Chapter 1 The Lost Demon King and the Decadent Hero

"A. Godora! You can't kill me! I have eternal life! And you! Time will take away your power. The goddess's gift is not yours after all! You will die! I will dominate this world again! Let darkness cover this world!"

The man with two horns on his head roared, and he saw his body being cut by the sword shining with golden light.

The man, who was only eighteen years old, had a radiant light in his eyes: "You are right, Demon King, I can't kill you, so I will cut you, your limbs, your internal organs, your horns... cut into pieces one by one, and seal them forever!"

In the last year of the Struggle Era and the first year of the New Era, the Demon King "Modoher" was conquered by "A. Godora" and his body was divided into thirteen pieces. Eternally sealed in various parts of the world.

That year, A. Godora, who was later called the Hero, was eighteen years old.

...

June, the fourteenth year of the New Era.

"Have a beer!"

There was a lot of noise in the tavern, and someone shouted for a beer.

The girl in a cheap maid outfit looked at the customer who asked for beer speechlessly: "You haven't paid the bill for the past two days! How can I serve you! The boss will deduct my salary!"

"Hey! Mohe-chan, you don't have to be so harsh on me. You will become a hideous woman~"

"It's not your turn to say that, drunkards!"

While arguing with the drunkards, Mohe looked at the door of the tavern. According to normal circumstances, it should be here...

Just as Mohe was thinking this, a middle-aged man pushed the door and entered the tavern.

"Oh! Look who's here? The great adventurer Dora! What are you going to tell us today?"

Seeing him come in, many people in the tavern looked over and cheered loudly.

Duo Luo's beard was untidy and looked like he had experienced many things in life. He forced a fake smile and found an empty seat to sit down: "Today I plan to tell you the story of the Northern Snow Country." "

The Northern Snow Country? What's there to talk about in the ice and snow?"

Duo Luo laughed: "That's because you haven't seen the snow elves in the snow country. They are completely different from the elves on the mainland."

"Oh?"

The men in the tavern immediately showed curious expressions.

"What do snow elves look like?"

"It is well known that the elves on the mainland are beautiful and tall, but their skin color is dark. After all, they are a race close to nature and always like to bask in the sun, but snow elves are different. Their skin is whiter than snow! And unlike the poor bodies of the elves on the mainland, the snow elves are plump, as big as this!"

He gestured in front of his chest in a rather obscene manner.

The men present all showed "hehe" smiles.

Mo He held a glass of beer and a piece of toast and placed them heavily in front of Duo Luo.

"Look! Doro! You said that the snow elves made our poor Miss Moher angry! Next time, don't talk about plump women again!" Someone laughed and defended Moher.

Moher just glared at the other person fiercely.

Turning to Doro: "So, is there anyone who is treating you today?"

Doro looked at the people in the tavern, and everyone smiled.

"I'm treating you!"

A man suddenly said, and then he said to Doro: "Doro, you have so many stories, why don't you become a bard? Maybe you can become a guest of honor for those nobles."

"Bard? Come on, I'm not that romantic, and bards are all handsome men and beautiful women, right?"

After hearing Doro's words, the man who said he would treat you just now carefully looked at Doro's appearance: "You are right, your appearance is indeed a little worse, compared with me, there is a gap, let alone a bard."

Doro took a sip of beer, pointed at the man and laughed: "I am not worse than you!"

"Hehe~"

The tavern was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

...

Late at night, Moher looked at the tavern that was about to close. The taverns in this town usually don't stay open all night, and the people who come to drink are all locals. They have to go home at night and work the next day. The only people who drink all night are adventurers who visit occasionally. But adventurers don't stay for too long.

Doro is an exception.

Just like now, he just collapsed on the table.

Moher and Doro were the only ones left in the tavern.

Moher remembered what the boss said to him.

"Moher! Your chance has come! Haven't you always been interested in Doro? Late at night, a man and a woman alone, this is your chance!"

The woman just ran away by herself, leaving him to clean up the tavern... She said she was helping me to find an opportunity, but it was just that she didn't want to clean up the job and dumped it on him.

This is the workplace of human beings! The bad nature of human beings!

However...

this is indeed an opportunity.

Doro - the brave A. Godora, who stepped on his head to gain the title of "brave", now appeared in front of him in such a miserable state. This is a good opportunity to get rid of him.

The black magic blade appeared in Moher's hand. She only had a little power now. However, if she was drunk...

She stabbed directly with the blade.

Then it was held.

The magic blade was held by Doro's hand, and a gleam of light flowed in his turbid eyes.

Moh retracted the magic blade: "So, my brave man, pretending to be drunk is not a good way of being civilized."

Dora shook his head and rubbed his head: "I am really drunk. I grabbed your magic blade because it was an instinctive reaction. However, even if I let you stab me, you can't hurt me. Wow... I feel sick after drinking too much."

"An attack that can't hurt you won't make your body react, right?"

"You are the Demon King. Only your murderous intent can make me react. After so many years, your murderous intent is still so strong. Just feeling it makes people shudder... Knowing that this can't hurt me, you really want to kill me. The Demon King seems a little impotent and furious."

The magic blade in Moh's hand dissipated. She picked up the glass of beer that Dora hadn't finished on the table and took a sip. Then she sat opposite Dora and sneered: "Look! How fresh! What's wrong with the brave man who defeated such a terrifying demon king? A homeless man? A drunkard? He can't even take out a coin from his body. He pretends to be an adventurer and tells about his past experiences. How pitiful!"

"Will you donate two coins to me? Just as a reward for my protection of the world."

"Do you want to make me laugh to death? Protect the world? With my head as the price?"

The mutual hurt between the two people stopped here, and they both fell into silence for a long time.

Moh finally couldn't hold it anymore: "Are you here to arrest me?"

"No, I'm not a hero anymore."

"Then if I want to do something, will you stop me?"

Dora finally looked at Moh again: "If I remember correctly, I sealed your left hand in the church in the nearest city."

"As you said."

Moh did not deny it.

"Left hand...what's your left hand?"

"It has my magic mark on it, which can let me regain the power of immortality."

"Aren't you immortal now?"

"My soul is immortal, and I'm only 14 years old now. I don't want to grow up from a baby again. Take back my left hand, and this body will be revived even after death, unless you split me up and seal me again."

Moh explained, "In fact, you have evil intentions. If I hadn't let my soul escape and been split and sealed by you like this, I'm afraid the Demon King would have split into many individuals by now."

"That's what I planned to do, but you're smart. If it happens again, you won't have this opportunity, but now... forget it."

Dora waved his hand indifferently, "I have no objection to what you want to do, let's make a deal."

"Deal?"

"I don't care about your business, and you don't care about mine. You can sense me, and I can sense you, but don't let me be discovered. Others can't find the two of us. If you can shut up and not use me, I won't stop your plan."

Mo He's mouth flowed with an ambiguous smile: "Wow~ This really makes me feel fresh. You are obviously a brave man. I heard that the devil is going to be resurrected, but you didn't do anything?"

"It's just a left hand... I won't say whether you can succeed. Even if you succeed, don't you still have a lot of things? Right hand and two legs, five internal organs, head, horns, skeleton, eyes. A total of thirteen parts. I don't think this will affect anything. You still have a long time to develop. By the time you are completely resurrected, I may have died."

Hearing the other party counting the number of his corpses, Mo He felt his blood pressure rise. Maybe it was because of drinking. Who knows? In short, this man made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Very good, you'd better remember what you said, Mr. Doro."

"By the way, let me give you a piece of news. On your left hand is your former subordinate, the vampire duke, Lisi Duowei. She seems to be very interested in your eternal immortality. After all, your eternity is not the same as hers. She must be very interested, right?"

Moh's smile became more intense: "Lisi Duowei! Haha, what a familiar name. She wanted to block the knife for you at the beginning. I originally asked her to kill you, but she fell in love with you. What? She abandoned you?"

"Abandon or not... I disappointed her."

"I did hear something about you." Moh said suddenly, "Do you want to make a further deal?"

A smile appeared on the man's face at this moment: "Further deal? What do you mean?"

"The hero loses his status as a hero and lives on the streets... If the devil is resurrected, people will realize the value of the hero - at that time, you will become a hero again."

"..."

The man picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in it: "Come on! The hero is dead! The only one here is a 34-year-old middle-aged uncle."

(End of this chapter)