Chapter Index

    Pandemonium is the common enemy of mankind.

    Even before the existence of the Sephiroth Knights, and after the 72 Demon Mass Production Incident committed by Duo-Oksini, Pandemonium became an achievement of mankind.

    The cause lies with humanity.

    Now that it has been revealed that Laplace’s devil used Laplace to commit great evil in Thailand, any righteous hero can’t help but feel indignant.

    As such, there is no reason to divide heroes and villains when dealing with the demons of Pandemonium.

    so.

    -Mirya. In this situation, would you like to go kill the devil with your brother?

    -…Are you sure you’re not human?

    -huh. It’s a devil from outer space.

    I called Ymir.

    No matter how much Earthlings fight, lose, and struggle with each other, they tend to join forces in the face of an alien invasion, even if their ideologies are different.

    Since Ymir and I were not fighting each other fiercely in the first place, I asked Ymir for support as soon as I returned to Korea.

    “You coward!”

    [I take it as a compliment.]

    [It’s ridiculous how cowardly you are.]

    Ymir steps forward and swings a red whip.

    [On the topic of the devil who enslaved people and killed them randomly.]

    She appeared in the form of a Buddhist monk and immediately attacked Laplace’s demon, Hyangdan.

    Sigh!

    “Kuh?!”

    [There is no need to say much. It’s over.]

    The incense altar was instantly wrapped around the whip.

    Hyangdan tried to escape from the whip by spewing out magical energy from his body, but the red strings made Hyangdan unable to move.

    A moment when you wonder if this is the end.

    “Ahhhh!”

    The incense altar exploded.

    What had been an incense altar turned into a lump of flesh and spread in all directions, and the entire rooftop was covered with flesh.

    [Wow.]

    [Not yet.]

    [to?]

    [It’s not over.]

    While Ymir was gagging, I pulled Ymir back and swung the bat forward.

    As expected, at the same time, the lump of flesh that had fallen below wriggled and rushed towards us.

    Phew!

    […no way.]

    [There is no way this can go smoothly.]

    The piece of flesh rolled to the side due to the magical power attached to the bat.

    Soon, the flesh that had been hit by the bat started to bloom and soon began to take on a human shape.

    “It’s a shame…. I was trying to give you a good punch because you were so upset.”

    [He has alter ego abilities. It seems like it’s not an imaginary alter ego, but self-division.]

    “Oh my, how can you guess right away…?”

    Wiggle, wiggle.

    “Would you like to hear it from that handsome mouth? What kind of skills do I have now?”

    The fragmented lumps of flesh began to take shape one by one.

    In the form of an incense altar.

    Although it has the same appearance as the incense altar, its body is like a white mannequin.

    “If you can speak with this ability-”

    [Isn’t it barely 19+?]

    [Still, it’s really sexy to have a body like that.]

    “…….”

    It seems like he’s wearing a tight latex suit that’s thinner than a balloon.

    “Is appearance important?”

    [of course. You can infer this ability through its appearance.]

    It’s as if the mannequins are alive and moving.

    [I can understand not only this ability, but also the nature of the devil. I think I roughly understand why you enslaved humans in God’s Rest and the Succubus Island.]

    The fact that the texture looked like skin was quite grotesque, but Hyangdan didn’t have that.

    [The human body was formed without any organs for reproduction and nurturing. It’s an alter ego, but that’s the basics of a Pandemonium demon.]

    “…….”

    [There is no reproductive institution to give birth to a child, and there is no nurturing institution to raise a child. The only thing that exists is the body.]

    The same goes for Duoksini and Hyangdan.

    [They are not life, they are like viruses. Instead of the two genders giving birth to children through reproduction, they are monsters of polluted mana that proliferate by contaminating the other.]

    It’s all like an alien virus.

    [Those guys are just hosts to the devil virus. Mental influence is the culprit that causes mana to mutate.]

    Having lived in this world for a while, I have roughly figured out the other side of the world – the backstory that the original author left without telling me.

    [If we kill all those demons, maybe no more demons will be born.]

    [……!]

    Because the host of the virus has been eliminated.

    [Of course, we also need to eliminate the viruses they spread…]

    [The possibility that no more devils will be born is enough reason for me to step forward.]

    “Hehe, hehe…. You talk so arbitrarily?”

    “But if we were to counter that assumption as is.”

    “You all know that you too can become contaminated and become a devil, right?”

    Many Hyangdans that have proliferated take over the conversation.

    [Things that can’t reproduce just proliferate needlessly.]

    “Reproduction? That doesn’t matter. Relationships based on carnal desires only serve as a hindrance to true interactions of the opposite sex.”

    [So you don’t want NTR to invade Pure Love? huh?]

    “……Trash bastard.”

    I suffered double insults.

    But thanks to that, I realized the trigger button on Hyangdan.

    [You know about love with the opposite sex, but you don’t know the passion between a man and a woman. Tsk. You don’t even know the joy of it. On the subject of omnipotent devil.]

    [that…? To say something strange again.]

    [Are you talking about that? Patriotic? Sex-]

    “Shut upㅡㅡㅡ!”

    Hyangdan screamed loudly.

    It felt like my eardrums were shaking so loudly that all the clones were screaming.

    [Ugh. I have the hypervoice ability…]

    [That means I was that angry.]

    “Hehe, hehehe. good. okay. I decided.”

    Crackling.

    The clones all twist their bodies and aim their sharp claws at us.

    “It would be quite fun if we turned you into devils first, right?”

    [I have no intention of becoming a devil myself, nor do I have any intention of being forced to become a devil by others.]

    Ymir immediately swung his whip.

    The red whip, which grew longer in an instant, flew towards Hyangdan’s clone without mercy, splitting the clone’s waist in two.

    Puhwaaaak.

    The cut cross section and the red blood splashing out made it look as if someone had been killed.

    [Ugh…!]

    [They’re doing that on purpose. I’m trying to scratch my mentality.]

    Ymir must have thought that when the clone disappeared, it would dissipate like some kind of fog.

    So I swung the whip mercilessly, and it looked like a real person was split in half.

    [Okay. That is not a person.]

    “Hehehe, is that really true?”

    “Now, where is the evidence that the alter ego that Platinum Sun killed was not a person?”

    “If a person is cut in half like this, his internal organs are exposed, blood spurts out, and he dies like that?”

    Hyangdan continued to stimulate Ymir.

    “Platinum Sun. If we keep killing like this, will we just end up killing everyone?”

    […….]

    I know that there is no point in provoking the goblin, so I try to avoid the situation by scratching Ymir’s mentality.

    [If it’s difficult to deal with, I’ll definitely deal with it.]

    […no. are you okay. I was just disgusted for a moment.]

    Ymir dispersed the magic that was creating the red aura and then took out a new weapon.

    [I have no intention of playing into the pranks of the devil who is trying to make it look like he is killing a person by using a shape that looks like a person, not a person.]

    “Oh my, didn’t the platinum sun purify even demons?”

    […you are the exception.]

    Something like golden gauntlets began to sparkle on both of Ymir’s hands.

    And what sticks out from the golden gauntlets looks like-

    [You will die on this island today.]

    [hey.]

    [Hehe.]

    Golden bladed claws like Chesed’s, like a dragon killer’s, extend out.

    The Geumbudosa’s appearance was as if only his arms were armed with Black War Dragoon weapons, so I felt like I was reminded of the original.

    [Why do you have to copy it anyway?]

    [It’s something that can blow away all missiles at once, wouldn’t that be good?]

    [If you use that….]

    [like this.]

    Phew!

    [Because I got killed?]

    Ymir dug his golden nails into Hyangdan’s clone that was sneaking up from the side and mercilessly cut down the clone.

    […are you okay. Instead, comfort me later when it’s over.]

    [If that’s the case, it’s okay.]

    “Kyahahaha!!”

    Everyone in Hyangdan started laughing.

    “Yes! That’s how you get used to killing! In the future, you will be able to kill people very easily! And, congratulations! goblin! Thanks to you, that platinum sun started killing!”

    [If killing an alien demon is also considered murder, then the category of murder is too broad.]

    I placed the goblin bat towards the floor.

    Then, after lightly tapping the floor twice with the goblin bat, the goblin bat was transformed into a new form.

    [It’s okay to follow along, but next time, try to do it in a way that won’t cause mental problems. For example…something like this.]

    Ta-eu-ang!

    A gunshot rings out.

    A hole the size of a finger appears in the clone’s head, and it falls backwards, and all eyes on the rooftop turn to my finger.

    [gun…?]

    [There’s no reason to always carry a bat just because you’re a goblin.]

    Hold the sniper rifle with one hand and shoot forward.

    It looks like a sniper rifle, but in reality, it’s just a goblin bat converted into a gun.

    Ta-eu-ang!

    Pull the trigger one more time.

    Unlike the principle of an actual gun, the magic power concentrated inside flies forward like light along the gun barrel and lodges in the alter ego’s head.

    There’s only one reason it’s a gun.

    ‘It’s not cool to hold a goblin bat and shoot it like a gun.’

    It’s a matter of thinking.

    It’s a matter of thinking.

    There is no problem with a goblin bat turning into a gun and shooting magic bullets, but thinking about a gun sticking out from the end of a baseball bat and shooting a gun is more headache-inducing.

    The tip of my gun shines with magical power.

    The trigger brings judgment upon the devil.

    [I will execute you, ‘Gyobaeris’.]

    God said.

    Those who are not patriotic.

    will die

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