Why I Quit Being the Demon King Chapter 65

Why I Quit Being the Demon King

Chapter 15: Awakening the King’s Dream (Part 4)

Yulgeum was the most astonished. Despite spending several days together, Ska Thul’s identity felt increasingly ambiguous. Even with his perfect human disguise, Yulgeum couldn’t discern the true nature of Ska Thul. It wasn’t as though he could ask Deus; his pride wouldn’t allow it. Besides, even if he did ask, Deus wouldn’t have an answer — he didn’t know who Ska Thul was either.

Yulgeum thought one of the dukes might be hiding behind Ska Thul’s identity. Conversely, Deus suspected Ska Thul to be one of Yulgeum’s subordinates. Indeed, their party was like powdered soybeans without cohesion.

Yulgeum felt the presence of a completely different entity while turning his head to ask what they should do next.


And boundless rage.

The tangling threads of pure malevolence reminded Yulgeum of evil incarnate — something he had tasted before.

“Don’t get too angry,” Yulgeum said.

“The opponent is not worth the rage. It’s merely to show the difference in strength.”

Deus moved with languid steps toward the dragon in front.

“Despair is the only faith you should have against me,” said Deus.

The dragons roared in protest, baring their teeth to condemn the arrogance of the small human.

Yulgeum sighed at the sight.

“I’ll take a look at April, the last child. Please, handle this gently.”

“Shattered woman,” Deus replied.

“No matter what you say, I have nothing to retort.”

With Yulgeum disappearing, Deus was left alone on the battlefield.

It was isolation, but somehow it felt liberating.

The next moment, Deus was no longer standing there.

His cloak cast the shadow of black wings as his afterimage chased behind him.

He struck the jaw of the nearest dragon, trampling its head as he leaped, and struck down on the forehead of the second dragon with his heel.

Two dragons fell, motionless as if knocked unconscious.

All this in the span of one second.

The five remaining dragons began to stir.

The already unfavorable battle was compounded by psychological pressure.

The atmosphere of the battlefield had completely turned one-sided.

“Despicable creatures. You haven’t trusted even your mothers; what made you think there’s any hope left for you in this world?” Deus mocked.

“I am Okta! The leader of my brethren, destined to become king of the dragon race!”

A massive copper-colored dragon blocked Deus’s path. Its sharp dorsal plates protruded, and its legs were short. Though it was called a dragon, it more closely resembled a snapping turtle, completely covered in a hard, gray shell.

“The king of your race? That truly is… a pathetic dream,” Deus said.

“Mocking another’s dream is easy,” replied Okta. “Usually, those who do are just losers themselves.”

The corner of Deus’s mouth twisted.

“That might be true.”

Before the echo of his voice faded, Deus vanished from the dragons’ view. When he reappeared, a massive hole had been drilled through the back plate of the dragon Okta. The king of the dragons. His dream dissipated into nothingness.

Okta’s demise was impossible to ignore.

He had been chosen as the king of the pack because he was the strongest.

His combat ability was renowned amongst the pack; his hard armor was thought invincible against any metal known to the world.

With his instantaneous death, the other dragons seemed to snap to their senses.

Deus approached the four remaining dragons.

They hesitated and stepped back.

“Looks like you’re finally ready to talk. The first one to answer will be spared. Why are you trying to establish a kingdom?”

“You must know already,” answered one, “it’s impossible to ally with loathsome humans.”

“Humans are loathsome because they kill dragons?”

“They hunt us, turning our hide, scales, and bones into weapons. They call these expensive arms and trade them.”

“Stop, Nob! Don’t engage further in conversation with him,” intervened another dragon.

Deus looked at the interrupting dragon with a smirk.

“Why stop it? If you wish for death, do it alone.”

Deus resumed speaking to the rest of the four dragons.

“I declared clearly: those who don’t properly answer will surely die here.”

Nob spoke to Deus.

“We don’t know what you seek, but with Okta dead, our plan is essentially ruined. If you don’t interfere any further, we will quietly retreat along with our comrades.”

“Just leave?”

“Yes, without any conditions…”

“You’re misunderstanding something, aren’t you? You’re already in my grasp. If you want to escape, you better kneel and beg. Leaving with your head held high? Are you misunderstanding your situation? As things stand, the only one who can leave alive is you alone.”

Deus conjured a black hole, absorbing the two comatose dragons.

The dragons helplessly watched as their comrades vanished.

“Pep and Markel!” Nob cried out, but Deus hardly reacted to his words.

“Should we kill one more? The sound of crushing bones is really pleasant, isn’t it? Especially when it’s your own.”

In the blink of an eye, Deus disappeared and reappeared, snapping the neck of the dragon that had blocked Nob.

“Deck!” Another dragon cried out despairingly.

“As I said, it’s a pleasure to listen. Now, you might be a little more inclined to answer… Who’s behind all this? Wasn’t Juné supposed to be your leader?”

The eyes of the remaining three dragons darkened.

No one answered. Even Nob was silent.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Did you never imagine this situation?”

“Who are you?”, Nob asked.

Deus shrugged off the question.

“Why does that matter? Want to start a war with humans? War is a relentless conflict of life and death. Are you not prepared for death?”

The dragons closed their mouths tight, not risking a response.

Death. Had they really been prepared for that?

“What’s with those faces? Thinking that by attacking the weak fairy village and seizing the mountain, you could easily establish a kingdom? Fairies, less powerful than you, would choose compromise over resistance. After seizing the fairies and inciting the dragons to create an army of thousands, you thought you could easily devour a human kingdom?”

Deus snorted derisively.

“Idiots. If it were that easy, the demon king would have already consumed the human world.”

“We were…,” Nob bowed his head.

“What are we doing here…”

“Don’t be swayed by his words! He must be of devilish kin. We must establish the kingdom, find allies who share our vision, and usher in a new world for dragons.”

“Mey…,” the green dragon called Mey stepped toward Deus.

“Kill me. I’ll become fertilizer for the new world.”

“If that’s what you want, I’ll oblige.” Deus raised his hand.

But Nob stepped in front of him.

“I will answer whatever you ask. Please, don’t harm my comrades any further.”

“Nob! Will you betray the Solstice Assembly?”

“The organization no longer exists. We’ve been finished since Juné disappeared. We’ve forced ourselves here, but would the truly divine condone this?”

“Jin Gold Dragon is gone!”

“Would the true God of this world accept us?”

“Juné said he received divine revelation. And April too.”

“Revelations were given only to Juné and April. If their stories aren’t true, what does that make us?”

Nob seemed disillusioned with the Solstice Assembly.

Mey pointed a accusing finger at him.

“To speak of revelations in front of an outsider! Traitor!”

“It’s fine. If it means saving you.”

Moved by his words, Deus applauded.

“Admirable. It brings a tear to my eye. Very well, if you tell me everything, I will not kill these three.”

“Is there something else you wonder?”

“Let’s talk about the spores that drive dragons mad. Who brings them? Who had that idea first…”

Before Deus could finish, an event preempted the need for his query.

Where Nob’s heart should have been, the green talons of the dragon previously identified as Mey had pierced through.

“A traitor shall not betray God’s envoy,” Mey the dragon muttered as if casting a spell.

“Death befalls a traitor.”

Deus let out a scoff.

“Foolish child. You’ve destroyed your only chance at life.”

With a lift and a slam of his hand, the very earth flipped, trapping Mey underneath.

Crunching bones sounded.

Only one dragon was left now, enrobed in white feathery scales.

“What’s your name?”

“Sept,” said the White Jade Dragon, sighing heavily.

“Could you just kill me?”

“I just want answers.”

“You’re probably a demon, the one who killed the Jin Gold Dragon. Maybe even a divine envoy. I suppose God is also angry with our arrogance.”

“What did you want to do? Truly hate humans so much you orchestrated all this?”

“Humans carelessly destroy the world. Cutting trees for farmlands, driving countless creatures to extinction. Yet, I have never heard the tale of a human apologizing to the squirrel that lived in one of those trees.”

“So you’re avenging the squirrel?”

“Our dragon race is being hunted even now. Feathers of the White Jade Dragon are used for helmet plumes. Isn’t there a non-aggression treaty?”

“How well is a mere piece of paper respected? Dragons attacking humans may be slain. Provoke dragons to attack and there it ends, a pithy prohibition rule! Dozens of our kin die each year.”

“That’s your complaint?”

“Humans should prepare for the battle with the demon king. Weapons made from dragon bodies aren’t optional — they’re essential. Scales can be loaned, but bones cannot be given. And the heart? You ask about the fungus; I think it was Jin Gold Dragon’s doing.”

“She did?”

“As an offering to humans, a consequence of the non-aggression treaty.”

“She didn’t seem that type.”

“She was a god to our race. An ordinary dragon like me couldn’t see the world through her eyes. Perhaps for her, long-term for the prosperity of the race and balance of the world, it was the only way to maintain peace?”

“So she acquired the fungal spores from demons? The Jin Gold Dragon did that herself?”

“Maybe someone else, perhaps April who we’re meeting now. April is like a daughter to Jin Gold Dragon — a rare one among the financial clans.”

“And where is this April now?”

“At the summit of this mountain.”

“Thanks for telling me everything. As promised, I will spare you. Leave this place.”

However, Sept had no intention to leave.

His eyes filled with blood, and from his nostrils and ears, red blood flowed.

“Please don’t use my feathers as an ornament. In exchange for my life, grant that one request.”

With those final words, Sept collapsed then and there.

Deus solemnly witnessed his death.

When Sept drew his last breath, Deus summoned hellfire and wholly incinerated him.

Remaining was only ash and the memory of what once was.

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