In the dark hall, there was a faint blue spiritual fire. It was terrifyingly quiet, and only a terrifying hissing sound could be heard in the darkness.
"Ah! No, no! That's a trap! You can't even find such a low-level trap? Aiya! Why is there only one death? Support him with spells, Magician! No! Hero, what are you doing? Use Void Slash at this time, I know! Aiya! Look, I hurt my companion. "
A handsome man wearing a black suit with two black horns on his head was sitting on an exaggerated throne. He was nervously looking at the crystal ball in his hand. Suddenly, he noticed something and slowly looked forward.
Hmm?
You're asking me who I am?
He slowly put down the crystal ball.
Since you asked so sincerely, I'll be merciful and tell you, I'm Richard Klaus! The 250th Demon King of the Empire of Destruction, the king who occupies 90% of the territory on this planet, the strongest Demon King who is respected by all the races in the world as the Demon God of Despair!
Uh, 777 years old, single, currently troubled because the Hero is too soft to kill me.
Hmph ~
I think you might be curious why I'm troubled by this strange question, so I'll be merciful and tell you.
"Look!"
Demon King Charlie pointed to one side of the hall. Suddenly, a fire spirit appeared from nowhere and lit up one side of the hall. There were several large heads hanging on the wall.
From left to right, they were all people with horns on their heads and cold expressions. Their appearances were similar to Charlie's.
This is my great-grandfather, a very upright Demon King. When he was 233 years old, he died under the sword of the Legendary Hero Lan Tian.
This is my grandfather, a cold Demon King. When he was 233 years old, he was killed by the Three Sword Saints of the Apocalypse.
This is my father, the famous Demon King of the Apocalypse. When he was 233 years old, he was sealed by the Seven Heroes of the Gods.
That's right. Generations of our Demon King clan have died at the hands of the Brave. This is the fate of our Demon King. The souls of the Demon King who died at the hands of the Brave would be purified and fly to the heavens to become the next generation of gods.
However!
I, Richard Klaus, the 250th Demon King, was too strong, so I was never defeated by the heroes. I even accidentally ruled the entire world.
"Ahhhhh! I don't want this to happen either! "
Richard grabbed his hair frantically. He was already 777 years old. If no one could defeat him, his soul would forever remain on this planet.
"Don't! Ah!"
The Demon King's screams echoed throughout the hall.
Why wasn't eternal life good? Hehe, I, Demon King Charlie, can confidently tell you that an eternal life's body is indeed very good. Moreover, he, who has no natural enemies, can do anything he wants. Moreover, as a Demon King, he was not bound by morals. No matter what bad things he did, it was a matter of course. Therefore, in these 700 years, he had experienced all, all, all, the joys of all things.
Now, he was just an unqualified Demon King who wanted to die but couldn't.
"Ah!"
Richard hugged his head and cried. He was the most powerful Demon King of more than 200 generations, but he was also the one who failed the most. He was not defeated by the Brave. His ancestors would definitely despise him for being an unfilial descendant.
In order to prevent this from happening, the Demon King Richard thought of a good idea. That was to produce the Brave himself and guide the Brave to defeat him! Why did he have to produce the Brave himself? That was because in the past 400 years, the quality of the Brave had been getting lower and lower. The first Brave could at least force him to transform into the second Demon King form, but the later Brave could not even defeat the first human form. Sigh ~ It was really hard to explain.
He also realized this problem and wondered if it was because the hero's bloodline had become weaker. As such, he no longer killed the hero and instead defeated them. He even invited them to return to their hometowns so that they could be trained to become more powerful descendants.
However! Contrary to the Demon King Richard's expectations, these Brave that he let go, after seeing a little bit of his strength, actually lost their fighting spirit and became ordinary people. No, they were even worse than ordinary people. They all stayed at home and did not want to go out!
Sigh ~ Therefore, he could only personally train the Brave himself.
Richard returned to his original expression. He took out a crystal ball. It was like a phone screen, playing the scenes of the Brave's battles.
"Do your best! Brave! "
The Demon King Richard said to the crystal ball with a red cloth tied around his head. The warrior in the image was his 172nd disciple, the one he thought the most highly of, and also the one with the most talent.
"Do your best, Brave! You can do it! "
Seeing the Brave's resolute gaze and heroic posture, the Demon King Richard was moved to tears.
Finally, a Brave could reach the final boss stage.
Ah? Boss stage?
Oh, that. In order to train the Brave, the Demon King Richard put in a lot of effort. In order to prevent the Brave from being killed by high-level monsters early on, he banished all kinds of powerful monsters to places far away from humans. Moreover, he arranged monsters according to the Brave's strength so that the Brave could fight monsters and become stronger.
Well, in layman's terms, he sent subordinates to deliver experience.
Don't laugh! This was not an easy task, and Richard had messed up many times. He would often misjudge the hero's strength and send out demons that were slightly stronger than the hero, but they would be able to kill the hero.
Sigh, that feeling was like a daughter that he had raised for a hundred years suddenly ran away with someone else.
In order to prevent this from happening, Richard used a second method, which was to protect the Brave 24/7. How did he do it? It was simple. What couldn't he, the Demon King Richard, do? He only needed to make a clone, remove his horns and tail, and disguise himself as a human.
Moreover, there was another advantage to this method, which was that the clone could directly act as the Hero's master, teaching them all kinds of abilities and reminding them of the monster's various weaknesses. Along the way, they could pretend to inadvertently tell him all their weaknesses.
However, even so, it was still very difficult for the Bravehearts to reach the final step. Even with his encouragement, the vast majority of the Bravehearts gave up before they could even see the Demon King's City Gate, or even the four Demon Generals.
"Sigh, the Brave nowadays are too spoiled."
The Demon King Richard sighed and shook his head. In the crystal ball, his clone, an old man wearing a white robe, was casting healing magic, strengthening magic, pain relief magic, fatigue magic, and morale-boosting magic on the Brave's group.
Not only that, his clone also had to ensure that they had food on the way. Yes, without his clone, the Brave didn't even have food to eat. Apart from fighting monsters, they didn't know how to do anything else. When their clothes were torn, his clone had to sew them up. The equipment and weapons were also secretly made by his clone and hidden during the journey, deliberately letting them find them. The most infuriating thing was that sometimes, when they were blind, they couldn't even find the Divine Equipment in front of them.
Sigh.
The Demon King Richard sighed again. How was he the Demon King? He was clearly the Brave's nanny!
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