Chapter 43: Deep Sleep Inducement

Back in the days when I led armies as a great and powerful Demon God, claiming victory across various parts of the universe.

Back when I was a Grand Commander commanding a vast force.

During the nights that followed the end of a battle, there were pains my subordinates would plead to me about.

“Ugh—, O Demon God. Sleep simply will not come.”

“…….”

Even when I glared at them with a look that asked why they were telling me such things, my subordinates continued to make dying noises.

“If I cannot sleep like this, tomorrow’s march will be hindered….”

“Ah, how agonizing. I wish to take to the battlefield in peak condition for the sake of the Demon God.”

“It must be an honor to have participated in consecutive battles for the Demon God’s sake, so I must accept it….”

There were even some insolent fellows who subtly shifted the responsibility onto me.

“Silence! Strike them down, O Lightning.”

First, I dealt with the insolence through lightning strikes.

“Have you not been fighting all day? If you have engaged in that much physical activity, should you not fall into a deep sleep?”

“That is the thing; rather, I cannot sleep due to hyper-arousal.”

“It seems I drank too many energizing beverages.”

Just as I was about to snap back, asking if they weren’t the ones who gulped them down because they tasted good.

“There are also comrades who cannot sleep due to injuries sustained while fighting for the Demon God….”

“Poor fellows…. They know nothing but loyalty….”

Again and again, they pushed the responsibility onto me.

However, I could not turn a blind eye when they said they were injured.

“Pathetic fools, to think I have such men as subordinates.”

“It cannot be helped. It simply cannot be resolved unless it is the Demon God.”

“It cannot be resolved unless it is I?”

“That is correct. For us, there is only the Demon God!”

“Hmph. As I thought, is it not?”

Managing the troops is the duty of a commander.

The subordinates belonged to different races and had different biological rhythms.

It was essential to ensure that the subordinates, who had risked danger to fight for me, could sleep soundly on battlefields of various environments.

In the end, the Demon God unleashed a mighty Authority.

It was time to reclaim that very Authority once again.

‘I shall open the Authority with my recovered power.’

The power recovered as the chain broke just now.

The Demon God granted a structure to that power that would trigger a specific effect.

Then, a dark mist resembling the deep night rose around the Demon God.

The change did not stop there.

As the Demon God extended his left hand forward, the lightly scattered mist gradually gathered into his palm.

The condensed mist grew darker and darker.

Eventually, the completely gathered mist looked like a flickering black flame.

The secret to troop management for the Grand Commander who led the long and fierce war against the gods.

Authority: [Deep Sleep Inducement].

“It is done.”

The Authority that grants honey-like sleep returned to the Demon God.

And.

– What is that?

– What kind of pose is that?

The process just now was invisible to human eyes.

To them, it only looked as if Sun-woo, who was enjoying the fans’ cheers, suddenly extended his left hand forward.

– Is he sending us energy? He always says he’ll make everything we do go well.

– Is it a pose like that? One that fits the concept?

The fans were making sensible guesses.

“Lay down your heads.”

– …?

As expected, Sun-woo easily surpassed the scope of the fans’ guesses.

“It cannot be helped since my power has not been fully recovered.”

Originally, simply extending a hand and commanding them to sleep would plunge an entire army into deep slumber.

With the power of only one thin chain, that level was difficult.

Physical contact was necessary.

“M-Me?”

Directly in the line of the Demon God’s extended left hand.

The one sitting in that spot was none other than aka Zombie, Yoo Jin-ah.

Yoo Jin-ah was utterly bewildered.

My favorite idol is telling me to lay down my head?

“Yes! I’m coming!”

The ‘why’ was for later.

If my favorite tells me to come up, I must go.

Yoo Jin-ah stood up.

“Just a moment, you can’t do that!”

“Fans, please remain below the platform.”

Naturally, the event staff restrained her.

The staff had no choice but to be faithful to their duties.

Even if a member told a fan to come up, it was a situation where they had to restrain her and then check with Origin.

“It is a bother to explain every single detail. I shall go instead.”

The Demon God leaped lightly and landed below the platform.

“Wait, then there will be a commotion in the venue…!”

However, there was no chaos like the staff feared.

An overwhelming aura.

The Demon God, jumping down from the platform, literally exuded an atmosphere of a descended deity.

The fans could only sit in their places with their mouths open, staring.

“Now, Zombie. It is time to be resurrected.”

The Demon God slowly extended his left hand toward Yoo Jin-ah.

From Yoo Jin-ah’s perspective, it was an unbelievable moment as her favorite’s hand approached.

Even if the Demon God didn’t extend it slowly, a single second flowed as slowly as an eternity for her.

She didn’t know what kind of fan service this was.

But did she have to know for it to be good? It was fine not to know.

The touch of her favorite reached her.

She thought he might be stroking her hair.

The Demon God simply cupped her forehead and eyes in one hand.

“Um, Sun-woo oppa, I can’t see you?”

“There is no need to see. For you shall fall asleep.”

“Pardon?”

“Receive it.”

“What?”

“Deep sleep.”

“Eh?”

Her favorite, who was overflowing with ‘weirdo beauty,’ now placed his right hand firmly on top of Yoo Jin-ah’s head.

And then.

Press, press, press.

He applied acupressure.

“Count the numbers.”

What is this, what is this.

He’s giving her a sleep massage?

“One.”

Yoo Jin-ah began to count as the Demon God instructed, even amidst the confusion.

Yet, inwardly, she harbored the cheeky thought of disobeying the Demon God’s will.

‘I cannot fall asleep here.’

‘I must hold out as long as possible to feel my favorite’s touch for a long time.’

That kind of thought.

“Two, zzzz—”

She fell asleep.

Unfortunately, she fell fast asleep.

How could a mere human resist the Authority of a Demon God?

Especially an exhausted human.

“Hmph.”

The Demon God pulled his hands away and looked at Yoo Jin-ah.

The other fans beside her also checked on Yoo Jin-ah.

“Zzzz—”

She was certainly in a deep sleep.

Her face, which had been weary from insomnia, was now comfortably relaxed, and her stiff body had also slumped over.

The chair provided at the venue was quite comfortable, so there was no need for her to be disturbed by an uncomfortable posture.

Yoo Jin-ah hung her head slightly and enjoyed it sweetly, deeply, and comfortably.

The happiness given to her.

The Demon God’s Authority.

The next moment, a fan nearby raised her hand high!

“M-Me too!”

“What?”

The Demon God looked at that fan.

The fan cried out with eyes sparkling brightly.

“I can’t sleep either!”

“Thy eyes are shining quite intensely though?”

It couldn’t be helped.

In truth, this fan had slept for 13 hours yesterday just to come here.

She wanted to meet Pantheon in peak condition, and she was indeed in peak condition.

However, she could not miss the opportunity of Sun-woo reaching out.

She had wanted to touch him from the moment Sun-woo descended, but had been unable to due to the mysterious aura.

She wanted to receive the sleep massage.

“Hmm, I do not mind. Bring thy head here. And count the numbers.”

The Demon God covered the fan’s eyes with his left hand and applied acupressure with his right.

Press, press, press.

“One.”

Since she had slept for 13 hours, there was no way she felt sleepy.

The fan made excuses that her insomnia was even worse and thought she would hold out until the end.

“Two, zzzz—”

But she fell asleep.

Before the Demon God’s Authority, even a human who isn’t tired simply goes zzzz!

– Wh-What?

– is this a skit?

– I don’t think so?

– Then did they really fall asleep?

Murmuring spread among the fans.

“Sun-woo?”

“Sun-woo hyung?”

The members on the platform were also bewildered.

“CEO, what do we do about this?”

Management Team Leader Oh Dae-ho was also quite flustered.

However.

The CEO, who had developed quite a bit of guts at some point, curled up one side of his mouth.

“What do you mean ‘what do we do’? We do what we do.”

“Pardon?”

As the CEO whispered something into the Team Leader’s ear, the Team Leader’s eyes widened.

“There was such a method…!”

“Hurry! Go grab the microphone.”

The Team Leader dashed over and stood before the Demon God.

Of course, the microphone was already in his hand.

“Surpriiiise eveeeent!”

“Eh?”

The fans were momentarily stunned.

“Demon God Sun-woo’s sleep massage—! For those who apply, Demon God Sun-woo will personally perform the sleep massage he learned himself—!”

He omitted where he learned it.

Because neither the CEO nor the Team Leader knew.

Well, he must have learned it somewhere. That’s why he’s so skilled at it.

Along with that convenient thought, he energetically declared the event.

“Anyone who wants it? Shall we see some hands?”

– Oh, so this was an event?

– No wonder!

– Sun-woo must have been busy with promotions, yet he learned massage personally? Just for today’s fan meeting?

– Ah…. Sun-woo, what should we do…. Wouldn’t it have been too hard on him?

While they were overwhelmed by the thought of Sun-woo carving out time from his busy schedule to painfully learn massage.

“Me!”

“Me too!”

The fans were faithfully raising their hands.

The total number of fans who raised their hands was—

“Everyone…?”

The Team Leader was slightly startled, but this was natural.

No fan here would want to be the only one left out.

Even if he had brought a random person off the street instead of a fan, wouldn’t they raise their hand out of curiosity about the effectiveness of the massage?

“Sun-woo…?”

Swallowing hard, the Team Leader looked at Demon God Sun-woo.

Having to massage one hundred people one by one would be quite a chore if it were a chore.

Would our Sun-woo do such a thing willingly?

“Hmph, then I shall proceed in order.”

“?”

The Demon God, noticing the Team Leader’s gaze, replied.

“I do not discriminate against my believers.”

Could one be called a commander if they put some to sleep and not others? If he had acted that way, he could not have sustained the long fight against the gods.

The Demon God reached out.

“Here I go.”

One, two, zzzz—

One, two, the fans fell asleep.

Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, the fans fell asleep.

A mystical scene unfolded in the venue.

Soon, every single fan was asleep.

The only ones awake were the event staff, including Origin.

In truth, they were also dazed by the mystical phenomenon, effectively half-asleep themselves.

“But what do we do? These people have to go home, don’t they?”

At least Tae-young, the leader, regained his senses and spoke to the CEO.

“Oh? You’re right?”

The CEO was slightly flustered by Tae-young’s point, even if he was the CEO.

“Do not worry. I did not make it strong because I was able to adjust the effectiveness to some extent. They shall wake in thirty minutes.”

The Demon God’s reassurance put them at ease again.

“Is that so?”

“Indeed. They shall sleep soundly again when night falls after returning home.”

If one thought about it carefully, setting the sleep time to a limit of thirty minutes, or the deep sleep continuing even after returning home—everything was strange, but—

“I see.”

The CEO nodded.

The Team Leader, the members, and the event staff were all the same.

The gods had already intervened and begun to correct their perception.

‘Hmph, you all should at least do this much.’

The Demon God looked up at the sky beyond the ceiling and smiled slightly.

If he did this too often, he might have to pay a price, but well, he decided to think about that when the time came.

With a leap.

Having jumped back onto the platform, the Demon God turned to look at the fans.

Everyone was leaning against the comfortable chairs, having a sweet dream.

A peaceful smile was spread across their lips.

How adorable.

O believers, enjoy.

The Authority of the Demon God.

“Heh heh heh heh.”

The Demon God laughed sinisterly, immersed in his Authority [Deep Sleep Inducement].

He was truly the Lord of Darkness.

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And starting that very evening.

Testimonies from the Pantheon fan meeting began to appear.