The Octagram hall grew lively after Shion's passionate words.
Shion's eyes sparkled with excitement as she suddenly slammed her hand on the table again.
"I've got an idea!"
All the Demon Lords turned to look at her. Guy Crimson raised an eyebrow, Milim tilted her head curiously, and Rimuru gave her a small, amused smile.
"Speak," Guy said simply.
Shion grinned widely, leaning forward with clear enthusiasm.
"Why don't we make a bet about Luo Feng? Whether he will die, escape and hide, kill the remaining heroes and survive, or even challenge the Goddess and start a war with her!"
The hall went quiet for a moment as the eight supreme beings considered the proposal.
Then, one by one, they started nodding.
Milim clapped her hands. "A bet? That sounds super fun!"
Ramiris floated up excitedly. "I'm in! We can bet with valuable things, rare treasures, or even territories!"
Luminus Valentine smiled elegantly. "Interesting. It's been a long time since we had a proper wager."
Rimuru chuckled softly. "Alright. Let's do it. What will happen to this human called Luo Feng… it could be quite entertaining to watch."
Shion puffed out her chest proudly and spoke first.
"I'll bet first! I bet that Luo Feng will kill the remaining four heroes and then challenge the Goddess herself! He has that kind of fire in him!"
Guy Crimson smirked. "Bold. I'll bet he dies before he can reach the Goddess. The power gap is simply too vast."
Milim Nava raised her hand energetically. "I bet he escapes and hides for a while, then comes back stronger and starts a big war!"
Dagruel rumbled deeply, "He will survive and kill the heroes, but he won't dare challenge the Goddess."
Leon Cromwell spoke calmly, "He will try to challenge her… and fail."
The others placed their bets accordingly — some betting on his death, some on escape, some on survival and revenge, and a few on him somehow shaking the very foundation of the western world.
Valuable items were quickly offered as stakes: ancient artifacts, rare magic crystals, portions of territory, even personal favors from the Demon Lords themselves.
The atmosphere in the Octagram hall had completely shifted from serious discussion to a mix of anticipation and playful rivalry.
Rimuru Tempest watched the scene with a small, intrigued smile on his face.
Far away, in the Holy Kingdom of Elysium, Luo Feng had no idea that the most powerful beings on the other side of the world had just turned his fate into a high-stakes bet among Demon Lords.