Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree

In those long centuries, as an old demon god who had thrived from the Titan Era to the present, Azazel did not know how many times she had been sealed.

The forms and effects of the seals were even more varied.

Some pulled her into endless dreams, sealing her in a dream world.

Some directly bound her divine power and divine soul, causing her main body to fall asleep, with only a sliver of consciousness remaining awake.

Some kept her consciousness intact, yet subjected her to daily tortures and punishments unbearable for ordinary beings.

She had seen far too many of these.

However, Azazel felt that the seals she had previously encountered were not as nauseating as the one she faced now.

Defeated.

She was defeated by a group of beings as insignificant as ants who hadn't even reached the Golden Rank!

Though her power had been sealed, this result was still unacceptable to her.

A demon god was a mythic entity.

Aside from her ties with the Abyss, her power was the same as any ordinary True God.

The dignity of a True God could not be desecrated; this applied equally to her.

And now, the exalted Seventh Demon God, the ruler of a part of the Hell Plane, had become a mere stepping stone for a group of ants!

This made Azazel extremely furious.

However, what disgusted her more was that as these long-eared creatures sealed her again, and just as she thought she might have some peace…

Only a few hours passed before she was forcefully "awoken" again.

And before her stood a new batch of elves.

Like the last group, they were fully armed, their expressions excited, and the way they scrutinized Azazel infuriated her.

It was the look one would have upon seeing a toy or prey.

The excitement in their eyes, the delight in their gaze, was like how Azazel herself would admire those foolish creatures slaughtering one another after being ensnared by her.

*She didn't understand.*

*Azazel really didn't understand.*

*Even as a demon god, she had some understanding of elves.*

*When did these long-eared creatures, as docile as rabbits, become like this?*

*Why did they have such expressions, such looks?*

*Were they really not demons in elvish guise?*

*Moreover, weren't entities from the material realm supposed to be immensely fearful of demon gods?*

*Even if she was sealed, even if they were here to strengthen the seal, shouldn't they be trembling in awe?*

*What was with those who fought and laughed loudly simultaneously?*

*These elves seemed to possess no reverence of a lower being towards a higher one.*

Not only that, Azazel even sensed an opposite emotion from their expressions and gazes.

The more they fought, the more Azazel felt the inherent arrogance in these elves.

Such discoveries only made her feel more humiliated.

*What were they proud of?*

*What were they so arrogant about?*

*Who did they think they were?*

*The center of the world?!*

*They were nothing but a group of overconfident ants, like worms gazing out from a hive!*

*Was Yggdrasil, that guy, really sending such bastards one after another to disgust her?!*

Azazel would never forget the excitement and complacency of those elves at the moment they successfully sealed her.

The joy they received from treading upon her made Azazel impossibly angry.

That feeling was akin to a high and mighty king being urinated on and mocked by a beggar, utterly repulsive.

Humiliation.

It was truly humiliating!

*She couldn't let them succeed.*

*Absolutely couldn't let them succeed!*

*Even if her power was bound, even if these hateful elves were under Yggdrasil's protection, she would not let them easily claim victory!*

The pride of Azazel would never allow it!

So…

The great Seventh Demon God finally took these elves seriously.

She began to observe the actions of these elves, and she also started to continuously change her tactics.

Her ultimate goal was but one, to defeat all these waves of bastards coming to challenge her!

She wanted to show these loathsome long-ears that even sealed and bound, the dignity of a demon god was not to be desecrated!

However, as Azazel adapted, the attitude of these elves puzzled her more and more.

Instead of panicking when she began to search for their combat habits and adjust accordingly, they grew even more excited.

"Damn! This BOSS has intelligence, probably equipped with a memory function, and can counter our tactics!"

"Now that's a challenge! Don't be afraid! All together! Take her down!"

Azazel: …

However, it wasn't entirely ineffective.

Azazel's earnestness indeed caused many troubles for the players.

For quite some time, players experienced a noticeable dip in their success rates and evaluations in clearing the level.

Nonetheless, such days did not last long.

To Azazel's exasperation, even though she adapted quickly, these insignificant ants adapted even faster.

These fearless long-ears seemed born for battle; every time Azazel tailored tactics against their habits, they evolved even quicker with new combat strategies.

Not only that.

Clearly, it was this group fighting her this time.

By the next day, an entirely unrelated batch appeared, yet they seemed to possess the prior group's experience, knowing everything about her as if they had personally experienced the previous battle…

No matter how Azazel fought, the result awaiting her was invariably an intensified seal…

Whether it was after repelling a few rounds of elves or enduring for one or two days before being sealed again.

Time and again, an endless cycle.

A cycle even more spiritually suffocating and frustrating than all the seals before.

As time passed and through numerous observations, Azazel finally understood her place in these elves' hearts.

"Turns out… in their eyes, I was merely a toy!"

"Damn Yggdrasil! Did she actually make a maze game centered around me for these insignificant ants?!"

When she realized this fact, she almost exploded with anger.

"No, I cannot let this happen, I cannot let them succeed anymore!"

*She was tired.*

*Truly tired.*

Physically and mentally exhausted, angry and humiliated, Azazel finally decided:

"Fine, suit yourselves, I'm not playing with you anymore!"

*Not fighting, not fighting.*

*Seal if they wanted.*

*After all, she couldn't escape.*

*It would only bring delight to these vile bastards!*

However, when Azazel "went on strike," the reaction from the elves surprised her.

"Damn! The BOSS isn't moving! Is it a bug?!"

"Hahaha! What an opportunity, what an opportunity! Everyone, go! Quickly take her down during this bug! Perfect clear!"

"Wait for me! Wait for me! Let me take a group photo first! Let me take a group photo first!"

Amidst enthusiastic cheers, these elves became even more excited and joyous.

They launched even more violent and barbaric attacks on the "striking" Azazel.

Not to mention, they jumped up and down around her, manipulating everything.

In the last second as she fell into slumber, what Azazel saw was the elves' faces, more delighted than ever before.

Their smug expressions seemed as if they had scored the greatest bargain.

Azazel: …

*Why did it seem…*

*like she made them even happier?!*

In that moment, Azazel was in chaos.