Demon Lord, Retry!

Epilogue - Confronting the Unknown

Demon kings and witches descend long stairs and step into the labyrinth.

Naturally, it was transformed into a space where there was no one there, not even a single sound. It is as if the blow unleashed by the Demon King silenced every labyrinth.

"This is the labyrinth the secretary was talking about."

"Uhm, that's a quiet one"

Unusual, the city is in more turmoil now. That said, as long as you look at the number of demons left behind, there will be no Tamega or Trinity left to clean up.

There's nothing like taking a lag with Yukikaze or Micah unless a leader like Hydra comes out.

"Secretary, this place is dark and creepy..."

"Well, yeah"

With a flair such as "I'm scared," Yu tangles his arms in the hands of the Demon King. When Tahara saw this sight, she said, "Oh, you're the best! You'll scream."

"Something like a haunted mansion. Weirdly, there's an extra light."

"Well..."

Yiu subtly presses her shaped chest against the Demon King's arm, uplifting her cheeks. If Tahara sees this sight, he'll say, "Haunted Mansion is a hell of a hospital! You'll scream."

The Demon King also coughs in a rushed flair and tells him to fly to the lower level on all trips.

"I beg your pardon, sir... would you like to check first floor, first floor? Something could be falling. We should take the time to explore it slowly.

"Yes, no, it's the mountains that want to do that, but in a bit of a hurry. Okay, let's go."

"Ah, Secretary..."

Yu turned an uncluttered eye, but the demon king grabbed his body and forcefully flew to the fifteenth tier. It is a hierarchy where “prisons” existed, as we have seen before. He turned his sharp gaze to the left and right, whether he was blinded by the strange sight of the boulder.

"Pretty old... no, it's a primitive prison"

"Yo, you're here." What do you think you were capturing?

"If you think normally, man, I thought it was an organism close to adulthood, too."

The Demon King also saw the prison again, but as Yu did say, it was hard to assume that humans had been captured. That, too, is treated extremely badly.

As they descended further down the hierarchy, there was also a prison lined up there. Some are made similarly, while others are made of something like an iron fence that seems a little sturdy.

If we go down, the more we go down, the wider the hierarchy, and the number of prisons increases. Yu was flat, but from the Demon King's point of view it is an “unusual” space.

Who made this for what? Why did I need to make something like this in the labyrinth? It is something that the Demon King cannot understand very well. But Yu says in a light tone that will also divine in tomorrow's weather.

"- I had people, maybe."

"Ha ha."

He was a demon king who laughed lightly, but the words remained strangely in his ears. It's not crazy to be put in jail or anything in a space full of demons.

No, there's no way I can stay flat.

"Either way, I don't like it -"

"You're right. Because all“ national happiness and control ”should be, as the Secretary thinks."

"Uhm."

Nodding like that, the Demon King was screaming in his heart.

If you can scream, say, "I don't want to manage that! You'll be screaming." But the atmosphere on the floor changed when I stepped down to the lowest level, the twenty.

At the same time, only the face of the Demon King changes.

What was spreading there - a modern factory.

Only this floor, the floors and walls were clearly made of concrete, with stripped steel and countless belt conveyors moving.

There are slaughtered demons and black-burned humans on their belts, and they are transported somewhere. It even contained clothes, blades, and things like the walls of the house, which seemed to unwrought scratch something.

"Well, apparently they led us to a different hierarchy"

"... Secretary?

"No, it's a lot different than the“ Twenty Hierarchies ”I've heard before. Yo, is this the same hierarchy as before?

"Yep... boneless rock skin and a dim space"

The twenty hierarchies that the Demon King heard from Yukikaze were only ordinary.

Wrong, it's not such a modern facility.

What the Demon King was feeling so loud - has now turned into certainty.

"Apparently, he's“ inviting ”me -"

Guns found on the fifteenth tier, twenty different tiers than they should be.

I guess I'm “happy" to show myself something no one knows. Whether it was provocation or something I wanted to tell you, I was only certain that it was not a loco matter either way.

"Yo, wait here. If you need anything, grab me and fly all the way."

"Wait, you're going to be alone..."

"There's nothing we can do if we're both set up at the same time. If anything goes wrong with me, heal without hesitation. All right?"

"Yes..."

With countless lines of creepy belt conveyors, the Demon King proceeds to the back. Demons and humans were being carried there amicably and “equally”.

In short, it is a sight that is unpleasant, a sight that the feet would grovel if it were an ordinary man. But the Demon King's legs don't stop.

(Ahead, there's something. What I want to know. Or something you want to show me)

The door behind the factory opens with "automatic”.

Is that working with electricity, or was it working with magic? When the Demon King stepped into it, one answer was given.

"I see. Is that why it's a recycling plant?"

Looking under his eyes, the demons and humans he was carrying had been dropped into something like a giant melting furnace, from which he had become a new demon. There are words in the world such as "reincarnation”, but the sight in front of us was far from it.

And - innumerable LCDs, lined up in the room.

Some were smaller in size, some were huge, and more than a hundred LCDs were lightly stacked unconstructively, like one piece of art.

It is a frightening sight, and the Demon King of boulders takes his breath.

"Do you want me to grade art?

The Demon King asks - prepare this for the person you would have waited for. to opponents with unknown magic. to an unknown scientific opponent.

Recycling of life spreading beneath your eyes, guns using sunlight.

To the best of my knowledge, I was already an opponent beyond the scientific power of modern Japan.

Did you hear the demon king's question, LCD mirrors the answer in unison?

Let's Play, Demon King.

Seeing the letters shown, the Demon King lights a smoke silently.

You didn't like the trick or there was a crack in some of the LCDs. Then, a new letter is reflected in the LCD.

"Let's Play, Demon King"

It was a similar letter, but not its essence.

The former was still something that included invitations, but the latter was something stronger, something that pushed one's own will. Seeing it, the Demon King removes the cigarette he was wearing and jumps to the LCD with his fingers.

Smoke hit the LCD with the fire still lit and rolled to the ground with corn. Moments, LCDs crack one after the other as they make flashy noises.

A red letter emerges on the central LCD, left only one.

- I'll play for you, Demon King.

Seeing it, the Demon King also smiles invincibly.

"Have you finally come of your nature?"

"I'm gonna play you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna play you, I'm gonna play you, I'm gonna play you, I'm gonna play you, I'm gonna play you, I'm gonna play you."

"Ha ha..."

To that message, to that malice. The Demon King feels a secret fear.

But the strength of this man's will - even suppresses the sickle named Fear that comes in, and makes its appearance even sharper. Yes, the more adversity this man has had, the more he has twisted his weak voice and persisted in his own will. Even if that's an inappropriate thing from people's point of view, full of tsugi hagis.

"Are you a superior in such a lonely factory? That's funny."

A demon king in his belly looks directly at the LCD from the front and says it grandly.

Yes, this man has a weapon.

And there's a chance.

There is a powerful “world” that only modern people would never have had.

A world of GAME that could be considered a chunk of cheese, created by his 15-year-old obsession.

The letters of the LCD flow one after the other, changing their contents visibly.

"GAME OVER"

A demon king turns to that message and throws a silent Sodom fire.

A demon king declares war on an unknown opponent as shattered, scattered LCDs pour down like snow.

- I don't know where you are or who you are, but let me just say one thing.

"Me and the Great Empire - there's no way, duh!