Volume 1 - 2 â A Devil Steps on Stage (Part 1)
Chapter 2 â A Devil Steps on Stage (Part 1)
The ceiling broke and fell.
A large rock landed right in front of my face.
âWhat......!â
I quickly gained my senses.
Instinctively, I took a step back, however, with a thud, my back bumped against something. It was a wall.
Carefully looking around myself, I realized I was in a pitch black cavern.
I had gone to see a stalactite cave before during a school trip before. From what I could see, the ceiling now was 2-3 times higher than that cave. It was so high up that I could just barely see the top. I couldnât possibly imagine how faraway the dark mouth of the cave was.
â......â
I killed my breath.
Why was I here?
How did I get here?
A loud siren rang in my head. My conscience instantly went cold. Whenever I found myself in an unpredicted situation my head would cool down in order to compose myself.
It was because of the trauma I had experienced when I was young.
I had been kidnapped three times in my life. The memory from those times forced open my skull and poured in ice-cold water, as if telling me to stay on my toes.
âDo not screamâ, thatâll only irritate the kidnappers.
âTalk to yourself quietlyâ, you can confirm your situation this way.
Behavior procedures prepared like a manual.
Like a special forces unit listening to orders while facing terrorists, my conscience more than gladly followed the guidelines carved into my memory.
â......I was sitting in my room a moment ago...... and using the computer. It was 7PM. Drank 2 cans of beer. For dinner I had cup ramen......â
Little by little, my breathing became calmer.
There was no problem with my memory.
It at least meant that this wasnât a drug induced kidnapping.
âThere were no drugs.â
With just this the situation was reasonably favorable. It meant that the kidnapper had the intent to talk with me.
Thatâs why the kidnapping when I was in my third year of elementary school was serious. The motive then was to plainly obtain my body. I had to unconditionally keep my mouth shut. No reason whatsoever......
âOkay. Next......â
I checked my senses.
In order; vision, scent, hearing, taste, and touch.
Without rushing, I had to make sure my senses were working properly.
âThe location appears to be a cave. Definitely a cave. Itâs very dark. Doesnât seem like my vision got worse. Rock, paper, scissor......â
I moved my fingers to make the shapes.
I could see the forms properly.
Good. My vision was fine.
The problem was scent.
â......!â
A foul nauseating smell.
The smell of blood vibrated around me.
I wonder if it was because I had suddenly found myself in an unfamiliar environment, but I wasnât paying attention to the smell until now. Now that Iâve realized it, the revolting smell was so intense that it felt like it got past my nostrilâs and shook my very brain.
âThis is......â
It was a scent I had smelled three or four times in my life.
A scent which I never wanted to smell again. The smell of blood and intestines.
Corpses were spread throughout the cave.
There were human corpses that were swollen as if they were drowned, bodies with slit throats, and even bodies with limbs bent in the wrong direction.
âEugh...... euuk......â
If this cave was one of those art exhibitions, then the curator would undoubtedly be an absurdly perverted sadist. As if triumphantly displaying that humans could die in this many ways. The fact that the cave was dark was the only solace since the corpses were comparatively hard to see.
âIs this place supposed to be the mystery of the human body...... Damn it.â
I had to get out of here quickly.
I put my right foot forward andâ fell just like that.
My ankle was broken.
The entire bone was broken. It wasnât something like an adorable sprain.
âShit.â
I unintentionally let out a curse. I had to conclude that I couldnât run or walk. The pain wasnât ordinary. If the kidnapper approached now then it was impossible to escape. Perhaps they broke my ankle on purpose. Keeping safety measures. This was probably why they didnât use drugs.
âHaa.â
I sat down in defeat.
I was regretfully checkmated.
Why did they kidnap someone like me, I couldnât understand.
â...... I left all the fortune to my siblings. If it was two months ago then maybe, but thereâs no point of kidnapping me right now.â
Surely they donât mean to take me as hostage and threaten my siblings.
Foolish. I donât know about someone else, but the person currently leading our household was my second half little sister. She could manage the household with composure, although not as good as I did. Youâll get hurt if you underestimate my sibling just because sheâs young.
âHooo......â
I could only sigh when thinking about who the culprit was.
There were plenty of people spread across the world who could want revenge against me. There were also surprisingly a lot of fellows who still had a grudge against my father as well, but wanted to let it out on me instead. Thatâs why I wanted to wipe my hands clean of everything.
It was then that I heard a hurried voice coming from the other side of the cave.
âI found him!â
âThe Demon Lord is here!â
Demon Lord.
It was a name that had absolutely no connections with me.
For some reason the voice was directed towards where I was.
Iâm confused. I had been called a devil a considerable amount of times in my life, but this was the first time I had been called a Demon Lord. It might be a type of secret code.
âStay right there!â
âWeâll kill you if you move!â
The people came in like wolves.
The men were holding edged weapons like knives and axes. Thereâs no way I couldnât be bewildered by this. I shot up both my arms.
âI surrender!â
âGet down you bastard!â
Without warning, the other man grabbed my head and slammed it to the ground. They were violent with me even though I told them that I surrendered.
âAck......â
A rock that was lying on the ground sharply stabbed against my cheek.
âKeep your damn face down! Stay like that till we say otherwise!â
I almost let out a shout of pain, but I was able to hold it back.
Loud noises irritated kidnappers. During a kidnapping, even if youâre in pain you must not scream.
3rd year of Elementary school, I didnât know anything and kept on wailing. After being beat until five of my teeth were broken, I had learned to be silent.
Silently.
Politely.
It may seem stupid, but this was the proper attitude to have towards a kidnapper.
âI caught him! Riff of Jalsen, has captured the Demon Lord!â
âOoh. Our great and handsome captain, Riff. You arenât planning to take all the bounty on your own, are you?â
The men started chatting in excitement.
I held my breath and listened to their conversation.
âOf course not. Iâll share with everyone equally. Keke.â
âLook at this. This Demon Lord looks just like a caterpillar.â
âLooks good with his head on the ground. Letâs kill him already.â
âWhat do you mean, kill him? There are things we still havenât asked him yet.â
Someone kicked my side.
It wasnât a genuine hit but more done jokingly, regardless that alone was pretty painful.
ââbut just in case, we should break him.â
âFriends! Let us beat the Demon Lord into a reasonably sized pulp.â
Merciless violence showered down upon me.
Ten people were kicking me. I desperately held back my screams. More than 5 minutes had passed before the kicking started to subside.
âGood good. Thatâs enough.â
âGuys. Our handsome boss said to stop.â
âKeke.â
The violence finally stopped.
While I was breathing roughly, one of the men spoke to me as a representative.
âWell now, honorable Demon Lord. Thereâs one thing that we wish to ask you. Whereâs all the money in this castle. To tell you the truth, us village folk are in real need of money.â
As expected, I was kidnapped for money.
Wait, but theyâve been keep using words that Iâm not familiar with. This was something that I had to confirm. There was a chance that they were mistaking me for someone else.
âWhat do you mean by âDemon Lordâ......?â
When I opened my mouth, I let out a groan. My lips were torn.
âGood. Very good.â
The man insinuated.
âDespite being hit so much, youâre still able to display such a nature. An excellent stance. Keke. I donât hate that kind of thing, your honorable Demon Lord.â
With a rough hand the man grabbed my hair.
âAck......â
I was forced to raise my face.
I made eye contact with the man in front of me.
The man had bent his body forward and was looking down at me. His entire face was covered in a brown beard. A darkish mushroom that grew in a public bathroom that hadnât been cleaned for over 5 years, that was what his beard looked like. In simpler words, frighteningly dirty.
âBut my friends here donât have as much patience as me.â
â......what can I help you with?â
âYour honor. We donât desire to use pointless violence.â
Thatâs convincing.
âInstead of wasting each otherâs energy, let us trade. Tell us where the treasury is and we will not kill your honor immediately. We wonât cut your arms or legs off. And, of course, we wonât cut your precious horn off, either. Think carefully. In truth, weâre the ones at a loss in this trade.â
âYeah, at a great loss!â
They broke out into laughter.
It was laughter of people who had a rough birth.
I waited for the mood to settle before speaking again. Always courteously. Making sure to not irritate their mood.
I asked a question.
âIâm sorry, but what do you mean by horn?â
âAah? What are you asking.â
The man placed his hand on the back of my head.
âThis. Iâm talking about this.â
The man had grabbed something on my head. My head that should only have hair. There, something long was attached all the way to my skull.
I felt the back of my head.
There was certainly something hard there.
The shape was, as the man had said, in the shape of a horn.
â............â
This.
What could this creation be.
I gazed forward with blank eyes.
Donât tell me.
Before I was kidnapped, no, before I lost conscience. I was responding to a game survey on my computer.
When I opened my eyes in this cavern I had heard a faint voice...... Iâm certain it whispered âThe tutorial shall now beginâ. I ignored it because I thought it was some nonsense from my dream.
The man had called me Demon Lord. There was something like a horn actually attached to the back of my head......
Game. Tutorial. Demon Lord.
These three words pointed at one possibility.
Fortunately or unfortunately, my mind quickly came to a conclusion.
âNow. Your honor, Demon Lord Dantalian. Weâll ask you only one more time.â
I couldnât accept the answer.
The common sense, experience, and knowledge I had gained throughout my entire life completely denied the conclusion. However, as if laughing at my escape from reality, an alarm rang.
âTirring~
White words appeared in mid-air.
[1. Accept adventurer captain Riffâs offer.]
[2. Decline adventurer captain Riffâs offer.]
â......â
I was at a lost for words.
Undeniable proof had presented itself right before me.
âWill you accept our offer? Or will you just die here. Wow. You canât get choices as clean as this. Keke. Hurry and pick, oh honorable Demon Lord.â
The man gave an ill-tempered laugh. It was certain that the man couldnât see the floating words.
Is it like that
Is it like that
...... is it like that.
My monologue continued and echoed in my drifting away conscience.
Like an actor who forgot his lines on stage and kept repeating his last spoken line.
I bit my lips. The taste of blood spread throughout my mouth. The vividly raw taste brought my conscience back to reality. In front of me was a barbaric man with a broad grin on his face.
Willing or notâ
Iâm a Demon Lord in the world of .
My head went cold.
As if time was flowing slowly.
âMr. Demon Lordâs response is a bit slow.â
I gazed at the man who had just spoke.
It wasnât only this man who had skipped shaving. The other people around us also had beards. It might be normal for these men to not shave.
âTheir outfits are old.â
âWay too old.â
âTo be precise, Iâd say about 400 years old.â
Around the time Henry the IV of France fought lively against the Roman Catholics, perhaps. The clothes looked similar to the oneâs worn by the people during the French Wars of Religion. They were outfits that should have been sent straight to the museum, but no matter how you looked at these men they didnât look like they worked at a museum.
âAre you really planning to not answer?â
Situations that couldnât be understood until now were starting to be explained by assumptions. For example, as if a mysterious phenomenon was finally explained by the laws of physics.
âOi, your honor Dantalian.â
Demon Lord Dantalian.
These people have been calling me Dantalian.
That was the name of the Demon Lord who showed up in .
There are a total of 72 Demon Lords who appear in that game. Amongst them, Dantalian was ranked 71st. He was that close to last place. Correspondingly, his level was also miserably low. In the first place, he was like a trash mob made for beginners.
Even a person playing computer games for the first time could beat him on the first run.
If I had to compare it with another game, then he was like a rabbit in the beginner field. As long as you knew how to click your mouse then you could defeat the rabbit. Dantalian was the same.
...... I should also add.
After the first run, Dantalian doesnât appear at all in the game. He was removed in case that players got annoyed.
Imagine telling a level 20 warrior to âGo back to the beginner field and hunt a rabbitâ. Itâd be boring. Dantalian was a rabbit that you didnât feel like fighting again.
And if Iâm correct, Iâm currently possessing that Dantalian.
â......â
There was a bitter taste in my mouth.
How do I get out of the evil hands of these adventurers.
Iâm currently captured by humans. If this goes on Iâll probably get my head cut off or be taken to the city and executed. No matter how much I strained my brain I could only think of BAD ENDS.
Even if I proclaimed âIâm not Dantalian!â, Iâd be grateful if I even got a sneer in response.
I couldnât rely on Demon Lord Dantalianâs ability.
Let me rephrase that.
I could only rely on my own ability in order to overcome this obstacle.
âIf youâre testing my patience right now......â
âThe treasury is in Minlakdong.â (TL note: Heâll explain what this is in a short bit)
I made my resolution.
â¯Adventurer, Cowardly Looter, Riff Hoffman
Empire Calender: Year 1505, Month 4, Day 4
Dantalianâs Demon Lord Castle
Looter Riff.
That was my nickname.
Despite being an adventurer, I didnât hunt demons, but instead, looted other adventurers. Thatâs how I go the nickname. Well, let them call me whatever they want.
The people who honestly hunt demons are the fools, arenât they?
The oneâs who live skillfully in the world are the ones who benefits.
Using common sense, people who fought monsters like orcs and goblins are idiots. Iâm saying this very seriously and sincerely.
To live a not sincere life and become a corpse, or to live a sincere life and become a cowardly looter. If I had to choose between the two, then of course Iâd choose the latter. Will I still choose the latter if I die and become reincarnated? I wonât ever die.
Keke.
Regardless, light was finally shining down on my looter career.
Half a month ago, I obtained the map of Demon Lord Dantalianâs Castle. I was lucky. There was a girl too pretty to be rotting away in some lowly village. I was going to assault her a little bit, but, while presenting me this map, she pleaded, âIâll give you this, so please spare me.â. She was a girl with beautiful red hair.
Hm? Of course assaulting a virgin is wrong.
But I really like doing bad things.
I told you already.
Iâm a looter.
I donât only loot the pockets of dead adventurers, but the virginity of all the young women in the world as well. Personally, Iâd preferred to be called âVirginity Looterâ. Something like âThe Looter of Virginitiesâ sounds like a cool title. Itâs good because it sounds romantic.
Thanks to this map, I was able to gather a bunch of random adventurers. Dantalian was one of the weakest Demon Lords and there was most likely no monsters in the castle. As long as we knew where to find him, then itâd be easy to capture him.
We used an artifact that detected magical energy to search inside of the cavern. We wandered the dark cave for about four hours, but our efforts werenât in vain. We were able to capture the Demon Lord Dantalian. Amazing! The map was real!
âLook at this. This Demon Lord looks just like a caterpillar.â
My comrades were chuckling while holding the Demon Lord down.
âLooks good with his head on the ground. Letâs kill him already.â
âWhat do you mean, kill him!?â
I gave the person who spoke a vulgar look. You could gain a higher reward if you captured the Demon Lord alive. Also there was something we still hadnât asked him yet. Where the treasure was.
Gain whatever information we could get. That was common sense.
First things first, we beat the Demon Lord up and then asked him where the treasury was.
But this Demon Lord, his reaction was strange.
Heâd suddenly stare at an empty space and heâd narrow his brows and lower his chin as if he was in deep thought. What is this? Is he an idiot? I vaguely thought Demon Lords were supposed to be ghastly tyrants, but what is this small fry.
Well, since he was a small fry someone like me could capture him. I have no complaints. I love small fries. Iâd gladly decline Demon Lords like Barbatos or Paimon.
âMr. Demon Lordâs response is a bit slow. Are you really planning to not answer?â
I snickered and tapped the Demon Lordâs cheek.â
âOi, your honor Dantalian.â
It was then.
â......â
It was for a mere moment, but the Demon Lord had a dreadfully spine chilling gaze.
I blinked a couple of times and after doing so, the same minor small fry-looking Demon Lord was in front of me again.
Huh?
The atmosphere changed for a brief moment.
...... was I seeing things?
Oh well. Treasure. Treasure was more important.
Letâs keep pressing this Demon Lord.
TL note: The performance shall begin in the next chapter! Be enthralled as the most diabolical Demon Lord steps onto the stage!