Chapter 3: Demon

  When my mood is at an all-time high, there has to be someone who ruined it.

  “Who the fuck dares?”

  For the first time in this life, I felt anger and the desire to kill surge… Is this all of my intent amounts to?

  For some reason, my murderous intent isn’t as much as I hope it to be. Probably because I haven’t killed anything for quite a long time, from my point of view.

  It’s official then; I will kill that piece of shit who dares to anger me, Beelzebub. I shall rip off his head and…oh, who am I kidding? All that bravado isn’t going to change the fact that this body is extremely useless right now.

  Never before have I felt so weak; at least the moment I was born in hell, I was a high-ranking demon with a growing ability that helped me evolve into a Demon Of Origin before becoming a demon king. Now with a body all bones, a messed-up mana core, and an ability that didn’t really help in anything…

  Well, let’s not get depressed right now. I’m Beelzebub, the king who ruled over these bugs, so there’s nothing to be afraid of. Besides, the two from outside aren’t even that strong; they wouldn’t be a good meal, but they would at least improve my mana veins a bit. My ability should be enough to kill both of them.

  “Apparently, I become what I eat, which did have a gluttony theme, but I was hoping for—”

  “FUCKER, COME OUT HERE AT ONCE.”

  This is getting annoying; Beelzebub stretched his body and made his way toward the door. But before he could kick the door open, the other side did it first.

  BANG

  The door broke into many splinters with some scratches at his face which surprising Beelzebub greatly. He could see these woods flying toward him, and yet his body failed to respond; he hadn’t taken a full grip on this body.

  “This isn’t great—”

  Before he could finish, he stepped sideways to dodge a punch that was imbued with yellow lightning by a curly blond-haired man. Even though the attack didn’t reach him, he felt his skin tingling just from exposing the aura.

  “Huh? You dodge that.”

  "A pathetic fist like that can never—"

  Beelzebub raised his elbow to block a sudden punch aimed at his face. The elbow struck the fist, and it was supposed to shatter it, yet his arm was pushed backward, and the electricity coming from the fist shocked his body, causing his entire arm to go numb. He stepped back to heal his scorched arm and also to make some distance.

  BANG

  What the—

  A projectile that was simply too fast for his brain to comprehend struck through his knee, making him fall down to the wooden floor.

  What was that?

  But the opponent didn’t spare any time as the man grabbed Beelzebub by the neck and slammed Beelzebub out of the home, creating a giant hole in the wall.

  Watching Beelzebub lay down flat, struggling to move. The blond man laughs with his annoying tone and signals someone to come here.

  “C-Calm down, Beelzebub.”

  I guess the drawbacks still have some impact on my body, as I fail to control my mana properly, but not anymore. As the fight goes on, the will to survive rushes through my brain, and with some weird chemistry, my control of this body is getting better as long as I stay calm.

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  But how can I when I was being humiliated by these lowly creatures? Beelzebub stands up while faking his injury; now in his mind is all about planning to kill these mortals.

  From the house walk out two men, one bulky with blond hair and a fatty with brown hair. The blond has an ability that could harm me upon contact, and the fatty is holding something similar to a gun, a rifle? They still use it these days when it fails to harm the weakest demon?

  "Oh, you come prepared after all; you even have money to heal up your finger, and yet you haven’t paid back our money.”

  “Look at this bastard trying to block Big Brother's attack; your hand must be burning right now.”

  Both of them are laughing while pointing at me like I’m a clown. A clown? ME. The burning anger clouds my mind, but thanks to the anger that makes me want to kill these two, I can now tap into this pathetic body's maximum potential.

  Each remark fueled my anger and thus strengthened me even more. Good, this is good, although the method isn’t what I wanted to suffer, but sadly, I don’t have a choice anymore.

  But at least I have a choice on these two fates. I sentence the two of you to death in the cruelest way possible by the hand of me, Beelzebub.

  “Look at him standing there in a daze; he must be trying to find a way to escape.”

  “Don’t worry, brother; with this rifle, I will make URGH.”

  By concentrating my mana into one, I jumped toward the fat one first and delivered my knee right into his abdomen, breaking some of his ribs.

  The blond one was shocked and tried to hit me with that electric fist again, but this time instead of blocking his fist, I swung my elbow up at the center of that bastard’s chest, causing him to collapse to the ground while groaning in pain.

  Now returned back to the fatty who was aiming his rifle at me, but before he could do or speak anything, I unleashed the first technique that came to my mind. Mana claw

  Mana claw: an ability belonging to the beast men, like mana blade, by concentrating the mana as thin as possible while maintaining the durability so that it won’t fade away from one attack.

  Using my mana claw, I dig my fingers into both the fatty’s wrists to prevent the bastard from firing any more shots and rip off the bastard's hands.

  “AH-AH-AHHH”

  “What the he—”

  But I don’t want to end things like this. Deactivated mana claw; I grabbed the fatty up in the air and slammed him down before picking up the rifle. I didn’t plan to shoot him but rather used the handle of the gun and continuously struck it down on his face.

  As his face was getting more and more ugly, I felt my stress being relieved. Losing to a mortal, dying in a nameless place, losing everything I have—each of these has put a weight on my mind. So this is essential for my poor mind and soul. I grinned, looking at my next prey after the one beneath me is now a faceless corpse.

  The blond man can’t comprehend what just happened. His younger brother, who just laughed with him, is now dead in such a brutal manner. This wasn’t supposed to turn out this way.

  And the culprit is smiling like a lunatic with blood all over his face and attire. W-who is that? That’s not Issac but rather a demon, a malevolent bloody demon.

  “DE-DEMON”

  "Kehkeh. How do you know"

  The blond man slowly stood up and ran away, trying to escape, but before he could go any further, something hit his back.

  BANG

  “AHHHHHHHHHHHH”

  I shoot right through his belly and into the spine, causing the bastard to be unable to move properly. Watching him slowly bleed, I can’t help but laugh, similar to how they just laugh at me but with more intensity.

  “KEHKEHKEHKE”

  “P-PLEASE PLEASE”

  "Well, to be fair, you just came to collect a debt, so why should I make you suffer for doing your job?"

  Now that the bastard is about to die, I think I should do something benevolent for once, and that’s step on the bullet wound in his back, fastening the bleeding process and sending this bastard off quicker, ending his misery.

  “ARGHHHH”

  Ah, just music to my ear. This bastard may be weak, but he surely will help me increase my strength a little bit; that bit is enough for me to begin my hunt on a demonic beast.

  I guess I should return to my hut and at least restore my physical state to at least normal, but before that, I should step out of this bastard's back, not because I didn’t feel more benevolent anymore.

  But because someone with mana at least five times more than mine is crashing down at me from above like a boulder falling off a mountain.

  BOOM

  As I rolled out of my previous position, a crashing sound appeared right behind me. Turning back, I see a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and disheveled hair, wearing a leather jacket and jeans. He takes a look around, then says with a hoarse voice.

  "To think that you dare to turn my man like this, what are you?”

  Looking at him with a bit of shock, I decided to answer him truthfully.

  "Well, like he said, I’m a demon.”

  And talk about his man; the blond man is now dead, not from the bleeding but under the feet of that old bastard; his head was crushed like a watermelon. Looking down at the headless corpse, the middle-aged man mumbles quietly but I can still hear it.

  “I never liked that bastard anyway, and he was about to die, so this is the best I can do for him."

  “...Such hypocrisy.”