Becoming Great Emperor by Playing Game

When Chen Lan arrived, Old Demon wanted to build a palace for him, but it was declined.

It was completely unnecessary; a simple wooden house would suffice for the three to discuss their plans.

Once the excitement of the clansmen had subsided, Chen Lan went to a secluded forest and released his daughter.

"Where is this place?" the Witch asked in amazement, looking around, wondering where this place was.

Moreover, she somehow sensed many familiar presences, as if they were of the same kind as her.

"This is the Demon Realm," Chen Lan’s voice sounded behind her. The Witch turned her head and looked at this so-called father, remaining silent.

She still did not know how to accept this father. She harbored resentment, but when she thought of how he risked his life to break into Demon Prison Mountain to rescue her, her resentment lessened considerably.

"Let me show you around and introduce you to the clansmen," Chen Lan said with a smile, extending his hand, wanting to hold the Witch’s hand.

However, she only looked without reaching her hand out, which made Chen Lan feel slightly awkward. He sighed internally, realizing that mending the father-daughter relationship was going to be a long and arduous journey.

It could only be done gradually, without rushing.

He smiled helplessly, slowly withdrew his hand, and walked ahead, with the Witch timidly following, observing her surroundings.

"By the way, what’s your name?" Chen Lan asked with a smile, trying to break the awkward atmosphere.

"Mother hadn’t given me a name before she was killed by the Evil Race."

As these words were spoken, Chen Lan halted his steps, his eyes brimming with intense murderous intent, as well as... guilt.

His daughter had never had a name all these years; the Evil Race called her the Witch because she was the Demon Emperor’s daughter.

Seeing her father pause, with fists clenched, the Witch felt a warmth in her heart. This father did love her, at least his reaction to the story showed anger rather than indifference.

Her perception of Chen Lan improved significantly.

"Can you tell me about your mother, and what happened back then?"

After a while, Chen Lan spoke softly, continuing to walk forward, though his steps were deliberately slow.

"Back then, my mother fled with me, not knowing how long we were on the run, as the Evil Race pursued relentlessly. Mother was already gravely injured and couldn’t escape for long, growing thinner by the day. Though I was small, I had wisdom and a photographic memory, often overhearing my mother muttering the same words time and again: ’Just wait a little longer; he will definitely return. He couldn’t have died, just wait’."

Once again, Chen Lan stopped, his anger impossible to vent!

But guilt far outweighed his anger. It was his mistake back then; he didn’t know that a mysterious person would save everyone, so he left that sorrowful place early.

After a long while, Chen Lan continued walking, and the Witch continued to speak.

"Later, we encountered a family who kindly took us in."

Upon hearing this, Chen Lan sighed in relief, feeling glad for the mother and daughter at that time, not expecting anyone would take them in at such a critical juncture.

"However, that family was evil. When they found out that my mother and I were part of the Demon Race, they locked us up and reported us to the Evil Race until the Evil Race came to capture us and tormented my mother. From my mother’s soul, they discovered I was your daughter, and they raised me, torturing me for millions of years!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Lan abruptly turned back, his gaze fixed on the Witch, and he asked word by word, "Do you still remember that family?"

His eyes were filled with intense murderous intent. He hadn’t expected that the kind-hearted family the mother and daughter finally encountered would turn out to be a death scythe, delivering them to the Evil Race.

"I remember; I’ve always remembered. In the Human Domain, Xiao Chen, Artax told me deliberately to provoke my anger," the Witch said in a low voice.

This person, she couldn’t forget, sold her and her mother in exchange for resources to become powerful.

Chen Lan silently noted the name, planning to find a time to annihilate him.

Afterward, the Witch didn’t speak again, seemingly unwilling to recount those tormented days. Chen Lan also remained silent, still digesting his anger.

"Demon Emperor, may I ask your name?"

Hearing this, Chen Lan’s body trembled. She addressed him as the Demon Emperor?

Sigh~

"Chen Lan," he answered truthfully.

The Witch silently committed this name to memory.

Soon, the two returned to the tribe, and seeing over eighty thousand Demon Race people, the Witch’s small face showed surprise. The others also noticed Chen Lan and knelt down, chanting slogans.

Even after all these years, the Demon Emperor was still like a god in their hearts, and even newborns would hear stories about the Demon Emperor from their parents, told over and over again.

Such mythical stories enchanted them, making them aspire to become legendary figures like the Demon Emperor. Chen Lan was the idol of all Demon Race children, and the only Emperor acknowledged by all Demon Race people!

"Demon Emperor, who is she?" Old Demon approached Chen Lan, looking at the Witch with a curious inquiry.

But his murky eyes gradually widened because he saw that the Witch’s dirty little face bore some resemblance to the figure of Chen Lan standing before him. If cleaned up, she would definitely be very beautiful.

A shocking secret arose in his heart.

"She is my daughter," Chen Lan said with a smile, his voice not loud yet heard by everyone.

Upon hearing this, Old Demon felt as if struck by lightning, utterly stunned, stepping backward, his gaze fixed on the Witch.

The others gasped, immediately quieting down, with pair after pair of eyes intently watching the Witch.

Feeling so many gazes on her, the Witch bashfully lowered her head, saying nothing.

"She’s actually the daughter of the Demon Emperor; does that make her a princess?"

"What princess, she is our Young Master, Young Master Lord!"

"To see the Demon Emperor’s daughter in my lifetime, I could die without regrets."

"All hail Young Master Lord!"

Each one knelt in unison, shouting loudly, especially the old demons, who immediately welled up with tears, never expecting to see the offspring of the Demon Emperor in their lifetime, feeling no regrets even if they were to die now.

"Could you take her to find some young people to hang out with?" Chen Lan suggested to Old Demon.

Although his daughter was millions of years old, her mind was akin to someone in their twenties. She hadn’t seen the world, always locked in the tower, unknown to the outside world, an innocent child.

Playing with young people would give her common topics to share.

"Yes, Demon Emperor," Old Demon nodded, then turned to the Witch, "Young Master, come with me."

"Go ahead, chat with others; you need to relax. No one will bully you here anymore," Chen Lan said with a smile as he looked back at the Witch.

The Witch nodded, scanning around with a curious gaze, then following Old Demon away. As she passed by the Demon Race people, each referred to her as Young Master, which made her timid and too shy to respond, only nodding continuously.

Watching the Witch gradually disappear from view, Chen Lan’s gaze turned cold, his figure vanishing, reappearing inside a wooden house where Gu Changge and Yang Tian awaited him.

"We should start planning."