Volume 2 Chapter 59 The Hero, Spending a Miserable Life in a Pathetic State
Defeated by Demon Lord Zeke, the former hero Makhen.
After becoming the Beast of Gluttony, his body was destroyed by Zeke's Hand of God.
However, only a small part of his flesh managed to escape.
Now, Makhen is a lump of flesh with an eye and a mouth, small enough to fit in a palm.
From a distance, it could almost be mistaken for an awkward pink slime.
"Damn...! What a miserable form this is! Damn! Damn! Damn it!"
Dragging his body, he crawls through the midnight forest.
"I'm a hero, you know...! Why do I have to go through this!"
The grotesque lump of flesh trembles with anger, looking nothing like a hero.
"Oh! It's a slime! Lucky!"
At that moment, a group of adventurers noticed Makhen wandering in the forest.
"It really is a slime! It's lucky since we haven't seen monsters in the field lately."
The adventurers surrounded Makhen.
"Hey, you idiots, stop! I'm a human!"
Makhen raised his voice.
However, the adventurers were startled, then quickly began to grin.
"A talking slime! This could sell for a high price!"
They surrounded Makhen, trying to capture him.
"If you try to harm me, I'll show you what happens!"
Whoosh!
Makhen charged at one of the adventurers.
But it made a pathetic sound, like a soft thud.
"Got a talking slime!"
"Damn! Let go! Let me go!"
Struggling, Makhen couldn't shake off the adventurers' grip.
"This slime is weak, but a talking one is rare, so it can sell for a high price at the freak show."
"Damn it! Let me go! What are you doing to a hero? This is a death sentence!"
"Hahaha! This is a masterpiece! A slime pretending to be a hero!"
The adventurers mocked Makhen.
Even if he argued otherwise, no one would believe him in this miserable and powerless form.
For Makhen, who had absolute confidence in his power, this current form was intolerable.
"Damn it! Don't underestimate me!"
Bite!
The hero bit the adventurer's hand.
"Ouch! What are you doing, you pathetic slime?!"
Makhen fled at full speed.
Thanks to the darkness of the night, he managed to escape.
"Damn! Damn! Why is this happening to me?!"
[How pitiful, former hero.]
Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind; it was Ruzzel, the leader of the New Demon Lord Army.
"Hey, Ruzzel! What's going on?! I should be the strongest as a majin, right?! I can beat that Zeke, can't I?!"
[Hmm, did I say that?]
"Don't mess with me, you damn Demonkin! Change me back! Turn me back to my original form!"
[Unfortunately, that's impossible. Once you become a majin, you can never return to being human.]
"What!?"
[Moreover, having exhausted your power, you will never return to the perfect majin form. Absolutely, no matter what.]
"N-no way... So, you mean I have to live in this pathetic form until I die?!"
[Don't worry. Majin are immortal beings. As long as the core isn't destroyed.]
Makhen gaped in shock.
"S-so, does that mean I won't die? I have to live like this, forever?"
[That's right. Consider yourself lucky. Immortality is something only chosen humans can achieve. Now, rejoice.]
"That's a lie! It's a lie, a lie, a lie!!"
With the assurance that he would never return, Makhen wept bitterly.
[If you keep screaming like that, it seems the adventurers have found you.]
Adventurers, drawn by the promise of gold, rushed toward Makhen.
"Damn it! Damn it all!!"
[Ha ha! How pathetic, hero. Unable to be a demon, nor a human. To live your life in such an ugly form! It's utterly ridiculous! Ha ha ha!]
With large tears of regret streaming down his face, Makhen crawled away.
...Thus, the defeated hero vanished into the darkness of the night.
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