"It's the same for the battlefield and the mines, there are those who work and those who supervise. The supervisors exert less effort than the workers. To achieve fairness, everyone has to either be a worker or a supervisor. But if it's like that, the mine won't function, where would the ores come from? The equipment?"
"Those fools can't comprehend this, therefore, they never pay attention to what Merkel says. But I'm different. I remember everything he says."
"He says those who perform well can become team leaders. So, I perform enthusiastically, even if I don't understand his bullshit theories. As long as I agree and show ambition, I'll get my appointment, become a supervisor."
"Once I become a supervisor, I'll have power, unlike those damned slaves. I can decide who works, and who works hard. If they don't want to work hard, they'll have to suck up to me, just like how it was with the old supervisors."
The Red Devil shook his head proudly, a comrade by his side immediately praised him: "Moron, you truly are the smartest among us. Being supervisor will mean less work for all of us."
Labelled as Moron, the Red Devil snorted and said, "Right now, I'm just a team leader, so you still have to work. When I become the big boss, I will have all of the Red Devils become team leaders too, then nobody will have to work anymore."
At that moment his comrade scratched his head and asked, "What does democracy mean? Lord Merkel always emphasizes democratic spirit. You also kept repeating it during lessons. What does it mean?"
Moron waved his hand impatiently and said, "They are just finding a new way to motivate the slaves to work harder. Democracy, democracy, they say it means letting the devils rule their own lives. But how could these miner slaves possibly rule anything? The mine belongs to the mine owner. What's it got to do with them?"
"The work the mining slaves do and the ores they dig out all belong to the mine owner. Plus, what kind of work they do, and what kind of ores they dig out, are all decided by the mine owner."
"They say it's the same as the old Rotting Heart General, telling his demon soldiers, 'Fight well, there will be rewards when you return'. It's just put in a different way, don't you understand?"
His comrade nodded, "indeed, the mine isn't ours. It's just that the better the mining slaves work, the more rewards we'll get."
"The rewards are meant for us." Moron rolled his eyes and said: "They'll give us the rewards to distribute them down. If we lead well, we should get the rewards. The filthy slaves should stay in the corner!"
A cold expression appeared on Moron's face as he sneered "Furthermore, the mine is currently owned by a weak human. Although he is now a general with soldiers under him, it can't change his inherent weakness."
In truth, I have no patience to sit and listen to the classes, glued to my seat watching that Merkel's expressions, shouting this and that along with him… Moron snorted.
"However, for the sake of the supervisor's position, I can bear with it. Once I become the big boss and assign you to suitable positions. The Red Devils will occupy the entire mine, our people can naturally understand various habits of the humans. At that time..." Moron revealed a wicked smile.
His comrade narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you mean….? But that makes sense. The humans who currently lead us have very weak soul power. If we can seize the opportunity…"
His tone became somewhat excited, as if envisioning the day when the Red Devils take over the entire mine, so he said, "When that day comes, you will be the true Demon Lord, your Matriarchy will have infinite glory…"
The two Red Devils laughed wickedly together. However, Moron suddenly stopped, frowned, and shouted into the air, "Who's there?! Who's there?! Show yourself!"
The two Red Devils instantly assumed a defensive stance. His companion held a spear, and Moron drew a dagger from his waist. In the shadow of a nearby mound, a tendril flickered. Moron caught this detail and rushed over.
It seemed to realize it had been discovered, the shadow behind the mound bolted out in alarm, and tried to hide behind another pile. As it moved, Batman, tied to a stone pillar, saw that it was Hexagon.
"Damn stealth monster! Come out!" Moron shouted while chasing. He turned to his companion and said, "He must've heard our plan! Kill him!"
The two Red Devils pursued, but Hexagon ran towards the center of the mine, where there were not only Red Devils but many slave miners dumping slag.
Moron glanced sidelong, then pointed at Hexagon and yelled, "I am the team leader of the Third Unit! That monster wants to sabotage our operation. Catch him!"
The working miners were stunned. Hearing that Moron was the newly promoted team leader, their instincts caused them to look in the direction he pointed, and Hexagon was quickly discovered as he was too busy running to conceal his figure.
Moron kept shouting, "Catch that stealth monster!", and the slaves instinctively chased after Hexagon.
Being stealth monsters, they are inherently very weak, their physical strength is not strong and their speed is also slow, slower than even the Red Devils, not to mention the fast shuttle snake demons. Very quickly, two of the closest shuttle snake demons almost caught Hexagon's tendril.
The situation was going on in the middle of the field, and Batman, who was tied to a stone pillar, was watching with knitted brows. He was sweating for Hexagon, but at this moment, Hexagon ran towards the shadow ore on the edge of the mine out of desperation.
As a member of the Shadow Vines, as long as he could return to the shadow ore, no one could harm him. However, just before he could get to the shadow ore, the spear thrown by Moron's companion pierced one of Hexagon's tendrils.
Hexagon screamed in pain, the screaming sound wave stimulated the Shadow Vines around the shadow ore, and instantly, the Shadow Vines lashed out, knocking all the surrounding miner slaves away.