The Regressed Demon Lord is Kind

‘Ah, damn it.’

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In a children’s storybook that Zich read when he was little, there was a passage that described a great hero ’s fall. According to the passage, even the heavens filled with grief at the sight of the dying hero, and rain began to pour down from the sky. He didn’t know exactly why, but even after many years passed, this passage remained stuck inside his mind.

‘As expected, the heavens don’t seem to love me.’

Looking at the bright sun without a cloud in sight, Zich was sure that the heavens must have despised him instead, let alone love a person like him.

‘Well, it’s pretty understandable why.’

Zich couldn’t even count the number of people who cried because of him or remember how many people he had killed.
People called him the Demon Lord, who had brought chaos and despair into this world. He didn’t particularly like to dine on blood or flesh, but he also didn’t refuse it when they were offered; and he had lived a kind of life where he used whatever means to achieve a goal.

If the heavens really loved him, they would’ve slapped Zich across the face and told him to change his ways.

“Is it over?”

Zich heard a voice.
It was such a heroic and noble voice that it was irritating. He lowered his gaze from the sky and looked forward. A man wearing shiny armor looked down at Zich with a haughty look on his face.
He was the man called ‘Hero Among Heroes’.

With a cringy, almost disgusting, title called ‘The Sun Warrior’, he was the human named Glen Zenard.

‘So handsome.’

Zich wished he could spit on a face like that at least once.

‘Should I give it a try?’

Zich considered the angle, his left-over stamina, the guy’s evasion speed, and so on—even in his dazed state, he was able to calculate these kinds of things fast. 

‘No, I shouldn’t.’

This was his end.
Zich didn’t want to lose his cool at the last moment to something like this.
He still had some pride, since the people in this world called him the Demon Lord.

‘Ah, but wait.
When did I have pride in something like that?’

Zich was moving his mouth to fire a spit right at the tip of Glen’s perfectly-shaped, sculpted nose when Glen suddenly exclaimed—

“Your evil deeds will come to an end now, Demon Lord Zich Moore!”

‘What a cheesy line to say.’

It was uncreative.
Really uncreative.
As if he was really a hero from a storybook, Glen reiterated lines that only characters from a moldy, third-rate hero novel would say.

‘Shouldn’t he have stopped reading children’s storybooks by now?’

However, Zich didn’t even have the strength to respond to him.
He could only blink at the glorious hero before him and stare.

“Quickly finish him! Our opponent is the ‘Demon Lord of Strength’.
We don’t know when he will regain his powers!”

“Yes! That’s right!”

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‘No, I don’t have any powers left.
My body hurts, and I don’t want to move.’

Zich wanted to explain this to the hero’s companions, who were telling the hero to finish him off. But it was tiring to even open his mouth.
Furthermore, he wondered if there was any purpose in explaining this to them. 

‘They can be on their guard if they wish.’

He thought it was a bit funny to see them fuss over his dying body. 

Yet, it also made him feel a bit pleased.
Didn’t their words mean that he posed a huge threat?

“No, he no longer has the power to harm us.”

Zich’s enjoyment suddenly evaporated with Glen’s words.

‘This guy is really not fun.’

‘I should’ve tried to destroy him first instead of spending my time doing useless things.’

Zich wasn’t thinking along the lines of, ‘If only I had gotten ridden of this guy, I…!’ 

He just purely wanted to tear this annoying guy’s face apart.

Slam!

The hero lifted his sword and pushed it up against Zich. The holy sword’s edges looked sharp enough to rip even a soul in half.

“Listen, Zich Moore! Before you die, I will recite every evil deed you have committed!”

‘What kind of bullshit is this?’

The hero began to spout nonsense, and Zich looked at the companions around him.

‘To think that they hung around a guy like him.
Indeed, they are very impressive guys.’

Compared to the giant fireballs that they shot at him, the shields that blocked his attacks, the arrows aimed at his vulnerable spots, or the miracles that had maxed out their companions’ skill stats or instantly healed their companies’ injuries, staying around a guy like this seemed more impressive to Zich than anything else.

‘Well, it can’t be helped.
I guess I have to listen to this.’

Even if his opponents had formed a party to fight him, Zich couldn’t deny that he, who was called the ‘Demon Lord of Strength’, was defeated.

‘What can a loser do but let the winner do as he pleases?’

Zich strained to pry his eyes open and stared at the hero.
As if he was completely immersed in his role, Glen spat out words without even looking at Zich.

‘Did he come here prepared with everything memorized?’

If that was the case, Zich thought he should applaud Glen for his efforts.

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‘No, wait.
If I think about it, isn’t this something that should hurt my pride? He must have only thought of beating me.’

For a moment, emotions began to erupt in Zich, but he repressed them.

‘Forget it.
It’s true that I lost.’

If he won, it would’ve been different, but to get angry about something like this after losing would only make him seem like a sore loser. It was only appropriate that he should act like a loser if he lost.
Thus, he lay down lifelessly and listened to his ‘evil deeds’.

‘Oh, that’s right, something like that happened.
Oh yeah, that too.
This is making me reminisce.
He must have done a lot of research.’

Like an old man trapped his past memories, Zich listened to all of the things he had done.
They described a bloody path which befitted his nickname, ‘Demon Lord’.

“…With all of these sins in mind, I lay down my judgment of justice to the Demon Lord, Zich Moore!”

‘What? It ’s already over?’

Zich woke up from his pool of memories and nostalgia that the hero’s speech