The Octagram hall grew quieter after the lively discussion about Luo Feng and the heroes.
Guy Crimson leaned forward, his crimson eyes sharp and serious as he looked around the circular table at the other seven Demon Lords.
"Does anyone have any real information on the Ancient Evil God?"
The question hung in the air like a heavy fog.
For a long moment, no one spoke. Even the usually energetic Milim Nava became unusually still. The Demon Lords exchanged glances, each of them searching their ancient memories.
Ramiris was the first to speak, her tiny voice hesitant.
"I only know the old stories… They say he was sealed away long before any of us rose to power. He's the one who opposes the Goddess of Light directly. Some legends claim he was the one who twisted the very first summoning ritual and gave power to those who were rejected by the Goddess."
Luminus Valentine spoke next, her voice cool and elegant.
"I've heard he grants quiet, subtle gifts — skills that don't shine like the Goddess's blessings, but grow dangerously strong over time. He doesn't choose the strong. He chooses the broken… the ones thrown away. But no one has seen or felt his direct presence in thousands of years. He remains sealed… or so we thought."
Dagruel rumbled deeply, arms crossed over his massive chest.
"Some say he can reach across worlds and interfere with summonings. If he truly gave power to that Luo Feng… then the human may be far more dangerous than we assumed."
Leon Cromwell added calmly, "The Evil God does not seek worship like the Goddess. He plants seeds and watches them grow in the dark. That makes him unpredictable."
Rimuru Tempest rested his chin on his hand, silver-blue hair shifting as he spoke thoughtfully.
"I've only encountered fragments of information in old forbidden texts. He seems to enjoy chaos that balances the Goddess's order. But his true nature, his full power, his goals… no one really knows. Even among us, he remains mostly a legend."
Guy Crimson listened to all of them, then gave a slow, dangerous smile.
"So… even we, the Octagram, know almost nothing concrete about him. Interesting."
The discussion continued for a long time.
They shared every scrap of ancient lore, every rumor, every half-remembered story they had collected over the centuries. Some spoke of how the Evil God once corrupted a summoning and created a being that nearly destroyed the balance of the world. Others mentioned how he rewarded those who were discarded by the light.
The more they talked, the clearer it became:
No one truly understood the Ancient Evil God.
He remained a shadow — powerful, elusive, and dangerous.
And now, because of one rejected human named Luo Feng, that shadow seemed to be stirring once again.
The Octagram meeting stretched late into the night, the eight supreme beings deep in conversation about the one being even they could not fully grasp.