged into his body, as if forming a cycle, causing Clayman's aura to soar.
"This is wonderful, Laplace."
Clayman shouted joyfully, "I feel it, the signs of awakening."
Once all two hundred and fifty thousand Soul Fires were injected into his body, the pleasant voice of the world rang out in Clayman's mind.
"Confirming human souls required for evolution conditions... Success, conditions met, individual name: Clayman, starting Demon Lord evolution..."
"..."
As the voice of the world resounded, Clayman's vision began to blur, and his consciousness gradually sank into darkness.
"Laplace... protect, me..."
Clayman murmured weakly.
"Rest assured, Clayman, I've got everything covered."
In his hazy consciousness, he heard Laplace's promise, and then he completely lost consciousness.
The conditions for Demon Lord evolution were unknown; the former Demon Lord, Curse Lord Kazalim, who was the leader of the Middle Clown Link and the Creator of Clayman and the others.
Research suggested that a vast number of human souls were indispensable. The inference was that Milim also slaughtered a large number of humans during her awakening, and similar mass human death events occurred when other Demon Lords awakened.
For nearly a thousand years, Clayman had been researching this aspect, but to no avail.
After all, even Guy, the ceiling of world combat power, did not know what the conditions required for Demon Lord awakening actually were.
Even though he held hundreds of thousands of human souls in his hands, he could not awaken Misery and Rain, tsk tsk tsk.
It was already quite an achievement for Clayman and his group to have deduced such a result.
However, generally speaking, the number of souls required for Demon Lord awakening is one hundred thousand.
A uniquely gifted existence like Rimuru only needed twenty thousand, but unexpectedly, Clayman's awakening consumed two hundred and fifty thousand souls.
The strongest Demon Lord, none other than Clayman!
Look what I found.
Chapter 156: Calamity Descends
Nazarick, ninth floor, inside the room.
"..."
Shuna shyly covered her cheeks with the quilt.
After a long while.
"Master... Shuna has fainted."
Looking at Shuna who had already fallen into a deep sleep, Draco smiled.
"This was you all coming over to mess around yourselves; I didn't do anything."
"I don't care, it's all Master's fault."
Shalltear mumbled, and then she leaned her head against Draco and rubbed against him.
Draco shook his head helplessly; this girl was really becoming more and more brazen.
...
The next morning.
"Lord Draco, morning~!"
Shuna opened her eyes and saw that Draco was awake, so she immediately got up to greet him, but then she noticed that her waist was still a bit sore; last night was truly too intense.
"Shuna, how long has it been, why are you still calling me Lord? It sounds so distant; you should call me Master."
Shalltear sat in front of the dressing table, and upon hearing Shuna's words, she turned her head and said coquettishly.
"Oh~! Master, good morning!"
Shuna stuck out her tongue cutely and changed her address.
"Mm, good morning!"
Draco answered with a smile.
After everyone finished washing up and had breakfast in the dining room, they went about their own business.
Draco went to the study, followed by Edoma, who was on duty today.
He took out the projection mirror and waved his hand, and the image of the Jura Tempest Federation immediately appeared in the mirror.
"Humans..."
Edoma, who was on the side, felt a bit greedy when she saw it.
She hadn't eaten human-flavored cookies in a long time; the ones the Master had bestowed upon her before had long since been eaten.
Swallowing her saliva, Edoma took advantage of the moment when Draco wasn't paying attention.
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