As The Demon King, I Am Very Distressed Because The Hero Is Too Weak 1.0 Chapter 3

I used my mind to connect with the pathways of other worlds, and met with Demon Kings other than me.

Unfortunately, our ident.i.ties were clearly displayed, and everything was just me casually saying.

In fact, during our leisure time, we would often use this way to meet. It was also a way for lonely Demon Kings to connect with each other. After all, we were lonely at the top, and could only chat with other colleagues that were in equally high positions.

I took the black tea and seriously consulted the Demon Kings in front of me, “what type of Hero did you encounter?"

“Why didn't you defeat me? Just now, you had a million chances to kill me.

“My Hero was a respectable and honest man, just like in the traditional story of the Hero and the Demon King.” The Demon King from World A answered me.

The Demon King of World B, “the Hero I met was very strong, and I was beaten to the point where I couldn't retaliate.”

The Demon King of World C, “for me, I experienced a fight free of inhibitions. Until now, I still remember the strength of that Hero, it was wonderful.”

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After finishing, they asked me, “what about your world, Sarthis?”

I fell silent. After a long time, I covered my eyes with one hand, “……extremely bad. So bad until even if I threw in the towel, he couldn't even defeat me.”

My colleagues were shocked, “oh, this is a new type that I've never seen before.”

He smiled, “I think so too. Until now, this matter of me being a Hero, I still don't think it's real.”

“So what should I do?” I sighed.

They looked at each other and shook their heads.

Demon King A patted me on the shoulder, “stay strong, Sarthis. Someday, he will become stronger.”

Before fighting with the Hero, I called a stop and decided to have a good talk with him today.

I thought about how the Hero was, and was a little depressed.

I felt like a parent who hoped that their son would have a bright future, but saw that their son had no strive for success, and didn't know what to do when watching him stay at home.

……

After the end of this meeting of the heads, when I returned to the Demon King's Castle, it was already time for the third night.

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Before fighting with the Hero, I called a stop and decided to have a good talk with him today.

I asked him, “don't you think that the relationship between us isn't quite right?”

Hearing my words, the Hero blushed.

Once again, I came to our Demon King's meeting of the heads, and Demon King A asked me.

“No, I didn't mean it like that.” I rubbed the horns on my head as my head continued to ache, “who taught you your swordsmanship?”

The Hero obediently answered me, “my father, the former generation Hero, Warner.”

The blood of the Hero and the Demon King were pa.s.sed down from generation to generation, there wasn't any problem with this.

Obviously, my old enemy's brain capacity wasn't enough to answer so many questions at once, so he said with a smile, “because I like you, Sarthis.”

So, we had a deep talk. I learned that his name was Luke and he was sixteen years old. When he had one leg in the field helping his neighbour, an old grandmother, grow rice, his other leg was pulled to draw out the holy sword and become a Hero.

With last minute preparations, it's not a wonder he was weaker than me, who had prepared for so long. However, with the blood of the Hero, he was destined to be more powerful than the average person. What was the problem with him?

“Why didn't you defeat me? Just now, you had a million chances to kill me.

Was it that the different checkpoints I had arranged for him weren't okay?

Impossible, I clearly did it according to the

Luke smiled and said, “I've said so much about me, what about you, Sarthis?”

My face was expressionless and I maintained the dignity of the Demon King, “my father was the former Demon King, who was defeated by your father.”

It absolutely wasn't because I was hungry. I only wanted to understand why this weak Hero was so weak through this method.

“So you've always been the Demon King? No other profession?”

“Of course not,” I said.

I never expected this guy to actually show me a ‘your life is so boring, I pity you' expression, which caused my self-esteem to lower.

“…… about being a villager.”

“Speaking of this, I've always been very curious,” Luke said. “What's the Demon King's outcome after they've been defeated?”

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Outcome? My father's outcome was to go to other worlds for his old age, and now he probably was finishing in some mountain valley.

“You're very strange,” I said, “you might be the first Hero in history who cares about the outcome of the Demon King.”

He smiled, “I think so too. Until now, this matter of me being a Hero, I still don't think it's real.”

I raised my jaw and said, “…… say more.”

He leaned back and laid on the ground. “If I could, I really want to go back to the village to be a villager. If you sow in the spring, in the fall, you can eat the fruits and vegetables you grew. The taste of a cold salad with dressing is really good.”

I don't know why, but his words touched me.

I raised my jaw and said, “…… say more.”

Luke was a little confused, “say more about?”

It absolutely wasn't because I was hungry. I only wanted to understand why this weak Hero was so weak through this method.

“…… about being a villager.”

……

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On the third night, the Hero and I talked until it was two in the morning. Before he left, he said that he'll let me have a good night's rest and that he would come over tomorrow night.

Who needs you to care about me! If you haven't become strong by tomorrow, don't come!

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