The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 85: A Different Demon Realm

"Hahahahahaha! Honestly, I really enjoy bringing others through the border outside of the official entry period," Ke’Oth chuckled. "Just to see their dumbfounded expressions. It’s absolutely hilarious!"

Illiya and the rest: Thanks, we don’t find it funny at all.

Seeing their faces collapse into deadpan annoyance, Ke’Oth very sensibly dropped the mischief and switched to a more serious tone. He began explaining, "Actually, the border is dangerous. It’s a fair system. If the demon race wants to communicate or trade with the outside world, the border is the only means. If demons lose access to it, their development stalls completely. No matter how strong the foundation was before, their future progress becomes visibly stagnant—even the slightly perceptive can tell."

"But fortunately, the border is fair. While it gives the demon race only one path to connect to the outside, it also grants us something unique compared to other races on the main continent—a special ability: the power to cross the border rapidly and without injury!"

"Surprised, aren’t you? Isn’t it amazing?" Ke’Oth’s voice was brimming with pride. If they could see his demon form, they would notice the tail behind him wagging joyfully like a puppy’s.

It was probably for the best that Illiya and the others couldn’t see that. Otherwise, they might seriously start questioning everything they thought they knew about demons. Whatever ferocious filter they still had left would shatter entirely. The impression that demons were all just big goofballs would be permanently seared into their minds.

Illiya honestly couldn’t bear to look.

He truly couldn’t figure the demons out. No wonder his teacher used to say that the contents of books weren’t always the absolute truth. Even the books that was passed down from ancient times shouldn’t be blindly trusted. Sometimes, what you see with your own eyes is even more misleading than what’s written down.

Demons were really... a strange race.

Thanks to Ke’Oth’s joking and chatter, Illiya gradually relaxed and no longer holding his body tensely. He was finally able to properly observe the environment around him.

It wasn’t at all what he’d imagined.

The Demon Realm was always described in legends as a place of desolation and gloom. Everywhere you looked was supposed to be covered in yellow dust and cracked earth, with the wind constantly kicking up sandstorms that made the already murky surroundings even harder to see through. Crumbling castles draped in cobwebs were considered standard decor. Blood and violence soaked every inch of land.

But...

What Illiya saw today was drastically different from all those tales. If he hadn’t known beforehand that this was the Demon Realm, he would’ve assumed it was a completely different place. The contrast was that stark.

There was no sand in the air, no gritty winds. On the contrary, the air was fresh—almost comparable to the wood-element-rich atmosphere of the Elven Forest. The sun and moon of the Demon Realm were certainly different from the ones on the continent. Here, both celestial bodies glowed with an ominous crimson hue that seemed unsettling at first glance.

Logically, such lighting should make the entire environment appear dim and eerie. But the reality defied expectations—the place wasn’t dark at all. It was actually quite bright. The crimson light, initially associated with foreboding, somehow enhanced the beauty of the landscape under this unique sky.

The plants of the Demon Realm clearly hadn’t been here long. It was obvious they had only recently been planted. They weren’t fully grown yet, each one stubbornly holding up its thin, fragile stalks like tiny banners of resilience—testaments to their tenacity.

The houses were no longer dilapidated, the environment no longer filthy—every corner of the Demon Realm now revealed signs of thriving vitality.

The Demon Realm was improving. Under the leadership of the new Demon King, it was becoming a better place.

"Pretty good, isn’t it?" N’zall said with a sigh, somehow having walked up next to Illiya without him noticing.

Illiya turned to look at him.

N’zall scratched his head a little nervously, giving a goofy smile. "Of course, compared to your Elven Forest, it’s still far behind."

Illiya shook his head. "No. In my eyes, actually, they are the same."

He wasn’t belittling the Elven Forest. Rather, he was praising the new Demon Realm.

N’zall naturally understood the deeper meaning behind Illiya’s words, and the smile at the corners of his lips grew wider.

"That’s because we have the best Demon King. Without His Majesty, what you would’ve seen today would’ve been the Demon Realm in the legend—dark and dreadful," N’zall admitted frankly. "In truth, it’s not that the Demon King cannot do without the demons. It’s the demons who cannot live without the Demon King. Otherwise, there wouldn’t have been a thousand years of chaos when the throne was empty, and the Demon Realm fell into such disarray."

This time, Illiya didn’t respond. He merely gazed quietly into the distance, though no one knew exactly what he was looking at.

He was genuinely curious. He truly wanted to meet this new Demon King and understand what kind of demon he was.

Perhaps he was someone very different from what most would imagine a demon to be. And surely, he must be very gentle.

Illiya was certain of it.

At the very heart of the Demon Realm—the Demon King’s Palace.

"Help! I’m just a high school student! Why do I have to suffer so much? I really don’t know how to farm, wuwuwuwuwu—"

A voice full of wailing echoed throughout the Demon King’s Palace.

But the demons in the palace were already used to it. Some were even quite pleased.

See? His Majesty the Demon King is lively as always today.

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The place where Illiya and the others were currently located was a small, remote corner of the Demon Realm.

This was something Ke’Oth had said. "To be honest, I had no idea where the border would send us. The border is very fair. Picking a specific location would be cheating, so leaving it to fate is best," Ke’Oth said with emotion. "Sometimes, I’m even thankful for this rule."