[/an/] this is the prologue...
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*yawn*
"Hmm... is it over now?" I mused at the wasteland scenery infront of me, the barren land was form from two battling powerhouses of this world, I could say that the kingdom where the b*tch lives sure got wrecked.
Covered in smoke, the centre of the battlefield looked like a meteor crashed in, gaping hope was visible to my eyes, seems like "Aether" find a way to fuck "Gaia", eh?
Anyways don't ask me of how I did survive, I just had a skill that enables me to resurrect myself.
Kidding, as if a commoner like me could have a status interface and learnt skills, that's only with the adventurers, nobles, heroes, the heads of kingdoms, their generals, and the personnel of the Holy Empire of Zion.
Slowly, the smoke fades and revealed two figures, one was a horned humanoid and had a pale gray skin, other was human wearing golden armor and tattered cape, both were battered and in awful condition.
Their armies were gone, the important pieces seemed to die out, I couldn't even see the familiar faces, especially in the heroes party.
It seemed that the two were doing the cultured monologue, one on one, Mighty Valiant Hero versus the Evil Demon King, both sounds cool.
But, that was me if I was eight years younger than who I am now.
And nah, I won't help anyone of them, one was eccentric and bloodthirsty because of failed vengeance that caused of my family to die, other was a pervert that took my childhood friend as an addition to his ever growing harem rather forcefully, that's what I know since I traced multiple effects of love potion, aphrodisiac, and other distribution of horniness on her aura.
Very disturbing, and I only had eternal coldness on my heart after everything that happened to me from those years.
Weak.
I was weak.
If not for me being a sh*tty f*ck of weakling trash, I could've save my friend in the heroes hands, and stop those demons of mincing my parents so easily. But what can I do, if it wasn't for me being a fuckling of statusless, simply a trash in this society like on my first life, I could've done something.
Sure, it was what I think, but god's seemed to ignore my faith on them.
Where was they're graces? It seemed that the power of healing and protection seemed to be fake, the war the god's envoys invoke for their names only caused bloodshed, terror, grievance, even became the beginning of the dark age if I was to predict the next twenty years.
So, where are they? The help they would send to us poor lambs for pointless carnage?
I rather want to be the lost sheep of the herd, it was free and could do anything it wants without regrets and shortcomings are only a mirage in front of it.
*CRACKLE*
*CRACKLE*
And now, looking at the two battling again, slash after slash, bash after bash, punch against punch, it continued for an hour.
That ended when I stepped in their conflict.
[/an/] think of the MC entering the scene when the hero and the demon king are supposed to have their final clash, and the one that would stay alive wins. But seeing that he came, I don't think so...
Walking towards them, and with them looking at my nearing direction, both I staggering and nearby the climax, I could say they already noticed me.
"Y... YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" before I entered the five meters mark, the Hero shouted hoarsely with his mana enhanced voice, it was domineering, powerful even, but what can it do to me?
From the past years, I confirmed that I was broken, very funny that I was still fine outside, but inside I was a dark pit. Nevertheless the tries I spent to be normal, it all failed.
Thus, I continued marching towards them, to clearly see their faces, and to step lastly on the path I chose.
"RUN! SAVE YOURSELF!" the hero shouted again, but for me who knows his true face, I looked at him in ridicule and disdain.
The hero was almost the same as my age, 24, if not for the line of shaved beard on his slackened jaw, you would mistake of him as an 18 years old guy. His red hair were messed up and his face had a few bleeding cuts, his red eyes looking at my figure in worry and concern, along with terror and annoyance of the new development. He wore a battered golden armor, specifically coming from the priestess he managed to fish out of the Holy Empire.
"I chose this myself, O dear hero. Can you not see that this humble commoner are trying to buy you time to escape? At least check your wives if they were alive before you check on us citizens of the kingdom, you do not have the right to show your valiance and leadership to me." I calmly spoke, frosty look occupied my blank face, the words made the hero confused and frozen, and the staggering demon king, eye me in curiosity.
I looked at the demon kings eye too, showing my emptiness, the rage, the helplessness, it wasn't all that were shown on my eyes, but the gaze made him smile creepily.
Crouching down, I took a sword from the nearby corpse of a knight, it wasn't on the pristine condition, but still usable to stab and end a life.
"Wha-" he was cutted off.
"As much as I want to watch your dialogues with our Dark Lord, I had something I wanted to him." I pointed at the demon king and spoke seriously, who seemed to eye me in amusement and curiosity, much to the hero's surprise.
The demon king looked at me with his piercing yellow eyes, his sharp teeth grating, black horns on his forehead, and the white hair that is, too, are messed up. His figure exclude a suffocating aura, but with me being me, what could it do?
"And what is it that you want?" the demon king asked at me, we both ignored the hero who was standing with the help of his sword.
"Your heart, precisely the Philosopher's Stone." I spoke directly at him looking at his eye in different light, it was as if I am subconsciously asking for his help.
"And why should I give it to you? A mere ant of human race?" he asked with a glare, I was about to speak when the hero shouted.
"What are you doing?! I. SAID. RUN! You'll just die! And Rhea would be hurt if she know her friend died! And why are you nearing at that demon?! It's dangerous!" he shouted, seemingly concerned at my friend and remembering who am I, but it was just a farce.
"Ouch, you seemed to see me as an animal, Hero-san." the demon king made a hurt face and speak with a Japanese... what was that again? equivalent to sir or respecting someone? I don't really care since I didn't came from that country on my first life.
"Seeing of how one of your mistresses bewitched and brainwashed her to be your sex slave, I don't think so. If I was the one to choose between you who were fighting, I'd rather cheer for the demon king than you."
"Then... are you saying that you are allying yourself with the demon king?!"
"Nope, I just hated you, that's all."
I shook my head, smiling bitterly at him, meanwhile the demon king seemed to found the reason of my interference and the chat between me and the hero, falling onto deep contemplation.
"Also my reaso-" I was cutted off.
"Ah, so you human weakling, wanted to have my heart to save your best friend from the hero?" the demon king asked and I nod at him, the hero's face soured at us when the demon king let out a boisterous laugh.
"Hahahahaha! Who would've thought that the hero of the humanity are nothing but a luscious and degenerative man, this is new to me. Hahaha!" he laughed while clutching his bruised stomach, ignoring the grim face of the hero.
And me? he was glaring at me as if I was his enemy, not the demon king.
[/an/] This is a pun.
"YOU!!! STOP DESTROYING MY REPUTATION!!!" with a roar he summoned all his strength and rushed at us, since I'm very much near the demon king, it's as if I was allying myself at him.
"Nah, I'm sure you had an FFF Rank reputation in the test, but Han-Soo[1] seemed to be more likeable that someone that is as trashy as you-"
"This is the END! DEMON KING XERXES! AND YOU! DIE" he roared as he run towards us, I could see that the demon king was now recovered some of his energy, how cunning to use my little talk for him to recover.
"-so, I'd rather go behind the king who had his noble blood urging him to do this carnage than you who just wanted to raise his reputation as much as he could to bewitch any girls he wanted." I spoke in disgust at the hero, it was clear of how repulsed I was at him, the hatred too, it was visible from my contorted face in malice.
Giving the sword to the demon king, I just watched as the hero heading to throw a vicious slash towards us. I did not panic, since the demon king seemed to be a fine man that appreciates help, he wouldn't let me to die.
I used him, and he used me, this is the relationship we had, with benefits.
"DIEEEE!"
"No, you're the ones to rest. Sleep well, Hero." the demon king, Xerxes, said calmly and readied his hand holding the sword, muttering a skill name the same time that the hero unleashed his.
Both unleashed a beautiful arts of swordsmanship, one was like a diving eagle to his prey, another was a hedgehog in metaphorical manner.
"[Heroic Strike]!"
"[Full Counter]"
*And [Shockwave Absorption]*
*BANG!*
"Ghkk!!" I let out a groan as I was easily thrown out from the shock wave, what can you guess? I'm a commoner.
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And with that, this story of the hero against the demon king ended.
The hero's attack returned to him, and being reinforced by the Demon King's power, it managed to render his S rank Luck and kill him, meanwhile the demon king came after me whe the fight ends, I was thankfully or not, saved by one of his General, and that was when I was awake and conscious.
"I must thank you for buying me time, weird human."
"Ah, I am not that to be praised, Your Majesty."
"And, you want my heart right? I'll give it to you."
"WHAT?! YOU INSOLE-" the general glared at me, ready to slaughter me but the demon king raised his hand to stop the general.
"T-thank yo-"
"Thank me after that, now, [Sleep]."
Eh? Did he just cast a spell on m-
I was cutted off, again with my conscience shutting down.
[1] Reference to that Comics/Manhua of FFF-Class Trashero.