Slime Leveling [Litrpg, Timeloop]-Chapter 205—Demon Kings’ Acknowledgement

"Are you sure?" the black slime asked, glaring at the bull Demon King. His voice filled the room.

Everyone fell silent.

Likin barked, "As if you don't know, Remora... Judging by his personality, if demons were to be troubled by hunger or any other thing, he would choose ideals over survival."

Minotaur also nodded with a grunt. "We have witnessed his behaviour... A king who values strangers over his own race is not a true king. He would rather starve than stain his principles."

"Innocent or cruel villain—it doesn't matter. Survival is important," a humanoid plant demon stepped forward, clad in a heavy, bulky armor, with stems and leaves growing out of his armor.

"No. What he did was correct. How can we demons lack dignity?" a stern voice echoed. A thin monkey demon, clad in a suit and glasses, walked forward, raising his opinion.

"Dignity is waste. Survival is most important." A thin donkey humanoid demon clad in light armor walked forth, pushing others to the side.

"No.."

"He is..."

Each one began to give their own opinions.

The loud voices began to fill the room. No one backed down. They declared what they believed without fear.

"What do you think, Seralyth?" an old demon holding a stick in his arm asked a fox demon who had nine white tails behind her back and fox ears on the top of her head.

Seralyth didn't answer as she was lost in her thoughts. 'Why did he name a language after me?'

"That's enough!" Remora yelled.

A huge pressure swept through the entire room, silencing everyone.

"So let's start from the beginning," the black slime said after everyone stopped.

Satisfied with the calmness, he snapped his fingers as the projection behind him changed.

An open field with slimes filled the screen.

"I am your mama, child."

All loops of the young slime were projected on the screen.

After a few hours—

Some demons were kneeling on the ground, others sat frozen on the crimson carpet with wide eyes, and a few had tears glistening in their eyes.

They had conquered nations. They had slaughtered armies. Yet none of them could endure a loop of helpless rebirths.

But they all had one question ringing in their minds, 'How did he withstand?... Or rather, why didn't he break?'

Seralyth, who was on the ground, stood up groaning. "So that's how it is. He named it because of me."

She recalled how her variant had passed her remaining power and died. She shouted, "I agree. He must be acknowledged."

Professor Brad, the old demon, stood up and yelled, "If he is not acknowledged to be a Demon King, then there is no one qualified—you, you… and even me."

Seralyth added sharply, "If he is not worthy, then the title of king has no meaning."

He pointed towards the bull Demon King, others, and himself, almost making a circle around the entire room.

Remora nodded with a small smile. "Yes, Brad. If he is not recognized, then there is no one in the entire world qualified to be a king."

He glanced at the bull Demon King, who was sitting blankly on his arse.

"Your question about goblins' survival—let's talk about them first," Remora said, snapping his fingers.

"We thank you, Goblin Lord Giliberu." Giru's figure, while holding the baby goblin girl, flashed on the screen.

"Giliberu… wait a minute," the bull demon stood up, his brows raising. "Don't tell me—"

"Indeed… he is the greatest Goblin Ancestor. Prayed to by goblins and women from other races—Giliberu," Remora cut in with a small grin.

"After he was teleported to the Creation Goddess's dimension, what do you think happened?" Remora asked, folding his hands behind his back. He was still in his Slime form.

"He didn't wish for his soul recovery?" Minotaur uttered, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

"He didn't?" the bull demon's voice stammered.

Due to the Creation Goddess's power, they didn't know what Averon wished for and what happened in the dimension.

Every Demon King turned to the black slime.

"What do you think?" Remora asked back.

"He stood on his principles," Minotaur muttered, standing up. He wiped his wet eyes before anyone could spot.

Remora said, "You asked—principles over survival… He showed that ideals are indeed over survival."

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In the open forest field.

The shadow opened his crimson eyes and disappeared.

Averon blinked his eyes. 'What?'

Whoosh!

A thousand silhouettes, all the humanoid Demon Kings manifested.

Remora, standing in the front, walked forward and raised his palm. "I, Demon King Remora, acknowledge you worthy to be a king."

All the demons followed, raising their palms, "We acknowledge your will."

"We acknowledge your suffering."

"We acknowledge your rule."

"We acknowledge you worthy to be a Demon King."

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On the outside, Elder Slime was watching nervously over the magic array.

He exclaimed, "That's?"

The young slime's body in the magic array began to shine brightly.

A huge beam of dark light shot up to the sky, passing through the ceiling without breaking anything, like an intangible beam.

Elder Slime grinned widely. "You did it... You have acquired the Demon King's mark."

The pressure spread throughout the entire world—Hell, Underworld, Heaven, and many other dimensions.

No one reacted, except for the Divinara planet.

Every king and every influential, powerful person pulled out a small, palm-sized golden locket from their storage process and channeled mana into it.

In a white space with stars floating, a large, round table—which could host more than 100 people—floated in the white space.

People from different races—elf, dragon, human, spirit, giant, fairies, vampires, werewolves, and many more—manifested like energy silhouettes and took a seat randomly.

The beautiful elf uttered in her crisp, sharp voice, "A demon has been acknowledged... Who did it?" She patted the table loudly.

Thud! Thud!

A human clad in white priest robes, with a black sun mark on his chest, scowled. "It doesn't matter... We can kill before he does anything serious."

The elf glared at the human priest for a moment.

The dragon, in humanoid form, nonchalantly said, "It doesn't matter..."

"Did you forget how much damage demons did by betraying the world?" a fairy the size of a human palm yelled. Her voice spread throughout the area. "I declare he must be killed on sight before he gets powerful enough to command demons."

"Yes, he must be killed," a dryad joined in.

The world had finally acknowledged him. And now, it was preparing to kill him.

End of Arc 5—Trial of Order!

End of Volume 1—Descendant of Creation Goddess, Averon Elian!

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