How to Be a Demon King for Dummies Chapter 2 Part1

Thank you for your patience readers. I proudly present another chapter to you. Yayyyyyyy, it’s getting more and more funny as the story continues. Enjoy.

The second chapter’s t.i.tle is a bit long&h.e.l.lip; Well, I should hold on to the ‘a bit’ right. It’s super long! for a chapter t.i.tle. And this chapter is gonna be filled with descriptive adjectives and nouns. Whew, Gambatte me!

I’ve emailed the publisher of the book to ask them officially to translate the novel, however I haven’t got a reply to it yet. Let’s keep our fingers crossed and wish that we can continue this to the end.
 

I really want to translate this book cause it is getting to a good part and I feel like this also help me improve my language in some way. Thank you for reading this.

After I took the demon king role. At first, my life revolves around training on how to be a good demon king. After choosing a day randomly from the calendar for&h.e.l.lip; what is it called again?

“Coronation Ceremony, sire” One smiley face demon answered me with a bright smile while looking at me getting head chopped by my politic professor hand ridge because I answered confidently that it is the Demon King’s Debuting Day.

“Sire, do you see yourself as a singer?” That guy kept being sarcastic the whole lesson.

Then while I am trying to remember the important notes so that I won’t get the destroyer hand chopped on my head by the smiley demon professor, that has a curly mustache and is responsible for teaching each demon king, again, another smiley face demon walked in carrying something and placed it on my desk.

“What is this?” I looked at the thick catalog, that even the yellow pages cannot compete with, with astonishment.

“Doc.u.ments sire. Please fill in all the details.” The smiley face demon that carried this huge catalog answered me with a sluggish tone. “These are doc.u.ments for the Coronation Ceremony sire”

Oh~, my debut day that I just said moments ago.

I scratched my head before choosing to check the options in the personality, style, and taste category. It’s like being forced to do a survey, but a survey that is super thick that I started to skim and randomly tick after doing it for a while. From what I see, it doesn’t look like it’s connected to my debut at all.

Because of this naive thinking, I have to sit and smile till I have cramps like this every day.

“It’s complete now, sire” The smiley face demon flip through it briefly. I haven’t ma.s.saged my pitiful hands, that guy then came back with a wad of papers.

“What is this?” I glanced at it a little before turning my attention to my hands again.

The smiley face demon answered with a stern tone “This is your personality as the twelfth demon king sire.”

“Ha?” I lift my head to look at the stern smiley face. Ahhh&h.e.l.lip; It looks like I am meeting this smiley demon for the first time. I can now differentiate these guys by looking at their face muscle movement. I should be proud hehe.

“Please remember these details precisely so that you can act out to be the twelfth demon king meticulously and comme il faut, sire”

I’m getting confused with his confusing words. This guy seems to like using luxury words that are hard to understand. No wait. This is not the time to be thinking about this guy. I have to concern myself with this pile of papers. Let me see&h.e.l.lip;..

“A demon king with a beautiful face that exudes charms, calmness, seems a bit naughty, likes to show, has a weird palate sense, a little mysterious but rousing, pretty at night, shines brightly like the eclipse that escapes the column of silvery clouds in the night sky.”

Huh?&h.e.l.lip;. What is this? I haven’t read one in a hundred page and I feel like fainting. The next page is the manners and speech etiquette schedule, it lists what I should not say and display in public.

“What crazy thing do you see me as?!”

“A demon king br.i.m.m.i.n.g with honor and mercy, sire”

What do honor and mercy have to do with this&h.e.l.lip; pretty at night HA?!

“Then why do I need uhh&h.e.l.lip;. this thing?” I don’t even know what to call it. I can only flap this disturbing piece of paper in my hand. Ha? It’s not disturbing? Wait till you see the time table detailing every movement of mine from moving my eyebrows when waking till sleeping, I am certain that anyone who has to face this will cry for sure or if you don’t want to cry, I’ll cry in your stead. Boohoo~

“So that sire can be a demon king filled with dignified gestures and gracefulness when in front of the press”

“And do I have to find a hero that is filled with dignified gestures and gracefulness when in front of the press too?” I tried to force myself to read the next column, but it seems futile since my eyes are always averting the thing like looking directly into the sun.

“No need, sire.”

“oi&h.e.l.lip;” I perked up and stared at him. That guy then answered me firmly-

“Because the hero only needs to be a good person. Even if he is not dignified and graceful, he will still be glorified. However, if the demon king is a good demon but not dignified and graceful, no one will remember him.”

In short, you’re saying that a villain like me, if not handsome, will be cursed then huh&h.e.l.lip;.. why is my luck so awful

That is why I am now a demon king with a beautiful face that exudes charms, calmness, seems a bit naughty, likes to show, has a weird palate sense, a little mysterious but rousing&h.e.l.lip; and what again? baa! whatever.

When it is settled, the next step is to have beauty makeover. The initial process is acceptable, I have to bathe and scrub the dirt off me, wash my hair with a smooth and silky shampoo till my hair that was as messy as a bird’s nest is now smooth and silky than those models in shampoo commercials. But once they placed a jar filled with greenish muk in front of me, I started to have a really bad feeling about this.

“This is&h.e.l.lip;”

“Reproductive Age Growth Accelerator, sire”

“Accelerate WHAT?”

The smiley demon with a bright red lipstick smiled at me and answered.

“Sire, You will be a demon king with a beautiful face that exudes charms, calmness, seems a bit naughty, likes to show, has a weird palate sense, a little mysterious but rousing, pretty at night&h.e.l.lip;” it still continues, but my ears turned deaf since the night part already. In summary, this fella kept blabbering the things I have to remember, but I don’t, in order to face the press. Let’s just say at the end of this whole sentence, the last part of it is “That is why sire has to be taller than this.”

&h.e.l.lip;..I apologize for being short.

In the end, I have to drink that liquid that tastes very bitter like a Chinese cough drop.

Now, I am taller by half, my hairs dropped down like a waterfall, making me look like a hermit more than a demon king. I am currently looking at the hair dye jar that the other smiley demon brought in.

“Why do I have to dye my hair black?” I looked at my long silky tree bark brown hair and glanced at the black murky liquid in the jar.

“Not black sire. It’s called deep black as dark as the night sky that has no twinkling starlight shine.”

“What?” I almost dropped the jar.

“Bad hearing again sire. I’ll repeat again, listen carefully now sire.”

That guy then repeated the color of the dye for me again. Oh my G.o.ddess! Why does the demon king have to have deep black hair as dark as the night sky that has no&h.e.l.lip; enough. I don’t want to recite it. By the way, this guy is the smiley demon that ruined my perfectly good life. I remember his remarks on how my ears are bad.

“Is there no demon king with pink hair?” I asked curiously.

“There used to be a demon king with yellow gold of wheat in the summer that sways with the wind in contrast with the clear blue sky hair color, also a demon king with hair blush red akin to a young virgin having her first love in autumn, and also&h.e.l.lip; ”

I raised my hand to stop that thing before I almost get down on my knees and cry. “Enough of this. I think deep black as dark as the night sky that has no twinkling starlight shine of yours suits me most.”

That guy then smiled happily. “That’s right. The deep black as dark as the night sky that has no twinkling starlight shine goes well with your personality description as a demon king with a beautiful face that exudes charms, calmness, seems a bit naughty, likes to show&h.e.l.lip;” skip skip skip how can you guys even remember all of it? “&h.e.l.lip;the most sire.”

I’m going crazy. No wait&h.e.l.lip; You’re the crazy one. Why can’t you just call it black, red, blue, yellow, green, or other normal names. Why do you need to describe the color till my mind is gonna blow up?! And why does my personality description is super long like this?!

However, I cannot complain much because once I complain lighting strikes and it strikes coincidentally very near me. Sword of Ratification I will&h.e.l.lip;I will&h.e.l.lip; I will&h.e.l.lip; I will do as I’m told. You can read my mind, right? Then please stop pouring down lightings, please mind my fragile heart. I really want to cry.

To conclude, I now have a hair as deep black as dark as the night sky that has no twinkling starlight shine. When I look myself in the mirror, why do I feel like I’m looking at a stranger? More so, once I wore the demon king’s uniform that is black&h.e.l.lip; uhh deep black as dark as the night sky that has no&h.e.l.lip; I’m tired&h.e.l.lip; *sigh* twinkling starlight shine. I look like a different person.

The crew responsible for light, camera, and back drop all ran chaotically. This is the first time in many weeks that I’m seeing new faces instead of the smiley ones floating around me all day. The camera demon moved its hands to show the angle I should be in.

“A little to the left&h.e.l.lip; good sire good&h.e.l.lip; turn your face upward a little more&h.e.l.lip; that’s it. good job”

The surrounding area is the background which is a plain field and a dark gloomy sky. The electric fan blows my cape magnificently which goes with my smooth and silky hair.

“Listen human from now on you all will be in my, King Archer, command.” Then I flicked my hand forward trying to be as handsome as possible. Cut. Again. Because I have to be a beautiful demon king, not a handsome demon king?

Why don’t you try doing it, do you think it’s easy?!

“Again please sire.” The camera demon said. “This time for real.”

My face is already tensed up. Now, other than evil laughing haha charmingly I also have to do a beautiful face. I can’t make other expressions other than this anymore. The growth accelerator is making my bones creak nonstop. Also, the hair dye for deep black as dark as the night sky that has no twinkling starlight shine smells awful.

I tried to do my best-selling face where I conquer the world as best as I can. My mouth keeps saying the script while my mind is scared sh*tless that if the human see this, instead of sending a hero and co. they might send the entire fifty-two states army and destroy me completely. Luckily, I asked the smiley demon next to me about this and he answered-

“The humans made a vow that they will only send the hero and co. to the demon world sire.” That is pretty vague. The co. that you mentioned, what if it’s the whole village?! “I’ve never seen it happen in any previous demon kings era before sire.”

Stupid&h.e.l.lip; What if I hit the jackpot and it happens in my era!? Will you take responsibility? My woes can only be said but unheard. Right now, I can only rely on the holy things and pray that the hero won’t come with the whole state and pummel me to death.

That is the start of my era, the twelfth demon king, the king that is now having face cramp and clotted nose.