Chapter 107: Catching the Demon King through unconventional methods

I’ll say it again.

“You! What do you plan to do with the Demon King?”

“I’m going to smash his head in.”

Crack!

At this point, even the Four Heavenly Kings are no longer a match for me.

Just like how that fallen angel was before.

I shattered the Lich King’s soul so it couldn’t re-enter that pile of bones.

Snap! Crackle!

The once proud army of tens of thousands of undead was now nowhere to be seen.

With all the efforts of the support members, like Pixie making maps and various others assisting, this was the result.

When I finally meet the Demon King, I might fall again, but that’s a problem for later.

For now, it’s just one-sided violence.

“Is this thing dead?”

“Who knows, maybe not.”

This is just my guess, though.

“Huh?”

“It’s obvious. The Demon King, that bastard, is just copying and pasting dead guys. In short, this place is like his playground.”

That’s why they die so easily.

I mean, even if they were real Four Heavenly Kings, I could still defeat them this easily.

But there’s one problem.

What if the Demon King keeps making copies of these guys?

We’ve prepared by bringing this much firepower, but still.

“So, that guy like the Water King?”

“Yes. There could be dozens or even hundreds of them.”

At my words, Battle mage let out a sigh.

It must be tough for the one who fought the Water King firsthand.

She must’ve had a hard time, so it’s understandable.

“Could it be that bad?”

The grumbling Battle mage asked me.

“There are limits, right? If the Demon King plans to fight heroes like me, he’d at least create a few decent guard generals.”

“Ugh, in that case, I’ll take on someone else this time.”

“Was fighting the Water King that tough?”

I heard about it, but someone like Battle mage should manage, right?

“It’s not that, it’s just annoying. The match-up wasn’t great. I had to use my ultimate attack to take him down quickly. It’s annoying to fight without it, and if I don’t use it, the battle drags on too long.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. It’s annoying for me too.”

The reason I’m complaining is simple. n

It’s just annoying.

Tiresome.

Fighting the same guys over and over, with the same voices, the same powers, in the dozens or hundreds.

Anyway, since the Demon King’s goal is clearly to invade Korea and eventually Earth, we can’t afford to go easy on him or retreat.

“It’s gross, thinking about him copying and pasting the Four Heavenly Kings, but it’ll be fine. If the Demon King relies on numbers, we’ll just get weaker versions of the Water King.”

For now, I’ll just crack his skull properly.

That way, the world won’t fall into chaos.

“What’s this say?”

Pixie pointed at the inscription on the door leading to the 10th floor.

I see, that’s how it is. So very like the Demon King.

I know this phrase. It’s written to make sure nobody gangs up on him.

“It’s simple.”

[Only those who are worthy to challenge me may enter.]

“Worthy to challenge him, huh? I get what it means.”

In other words, it refers to the hero party from the Yukran continent.

Like before, and like now.

The returnees might struggle with this again, as the concept of worldlines is a tricky one.

“Worthy to challenge? Ugh, just thinking about how that bastard gave us such a headache last time.”

Right.

It’s not clear if the Demon King wrote this to avoid being ganged up on, or if there’s another reason, but either way, I’m not sure these guys can handle him.

It might be better for me to go in alone to avoid the chance of them becoming hostages.

I think I can face the Demon King one-on-one.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“I’ll go in alone for now.”

As an angel, as a saintess, it’s time to finish this.

In a very spectacular way.

There’s no time to hesitate over bringing my returnee comrades along; I have to go alone.

“Are you sure? There could be more inside.”

“Yeah, since it’s the Demon King’s chamber, there could be more.”

Even if that’s the case, danger is still danger.

The returnees were supposed to focus on taking out the Demon King’s army anyway, according to the plan.

No matter what, it’s better if I face this alone.

After all, I’ve been receiving their help until now, and I won’t allow them to become hostages.

—If we tweak the theory a bit, the others could go in too.

What do you mean?

—I may be a god of this place now, but I was originally a god of the Yukran continent. I’m on a higher level than the fallen Demon King. And now, I’ve regained a fair bit of my strength from both this world and others. So if the returnees believe in me, naturally, they would also become part of the Yukran worldline.

—To be precise, they’d be part of multiple worldlines. Even if the Demon King has gotten stronger, if they become my believers, they won’t fall.

I could handle this alone, though.

Do we really need the returnees?

—There’s an old saying, “Better safe than sorry.” We don’t know what the Demon King might be like in his home territory.

That’s right.

Even a dog becomes a wolf in its own yard.

The term ‘keyboard warrior’ didn’t come from nowhere.

The hero isn’t showing up, maybe he’s busy with some three-way battle, but I don’t need to bring him along anyway.

If it comes to it, I’ll handle the Demon King myself.

“Hey everyone, I’ve thought of a good idea.”

“What is it?”

“All of you returnees should become followers.”

“In this situation, you’re trying to plant a flag? Like, ‘we might die, so as a last request, become a follower’?”

The Young girl sharply retorted.

A flag?

I hate death flags.

I’m not planning on dying.

“It’s not a flag. It’s a revolution. It’s like giving a big middle finger to the Demon King who’s trying to weaken our forces by using different timelines.”

“Wait, so you’re saying…”

Ttaengchili’s face turned pale.

He was originally an android with no complexion, but this moment was odd.

Maybe because he’s an android, his mind works fast.

“Ttaengchil, you’re quick to catch on.”

“What’s going on? What is it?”

“If we join the Kanora Church, it means we’re part of that Yukran world, right?”

Exactly.

Ttaengchili got it quickly, and I’m quite happy about that.

“Yes, you’re exactly right.”

“So, you’re saying our heads won’t explode if we fight the Demon King?”

“Exactly.”

If we can fight the Demon King without our heads exploding, it’s worth considering.

“Then, it’s not such a bad idea?”

“But won’t Neipir freak out?”

“She’s already been worshipping the Kanora goddess to level up her game skills.”

Naepir, that woman… In the end, she’s honest with her body, so why pretend otherwise?

Tsk tsk tsk.

“Her belief in the goddess, huh. Well, people already think we’re part of that group.”

The broadcast about the Kanora Church has been widespread for a while now.

At this point, it would be absurd to claim we’re not part of the church.

“As a succubus, I’m not sure how I feel about this.”

“Ms. Pride of Korea, Kanora Church is even supported by the president. Wouldn’t it be weird to separate Korea’s pride from Kanora’s pride?”

Just as the broadcast ended, I persuaded the succubus.

“Well, that’s true, but still…”

“Pride of Korea! You must also protect Kanora’s pride!”

The succubus is part of Kanora Church and also part of Korea. So, the pride of Korea is also the pride of Kanora Church.

It’s only natural for the succubus to become a follower of Kanora.

“Wasn’t I a Hallyu icon from the start?”

“So, will you do it or not?”

I’m only accepting a yes or no answer.

“Alright, fine. I’ll do it. Just stop already.”

“Great. How about the others?”

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

Cheonma and Battle mage agreed too.

Seems like they want to fight the Demon King.

And as for the Young girl Pixie…

“I’ll be a follower too.”

“Oh, surprising. I didn’t expect Pixie to agree so easily.”

The overweight orc looked intrigued.

I was a bit surprised too, but knowing Pixie, it makes sense.

She’s got nothing to lose, and thanks to me, she might even become an adult.

“I mean, we need to fight here anyway. Sooner or later, we’ll all have to become followers of the Kanora goddess, right?”

That’s right.

Plus, with the guild name being Kanora Church, there’s an external image to maintain.

Eventually, whether sooner or later, we all have to be followers.

Leaving the sharp-minded Pixie aside, now it’s the slave elf’s turn.

“You’ll join too, right? Won’t you?”

“My daughter kept telling me through chat not to trust the Kanora Church, saying it’s really dangerous.”

The daughter, not even having properly reconciled with her mother, warned against the Kanora Church?

I’ll give her credit for that.

But how dare that damned elf disrespect the Kanora Church!

It seems like she’s just defying me.

That damned brat needs to be taught a lesson.

— That’s unforgivable.

Since it’s come to this, I’ll make sure her mother becomes a loyal follower of the Kanora Church.

With the shock of discovering her mother is now my slave, her child is already feeling rattled.

And now, if her mother becomes a devout follower of Kanora Church?

The answer is clear.

The only problem is how to convince her.

But the answer is simple.

“I guess I have no choice but to call older sister.”

“Sister?”

Sensing something ominous, she started frowning.

“Our slave’s wife. We’ve gotten pretty close lately through some novel talks, you know. I’ll just tell her that someone’s being uncooperative.”

“Alright, alright! I’ll do it!”

Though we’ve only exchanged a few conversations, it’s enough to mess with the slave elf.

“Good. Things would’ve been easier if you’d just agreed from the start.”

There were no more objections.

As Pixie said, since we’re in the Kanora Church, we’ll all inevitably become followers of the goddess.

It’s not like it’s some shady cult.

If anything, there are only benefits.

Even if one day it turns into something extreme like radical Islam, that’s not my problem.

Everyone worshiped the Kanora goddess with reverence.

“Now, repeat after me. ‘Merciful Kanora.’”

“Merciful Kanora.”

“Ah, my goddess of death.”

Yeah, yeah, sounds good.

“Wait, didn’t you say it was a goddess?”

The elf slave dared to raise a point.

“Yes, the goddess of death.”

“She sounds more like a villain.”

Villain?

That’s harsh.

She’s just the goddess of death, not a villain.

This annoying elf is getting on my nerves.

“Alright, alright.”

The slave finally gave in.