Chapter 1
Chapter 1
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Happy Ending.(1)
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There's a game called Demon King Who Gives Birth as Many as You Kill.
This maniacal game, seemingly designed to target specific layers of players, lived up to its title: you played as the Demon King, conquering the world by slaughtering humans, only to lose to the Hero in the end and give birth to as many children as the number of people you'd killed.
If you wanted to see the Demon King break down even more pathetically, kill more. Conquer more.
Who could resist a thumbnail with a catchphrase like that?
Of course, just as there are rotten spots even in already spoiled water, there were those who enjoyed this maniacal game in an even more twisted way.
Things like killing everyone except the Hero, killing only the Hero's childhood friend, or killing no one at all.
The Demon King's minions running wild and killing humans still counted toward the Demon King's tally, making it nearly impossible to selectively spare or target specific individuals.
But endings like "Gave Birth to the Hero's 2,770,000th Child" when you killed everyone except the Hero, or "Hero's Twisted Rage Transformed Demon King into Childhood Friend's Appearance" were more than enough to set perverted hearts ablaze—perverts among perverts, that is.
And yes, I was one of those perverts among perverts, so I had a blast with this game, diving into its darkest corners.
Seeing endings no one else had found and bragging about them online gave a rush that made jerking off to porn feel like child's play.
This time was no different. Using every trick in the book, I'd unlocked a new ending route. Where every path had only led to "Engage in the final battle with the Hero," I'd finally added an extra option to that last choice screen.
"'Forfeit the battle and surrender to the Hero?'"
It was a humiliation game—common yet not—where no true happy endings existed no matter the route. But this choice felt different.
Forfeit the battle and surrender to the Hero?
Blocking a minion from burning down the Hero's home village, mercifully sparing a thief nearly killed by one of the Four Heavenly Kings, sharing words with a priest dying of demon plague before sneering and tossing them the cure with a line like "Even the gods can't stop me."
I'd picked options like those throughout, but I never dreamed it'd lead to an ending like this.
"Bought it because it was cheap... and it was cheap because I bought it..."
If there was a god of humiliation eroge, it had to be Demon King Who Gives Birth as Many as You Kill. And that god was right in front of me.
With trembling hands, I took a screenshot, anticipation building for the pathetic, innovative Demon King humiliation scene ahead. I unzipped my pants.
Here's hoping it topped the "Goblin's Great Mother" ending from killing tons of goblins, or the "The Jellyfish Seems to Like Demon King Very Much" ending from massacring humans with tentacle monsters.
Careful not to accidentally pick "Engage in the final battle with the Hero," I hovered the cursor over "Forfeit the battle and surrender to the Hero."
"..."
I swallowed hard, breath ragged, and clicked.
The moment I did—
Happy Ending? This game had a happy ending?
No way surrendering here led to a wholesome pure love route with the Hero, or joining his harem for the rest of your days... right?
Scenes flashed through my mind as I mashed the mouse in excitement.
"..."
...So, picking solo meant no one else could see this route?
A wicked thought bubbled up, and I cackled.
Yeah, as the first to find the happy ending, a little mischief was fair game, right?
Post screenshots online, then rub it in that they'd never see it...
"Fuck yeah."
It felt like dragging countless gamers into despair.
Couldn't resist that.
Unable to stifle my laughter, I moved the cursor to "Experience vividly on my own."
No hesitation. Click.
A thick wave of pleasure hit me.
Mental orgasm without even touching myself—what else could you call this but sex!
"Hahaha, fuck yeah, I win! Eat shit, you degenerates!"
In the dark room, in front of the glowing monitor, pants down and dick flopping as I danced—that human was me.
But who cared? Victory was mine!
Shaking my hips in glee, eagerly awaiting the vivid happy ending—
"...What?"
The Hero, Arthur, couldn't make sense of the situation.
"I surrender. I don't want to fight anymore."
"...What?"
After cutting down every last one of the Demon King's minions and reaching the throne room at last, the response he got the moment he raised his sword was that.
His companions, who'd journeyed with him, stared at the Demon King's face with equally dumbfounded expressions.
Yeah, there was no way the Demon King would say something like that.
This was the monster who'd burned half the world, slaughtering humans with the intent to wipe them out entirely. And now she was surrendering because she didn't want to fight anymore?
"Hah, don't make me laugh!"
"...I'm serious. I don't want to die."
The bastard who'd killed so mercilessly up till now didn't want to die?
It was infuriating. Rage whitened his mind; his body nearly lunged on instinct.
"Calm down, Arthur. It might be one of the Demon King's vile tricks."
The mage girl Emily murmured softly, gripping her massive staff.
Such confusing, rage-inducing words to erode their patience. If it was a ploy, it had nearly worked.
True to form for the Demon King who'd pulled every dirty trick in the book, resorting to sleaze right up to the end.
Feeling his hatred deepen, Arthur gripped his sword tighter.
"I'll kill you... No, I'll make you suffer worse than death!"
Just the tally from her minions' kills was enough to make his eyes spin. Ending it with her life alone? Not a chance.
'When I become the Hero, Arthur... I'll make that vile bitch Demon King give birth to as many of my kids as she's killed!'
He recalled his lecherous hometown friend's words. He knew he shouldn't think like that on the final battlefield, but those were the dying man's daily mantra.
One wish granted by staining the Holy Sword with the Demon King's blood.
The legend said the Goddess herself would descend to fulfill the Hero's wish—that's what had kept him going.
Resurrect those killed by the Demon King.
That single wish had driven him here, and with the end in sight, he couldn't lose control now.
"Everyone, stay sharp! This is the Demon King we're facing!"
The Saintess cried out to her still-flustered comrades, radiating holy energy.
It took mere seconds for the initially rattled Hero's party to regain their composure. After all, they were all ones who'd lost loved ones to the Demon King.
Why had they come here?
The mage who should be learning from her master in the Magic Tower, the dwarf who loved pounding iron in underground forges with his kin, the elf who sang in the forests, the nun who prayed in the cathedral—why had they gathered?
It was obvious.
Even if the Demon King's words were true, they would strike her down regardless.
"So, what do I have to do to make you spare me? Spill the secrets of the Holy Sword?"
"Have you never once questioned why the Goddess descends only when the Demon King's blood stains the Holy Sword? Or why there's conveniently a 'one wish granted' reward?"
"What the hell are you babbling about, you damned bitch..."
Arthur shouted. Her words weren't even worth hearing.
Doubting the Goddess who'd empowered him? Doubting the Holy Sword? How dare she.
His muscles tensed. The Holy Sword's hilt creaked under his grip, roaring valiantly as if ready to launch.
Rush in and sever her head in an instant.
He couldn't stand watching that loathsome mouth flap any longer.
...Yeah, he had to twist that filthy face in agony.
"One bit of unsolicited advice: the Holy Sword's wish can't resurrect the dead."
"...What?"
Why... were their faces the ones twisting?