The Octagram hall was filled with a rare, heavy tension after the spy's report.
The live projection had shown everything — Feng grabbing the spy by the throat, calmly naming several Demon Lords, and warning him not to become an enemy. The moment the connection ended, the eight supreme beings began speaking at once.
Guy Crimson leaned back in his grand chair, a dangerous smile playing on his lips, but his crimson eyes were sharp with genuine surprise.
"Hmph… He knew our names. Not just mine or Rimuru's — he listed several of us specifically. How is that possible? Even the Goddess's heroes don't know the full roster of the Octagram. This human has been thrown away by the light, yet he speaks our names as if they are common knowledge."
Milim Nava bounced excitedly in her seat, swinging her legs.
"Ehehe~ He said my name! He said 'Demon Lord Milim'! That's so cool! But how did he know? Did the Evil God tell him? Or did he see something on the other side? I wanna meet him now! He looks fun!"
Ramiris floated up in a panic, waving her tiny arms.
"Wait, wait, wait! This is bad! He knows about us! What if he comes here one day? What if he tries to fight us?! I don't wanna fight someone who can kill SSS-rank heroes while barely standing!"
Luminus Valentine crossed her arms elegantly, her voice cool but intrigued.
"He is far too well-informed for a mere rejected summon. The way he spoke… it was as if he had prior knowledge of our existence. Either the Ancient Evil God fed him this information, or there is something else at play. We should not underestimate him."
Dagruel rumbled deeply, arms folded over his massive chest.
"The boy has courage. Naming Demon Lords to a spy while his family lies dead… Most humans would be broken. He is not. That alone makes him dangerous."
Leon Cromwell spoke calmly, though his eyes were narrowed.
"He mentioned the Evil God's power earlier. If he has truly accepted that being's gift, then his growth will not be normal. The fact that he already knows our names suggests the Evil God has given him more than just raw strength — perhaps knowledge across worlds."
Rimuru Tempest rested his chin on his hand, a small, thoughtful smile on his face. He was the calmest among them, but his golden eyes were shining with clear interest.
"Interesting… He didn't seem hostile toward us. He simply warned the spy not to become his enemy. The way he listed our names… it felt like he was testing how much we were watching. He knows we are observing him. That level of awareness is impressive for someone who was just a farmer not long ago."
Shion grinned beside Rimuru, still excited from her winning bet.
"Lord Rimuru! He's strong! He killed the heroes even while injured! And now he knows about us? This human is getting more and more interesting!"
The Demon Lords continued chatting among themselves for a long time, analyzing every word Feng had spoken to the spy.
Some wondered if the Ancient Evil God had directly implanted knowledge of the Octagram into Feng's mind.
Others speculated that Feng might have seen fragments of their world through the summoning process itself.
A few even considered the possibility that Feng was connected to something bigger — perhaps another force from his original world.
Guy Crimson finally leaned forward again, his voice carrying a dark amusement.
"Whatever the reason, one thing is clear: the human called Luo Feng is no longer a simple rejected summon. He has stepped onto a much larger stage. Let us continue watching. This may become far more entertaining than we expected."
The Octagram's attention remained fixed on the events unfolding in the Holy Kingdom.
Meanwhile, in the quiet inn room, Feng sat beside Lina, still holding her as they grieved their children, completely unaware that the most powerful beings on the other side of the world were now deeply intrigued by him.