Chapter 1-1. The Demon King, Defeated by the Hero, Is Reborn as a Modern-Day Beauty!
In the year 5,720 of the Imperial Calendar, my era—the pinnacle of evil, the power that had ruled the world for three thousand years—finally drew its last breath at the Hero's hand.
"Keh heh... So this is where it ends for me. Now the age of you humans shall begin..."
The Hero was a genius.
He'd used a strange power called science to advance humanity, and in the end, that was what brought me down.
I had no regrets. To meet my death at the hands of a true strong one—the Hero himself—what better battle could a Demon King and warrior ask for? It was, without question, the most satisfying fight of my life.
"Demon King... before you die, might I ask you one thing?"
"Speak. It is the privilege of the one who defeated me. I will tell you anything."
"Do you, by any chance... have a beautiful daughter hidden away somewhere?"
"...??? I have no children."
"Then perhaps... the body you wear now is a mere clone, and your true form is that of a gorgeous woman?"
"...??? This body before you is my true form. And I am a man."
The moment I answered his strange questions, the Hero squeezed his eyes shut and screamed.
"Damn it all~! I was reincarnated dreaming of a harem full of beautiful women─! I wasted twenty whole years of my second life on thiiis─!!"
"Wh-what are you talking about?"
"The god who reincarnated me was a muscle-bound meathead too! This world has no imperial princesses or fair maidens, nothing but meatheads everywhere!! My companions all turned out to be meatheads as well─!!"
The Hero bellowed, his face twisted with rage.
"The least you could have done, Demon King, was be a beautiful womaaan─!!"
The Hero began to weep tears of blood!!
What the—this is terrifying!
Hero, what is wrong with you?!
In the very instant I stood there aghast, the Hero began to laugh—twisted, unhinged, like a man gone mad.
"Kukukuku... And so, Demon King, I shall bestow upon you a curse filled to the brim with my desires...!"
Huh...? A curse?
No, wait—the sacred Hero, wielding a curse?!
And worse, this bastard just said desires!
"Behold the power of the special privilege I wrung out of that damn meathead of a god..."
The Hero spread his hands wide, his face so sinister it was impossible to tell which of us was truly the villain.
From his palms flickered a black, ominous energy—deep, dark, and utterly without end.
An energy darker than my own... Hero, are you not, in truth, the one more worthy of the title Demon King...???
"The power of this curse is... the Gender-Bend Second Life Squishy-Squishy Beam!!"
Excuse... me?
Did you not just say something completely insane, dear Hero?
"KHAHAHA! Take it, Demon King! I shall make your next life a squishy, squishy little girl hunter─!!"
"W-wait! Just calm down first, and let's talk this through rationally—!!"
"SQUISHY-SQUISHY BEEEEEEAM~!!!"
"N-no!"
FLASH───!!!