Hey, what the hell is this?!?
Why am I the number one in the Evil God's order?
The mightiest demon, this frog...
Are you getting bogged down?
... Not good.
Very bad.
I can't resist at all.
Like fighting back, all of that is crushed in an instant.
Oh, I... disappear here?
Second, it reminded me of the old days.
Created by evil gods, hundreds of millions of years.
There was a lot going on.
There are countless countries I have ruined.
Sometimes I took over the king's body and did whatever I wanted.
The soul of a gathered man also exceeds ten thousand.
It was really fun.
... ah?
What the fuck?
Why am I looking back?
also, what if this... is that what a human sees at death, a running light?
-Okay.
I... here, disappear?
I was looking back at the supermassive pillar of light looming in front of me and wondering how this could have happened.
It all started with the sudden appearance of a single slime in front of me.
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The twelfth demon in the sequence, he was searching for the whereabouts of Lord Citrie before me.
"The guy" suddenly appeared.
I call Citrie, whose sequence is lower than mine, "Dear," because she has become the Demon King.
We demons gain power as demon kings by obtaining protection from evil gods. At the same time, it will be treated as a proximity of the Evil God.
In other words, even demons with lower sequences, if they are protected and become demon kings, other demons must honor demon kings.
If the demons are low in sequence and weak in power even when they become demon kings, the demons can lick them.
Master Citrie is different.
The demons directly below the evil gods who have seventy-two bodies.
Among them, she became the Demon King, the twelfth in sequence.
That power outweighed me.
So with Master Citrie, I call it a respectful name.
Nevertheless, if I were elected Demon King, that would make me the strongest Demon King.
I was looking forward to the day when I could be the Demon King.
One day, when Master Citrie, who went out to the human world, didn't return, her subordinate demon came to me to talk to me.
The case that the next Demon King is missing should be reported immediately to the Evil God.
But the evil god is currently around for some reason.
That's why Master Citrie's demon came to me.
I immediately dispatched my men to the human world to search for Master Citrie.
And Lady Citrie received a report that there were signs that she was in a nation called Glendale, but no further progress was made.
The residue of Citrie's magic is overwritten by more powerful magic and cannot be tracked.
Stupid......
The twelfth-ranked demon has become the Demon King, right?
There can't be enough bearers of magic in the human world to hide such traces of existence.
If it's possible, it's about a brave man from another world, but Master Citrie hasn't reigned as the Demon King yet.
That's why brave men can't be in this world.
When I was frustrated that the search didn't proceed as late as possible, I came to the human world myself to find Master Citri.
It was indeed the first manifestation in thousands of years.
In the land where Citrie felt the most intense residue of her magic...
I was put in a slime (...) and put away (...).
...... hmm?
Don't you see what that means?
It means the same thing.
I was stored in a shitty slime.
It's not 'absorption'.
Storage.
I don't know why, but I know that.
Ha.
Even if I said it myself, I don't know what it means.
…………
Why?
Why should I, the most powerful demon, be stored in a slime!?
This, the fucking slime. Ahhh!
... There's nothing I can do about it where I screamed.
Inside of him, it's not even sound.
I can't even spare the release of magic.
Whatever attack I make in his body, it's all absorbed somewhere.
Plus...
Ma, ma (...) are you here!?
The fire attribute magic of power that could evaporate in an instant if it were the lower demon flew towards me from nowhere.
I give it a crunch.
Is it because it's been stored in him for only about half a day? Suddenly, against me, the magic of great power began to be unleashed one after another.
It's not just magic.
If I touch it, it's a slash that even slashes and rips my skin off, or the blow of the power that crushes my bones flies.
I knew the power of it because I had been slashed and struck the first time I tried to guard it.
Flying slashes and blows are rarely useless moves unless they're from the Transfer Brave class.
And that power, it sucks with bees.
They pour down on me like rain.
This... is something that's going to die while it's stored in such an inferior demon!
I am the mightiest demon-- a frog!!
I became desperate and kept avoiding flying magic, blows and slaughter.
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Would it have been two days since it was stored in the slime?
I was still alive.
But... it was the limit.
That's when...
Suddenly, I was thrown out of the slime.
So, I got out!!
"Oh, don't be ridiculous... when this clown has a bad slime..."
I tried to wipe out the slime that was holding me instantly, but...
"Guys, this is no good! Looks like Slime's turned into a demon."
...... eh.
There was no slime there.
Instead, the buckets.
I, the most powerful demon, was the level of bucket that could only describe them as bucket things.
Three colored dragons.
Two nine-tailed foxes.
Three Spirit Kings.
Even if I could just judge by the quality and appearance of the magic, that was all they sucked at. Those bodies are covered by auxiliary magical things.
Even the demons were there with an even stronger race.
And then, that's it.
There was a half-elf, Tina-Halibel, who drew the blood of the brave. A woman who was one of the brave men who defeated the demon king Bereto.
Then the worst part is a brunette blue-eyed man with a sword about his height.
The magic that he wraps up in is exactly the Lord of the buckets.
It seems like you can afford and win against all the buckets gathering here at the same time, the best of the buckets.
By the way, there was Master Citrie among the buckets. She's letting go of me, too.
I understood that Master Citrie had been the subject of a brunette bucket.
The master of the bakery makes a decree.
"Guys! Let's go!!"
Looks like I was already ready to attack before I got out of the slime.
I can't afford to fight back, and one attack after another is slammed into me.
The dragon's brace.
Half a dragon slaughter.
A white scale-wrapped beast strike.
The magic of the Spirit Kings.
A beam emitted from the Nine Tails.
The magic of Lord Citri...
I'm going to sharpen my strength.
Really... all the attacks that were unleashed on me when they were stored in the slime belonged to them?
Plus my hands are chopped and carved by Tina and the brunette man no matter how many times I let them regenerate.
There's no way you can fight back.
And finally, I reached the limit of regeneration.
There was nothing more I could do, and I was falling on the floor like a borough cloth.
You tried to stab me in the face like that.
A dark-haired man emerged a giant pillar of light.
That's it...
I'm going to do everything I can to shout the last thing I have to say.
"I am! In slime and all that..."
"Holly Lance!"
Crushed by giant columns of light.
Shit. I could say to the end......
My consciousness fades.
Is this total annihilation?
I'm sorry, Evil God.
I... seem to be this far.
As your subordinate, the days that have gone by...
The days I've been out of the way of God of Creation...
Very... but... oh...