I dragged my spent body through what was once my grand palace, for even now it was just a great pile of useless rubble, all the glory and magnificence it represented had come to an end, the highest point of the demonic continent

The abode of the much feared demon king fell to the ground for the first time since its creation, I slowly passed through the whole place as the trail of my blood marked the ground, running down all my serious wounds simultaneously without stopping. I walked until I reached the most important part of all, where I spent most of my time hovering, the throne room. My throne made of the cursed wood of the north was still there on its plinth, untouchable as it ever was. This was the only piece of furniture that remained intact amidst everything, I arrived at its position with a small sneer until I rested my ass in it.

"Still uncomfortable as usual.. cough cough" I expelled a small amount of blood as I leaned my back against the back, the feeling of power I got from staying in this place was no longer the same.

The sweet taste of all my conquests no longer reached my mouth calmly, even though I still defeated all my disgraced enemies, it didn't come, absolutely nothing arrived but the tenuous loneliness that bordered my path

The arduous road I took to get where I arrived. It was not enough just talent as everyone thought, I spent lots of sweat to strengthen myself. I fought battles against the best to improve myself even more

victory after victory

The taste of success was hooked by my papillae until it went down my throat. It was like taking a sip of the most aged wine, my body craved more, begged for more day and night without stopping. To try to achieve more I continued fighting fiercely, bathing myself in the blood of my opponents.

By aligning my capabilities and increasing the strength of my soul, I strengthened myself to the point of earning the title of strongest. The strongest demon "the fearsome demon king hahaha cough cough cough"

My lungs ache just from laughing out loud, who would have thought that such a weak and petty being like a hero would make me that far… bunch of bastards!!!!!

I killed the strongest warriors in this world with my bare hands, tearing at their flesh as they screamed in agony, feeding them to my pets. I made the demonic race reach the top, but then they started appearing like plagues!!!

Those who were sent by the goddess herself, her beloved son-of-a-bitch heroes!! They were just a bunch of arrogant idiots, with unrivaled and improved equipment, with completely unfair blessings.

The first ones were easy to get rid of, as they were just arrogant spendthrifts without any fighting experience.

Hehehe, I clearly remember your hysterical and agonized screams when I ripped your limbs off and stuck them in the fire... hahaha

*Cough *Cough *Cough

But those imbeciles were just a small preview of things to come, always more and more and better too. Even with my immense power it became harder and harder to deal with these cockroaches, so as a last minute decision I separated all the demons from the others with a force barrier.

I used valuable items and my power as my responsibility. I had to keep them safe and prosperous for generations to come.

Of course my beloved castle was left out, and they came right here to make a final assault on me. This was the biggest battle I have ever had to fight, against the strongest while I was weakened.

My disadvantage became clear as the fight progressed, but his spells got more massive and his punches heavier. But to beat the great Gorvel, they would need even more, as he still had some tricks for extreme situations.

"Those two were kukukuku lovers"

The emotion I felt when I ripped that heroine apart while her little boyfriend screamed in despair. His body impaled on the ground impaled by his own spear, his eyes crying blood as he saw his beloved having her parts ripped off, having her flesh stripped from her living body as she screamed in despair

"I'll never forget this hahahahaha *cough *cough *cough *cough f-fuck my lungs hahaha, that was awesome hahaha" I laughed as hard as I could as the blood poured out of my mouth in piles, I didn't even care anymore this, for my conditions

I was already completely fucked!!!

My dark skin was turning pale from my high blood loss, there was flesh missing in places, my collarbone and part of my shoulder were showing dammit!!!!

My eyesight became more blurred by the second, breathing became more difficult as well. My body doesn't have the strength to move right now, so why not laugh a little?

But why do I still feel like I missed something? Did I miss something important?

… well who cares? Now I have nothing left, I'm at the last thread of life, maybe if I pray to the goddess I will now gain a second life full of joy and prosperity?…. hahahaha

According to the cycle of life, everyone has the right to reincarnate again. The most important factor will be your actions in the first life that determine what the second will be like. So what would happen to someone who hates heroes and slaughters them whenever he gets the chance?

I bet I'll be in hell hahahaha, after all she wouldn't be crazy to leave me with her beloved pets….

Fuck this fucking goddess and all her little team of heroes!! These ego-bloated little shits

If I reincarnate and listen to these little shits one more time, I will have the greatest pleasure to end this damn race…..