Chapter 0
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: The Demon King Who Wishes for Regression
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Over the capital of the empire brought low by the Hero, Demon King Ashy rummaged through her bosom.
She pulled out a single diary that came to hand and opened it.
Flip, flip—.
She turned the pages slowly, one by one.
Her sky-blue eyes began reading the diary scrawled in terrible handwriting.
Some pages were yellowed, others pure white.
Some were stained pitch-black with grime, others swollen from water damage.
A diary bound together from papers written at different times.
To Ashy, this crudely made diary was a treasure beyond any price.
Year 77, March 5th—.
Starting a diary today. Paper's precious, so keeping it short. Snuck this one too.
...Fucking hell. Sold into slavery's shit enough, but they threaten to chop off your hand for stealing. Fucking assholes. Lol.
Year 77, March 6th—.
Treatment ain't half bad. Compared to shaking my ass in the sticks for a single potato, being nobility must be why. Fucking sweet.
If I snag a noble title, retirement's sorted. But for that, I can't just sit here—gotta tail the Hero….
Year 77, March 7th—.
That faggot son of a bitch. Auction house rumors true? Gertong Count, you crazy fuck, you're gay. Fuck. Please no. You shithead, I've never even done it once lol. Rumors are just rumors. I trust Gertong.
Year 77, March 8th—.
…….
Somehow gotta escape. Slave Brand. This fucking thing, shit. Fuck. Those slave trader bastards. For real…. Sigh.
Ashy giggled as she read the diary.
A man suffering before harsh reality.
You could see his energy draining from the entries.
Growing steadily gloomier, yet the man never lost hope.
Year 77, April 3rd—.
Hero Drake visited the mansion. Drake Draconian, the strongest right now. Gertong Count dies by his hand. Evidence of supporting a black mage and using dark arts found, executed. Finally remembered.
………So what about me?
Slave Brand releases if the master dies. Know that much. Noble who backed the black mage. Slave connected to him. Wouldn't be weird if I just got offed.
Motherfucker.
Year 77, April 4th—.
Okay. Made a deal with Drake. Told him about a girl to his taste, so he says he'll spare me a bit. Lmao. Crazy bastard.
Luke, sorry man. Honestly, no heroine ain't the end of the world, right? Admit it?
Heroine.
The man often used "protagonist" and "heroine."
Calling Ashy herself the heroine, idolizing Luke as the protagonist.
Ashy couldn't understand it.
To her, in her world, he was the protagonist.
Year 77, April 17th—.
Got acknowledged by Drake. But doesn't feel that great. Thinking of him wrecking Lucia's pussy… ugh….
Poor girl. That fucker's already deflowered every virgin around.
"I believe you. You really are a prophet."
Had to hold back from beating his ass when he said that shit.
……But thank god. Fuck. I'm alive. Sorry for selling out the heroine, but no choice. Luke, if we meet again, I'll hook you up with some gear at least.
The man followed Drake's party, joining the Hero's journey.
After fooling them as a prophet, he tagged along behind the Hero.
The pages flew by.
About three months passed in the book, but the content hadn't changed.
"Still a virgin?"
Ashy suppressed her laughter with effort.
Struggling not to mock the man.
Pouring his soul into describing Drake's sex life, while he himself had zero success.
This part was endlessly amusing, no matter how many times she read it.
The day he vented his pent-up rage.
Glorious August 15th.
Year 77, August 15th—.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Kill them all. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Gertong you bastard. You fucking shit. Fucking asshole. Motherfucking prick.
...Why can't I fuck her when she's right there….
One page filled with hatred for Gertong.
Scribbled curses and what looked like spilled water—the page was more swollen than the rest.
Year 77, August 16th—.
……Drake says he'll cheer me on. Even girls fixated on Drake say they'll help where they can.
At least their hearts are….
Sorry…. Thank you…!
Ashy closed the diary here.
It was the end of the first volume, and what followed wasn't something she particularly liked.
The diary recorded the things he went through, the emotions he felt, in petty detail.
Who he met, the relationships he built.
How he felt about them.
He documented his feelings without regard for gender.
He had many precious people.
You could feel how much he wanted to dream of a future with them.
And he was kind.
Even though he ragged on her relentlessly enough that Ashy wondered if she was bullying him too much.
Still, he saw her in a good light.
That's why she hated reading certain pages.
At first it was jealousy and possessiveness, but rereading the diary only left regret.
Lest the diary get wet, perhaps.
For Ashy herself, everything with him was a first.
Recalling those moments….
She hadn't known then, but now her heart pounded every time.
Year 81, July 6th.
End of a long journey. Someone who shouldn't have died did because I stirred shit up, followed here to clean up the mess.
…If not for that, I'd have retired ages ago.
Luke or Ashy probably can't take down the Demon King. Meddling fucked up events, so I didn't get properly strong.
Fuck, don't wanna die but gotta kill this thing. Motherfucker.
Last request to Ashy. Suck my dick just once. Might die tomorrow, so if I'm going, shouldn't we at least fuck once between us?
Other parties swap dick and pussy as sex partners. Why am I the only one hung and forbidden to use it.
…Lol you bitch. Won't give it up till the end.
Ashy only realized the preciousness after losing it.
Hope I can write in the diary tomorrow too. Probably not.
"…I can turn it back."
Ashy gazed at the sky.
The sun drew near, heat palpable.
A god was descending.
—Just send me back to the past, right?
As a Hero, she had saved the continent.
As Demon King, she broke it.
The threat had worked; the gods decided to regress Ashy.
Ashy closed the diary.
Traces of a man she had spent two years with, now to be released.
No regrets, for she would meet him herself.
"If possible, to a time when I can meet Ajin right away—."
The leather hardback she firmly closed bore the three characters of Kang Ajin's name.