The Skill Collector

A huge large hall existed deep in the underground cave, where only the chosen and brave men were allowed to enter.

A bright red carpet lined with stone columns carved with a disastrous demon and laid on the floor leads visitors straight from the door to the throne.

Sitting on the throne of a golden evil hobby was a man with a single horn growing from his forehead.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Brave man, well done. We've got this far!

A man with a creepy cane with a brightly embroidered cape on his shoulder and a skull laughs.

The horned man has red, upside down hair, a crushed strong side of his left eye. A kid would definitely cry just because he saw that face.

"O demon king! There will never be a resurrection of Xama! As long as we have this brave man!

A large sword with a design feathering a golden eagle in blue, clear colored full-body armor. A beautiful young man with a crisp nose stands out is setting up a weapon and intending to.

Next to it is the warrior-style grandeur. Behind them were archers, wizards, and monk women refraining.

"Interrupt my resurrection every time... Abominable! After twenty years of reclaiming my power, don't think that every human being is an enemy!

When something like black mist erupts from the demon king's body, the cloak stirs even though there is no wind.

"Don't look at humans sweetly! Demon King with all the spirits... seal Xama!

A line of brave men will challenge the demon king, and the demon king will face it.

The curtain of the battle between the demon king, who brings forth the resurrection every twenty years, and the chosen and brave men, who stop the resurrection, was cut and dropped.

The end of the fierce struggle was the brave man squeezing out his last power, a poke all over his body.

The throwaway blow pierces the Demon King's chest and he retreats loosely with the Holy Sword stabbed.

It's a paper victory. It's not weird which one wins the fight.

The brave men and their companions were also full of creativity, standing at their best.

"You're naughty, you're naughty! Oh, my God, I'm doomed.

The demon king turns to the ceiling and raises his terminator, reaching into the void with regret.

The brave men, convinced of their victory, smile unexpectedly on their faces.

"Twenty years all in vain, pointless, worthless, reckless, and inept!

The demon king spreads his arms, gives a distressed look, and looks abominably at the braves.

As it stood, I tried my best. I was about to fall at the front, but I stepped on it with criticism.

"I wanted to conquer the world for the demons. I wanted to show the beauty of the breadth of this world to the demons who were just abused...... I wanted to show you the sights of the earth to these wretched demons sealed with me in such a dark, lightless basement..."

Hear the monologue of the Demon King, and the brave men will be a magical face.

Do you regret that you decided to be evil and that you were attacked without even asking what you said?

When the demon king grabbed the holy sword on his chest with his hand, he pulled it out at once.

With the disappearance of the sword that had been a stopper, a large amount of blood erupted from the wound, and the Demon King glanced greatly over whether this was the time he had exhausted himself.

Returning to the throne in an irresistible foothold, he lowers his back so that his whole body will fall apart and collapse.

"Hoohahahahahahaha! Gehag ho! I will not perish! I'll see you in twenty years, you fools! Enjoy the false peace while fearing and frightened of my resurrection! Ghahahahahahahahahaha!"

The Demon King's surface cracks, and the golden light floods out of it.

An explosively swollen light filled the Great Hall, and a row of brave men accidentally closed their eyes.

After the light goes out, there is only a blood-swet throne and there is no demon king.

When the brave man confirms the annihilation of the Demon King, with his companions, he goes through the door, the only entrance to and exit from the Great Hall, and returns to earth.

The brave men disappeared, five minutes later.

"Yes, cut! Good luck, everyone."

The devil emerges from every place, responding to the demonic voice of the director, descending from the vain and lavish chandelier that hung on the ceiling.

When some of the columns open, a demon comes out of them with a "Great Relic" with recording and recording capabilities.

"I got some pretty good footage."

"I'll review it later, but it's a reflection."

When some of the walls fell forward, there were dozens of demons holding back behind them.

"You didn't find out about the sticky pillars or the walls."

"Well, I was lifting my painting arm for this day. I was wondering if they'd spot me so easily."

"We also have a smaller budget year after year. We need to sharpen where we can sharpen it."

Both the pillars and walls of the Great Hall are sets made by demons and demons, and tequila and retrieval work has begun.

In just minutes the Great Hall turned into a massive cavity with a killer landscape.

"He's dying upstairs in the middle of a grocery role."

"You have a hard time playing a demon weaker than yourself. The timing of avoidance is quite difficult. I got hit by a couple of bodies."

Talking about each other's struggles were demons with 'transformation' and 'division' skills, both serving as miscellaneous fish who stood in front of brave men many times along the way in this cave.

"Phew, tired, tired. The cuttlefish steam more than I thought. Do you want to keep this makeup too?"

On the only remaining throne appears a demon king who should have perished at some point.

Exhaling loudly removes the red-haired wig and peels off the special makeup of the scar on his left eye.

The makeup trail seemed disgusting, and he's stuffing his face with a wet cloth handed to the devil in the maid.

"What do you think, it would have been a real act"

"Yes, Demon King. The play was great, but... it could have been a little rough at the end. I think a little more concise would be more heartfelt."

"Hmm. I looked at the thoughtlessness with all my might, was it a little too much"

The director demons and demon kings are exchanging views on earlier plays (...).

The demon king's clothes are stained with blood, and the stab marks of the holy sword remain open on his clothes, but he doesn't seem to have a scratch on himself.

"Good luck, everyone. It's a plug in."

Before these demon kings, when I go in and out, I take out a large number of plugs, as usual.

He also thanks me for letting me watch the play of The Brave Fights.

"I'm always sorry, collector. How was this play?

"Right, you stood around more sophisticated than you did twenty years ago, and your performances were more elaborate when you perished. I knew it was a play, but I saw it."

"Right, right. You know, collector."

He smiles satisfactorily and the Demon King is happy to slap him on the knee.

Once every twenty years, they are demons playing a huge demon king resurrection play.

The demon king is a real demon, and the twenty demons here are faithful me (servants).

A great demon who really used to conquer the world, but such ambitions disappeared as he repeatedly sealed, resurrected, and sealed again.

It would have been easier if he had been defeated, but he had powerful skills such as' strong ',' super recovery 'and' resurrection ', which could not be destroyed by the people of this country.

And knowing how to seal it, people do not destroy it from the beginning, but seal it, and when it is resurrected, it is sealed fast, repeated.

Nor is that the result of such a dramatic battle as just now.

I know exactly the day when the seal will expire, so before it expired, I was drawing a hefty magic formation in the place of resurrection, turning it into just a task to be sealed at the same time as being resurrected.

As a demon king, it's not a hoard. Each time, as the seal is unsealed, it is sealed again, and once again an unwanted twenty years flow.

In the meantime, I can't move at all, but I have consciousness, so my anger toward humans initially accumulated, but after more than a hundred years of repetition, my heart broke.

This is how the demon known as the Demon King cut people out when I was participating in several sealing rituals.

"No harm will be done to humans. So will you let me go? If you can't trust me, why don't we make a 'contract'? The Devil's contract is absolute."

The wizards in charge of sealing didn't have ears to listen to, but I was interested in the Demon King's offer and used my skills to persuade them to make a 'pact' with the Demon King.

... but there was actually another reason why I joined the sealing ritual.

The "Great Relic" was used for the seal, but it was actually about to break and the seal threatened to fail, and as insurance, I was in it.

He was secretly ordered by a king who knew my power and asked me to "defeat the Demon King in times of need".

I also had the option of fighting the Demon King, but I wasn't sure I could win for sure after seeing their skills, so I decided to get on with their suggestion.... I admit that there was also a slight idea that it would be in my interest.

The contents of the contract exchanged at that time do not harm humans. Just one thing.

Now the threat of this country has left, but at the time of the covenant the Demon King said strange things.

"I want to fight like a demon king for once! Nothing can be done, every time, just sealed...... For once or so, I want to declare myself like a demon king and fight the brave! You know what I mean? I've been forced into this world, and if I knew I wouldn't obey orders, I'd be sealed without question. The phrase we called ourselves at our own convenience, called the Demon King... Then you want to behave like a demon king for once!

Lost in the temper of a heated talking demon king, I made a suggestion.

that once every twenty years, we will fight the brave men elected from within the country and play a play that will be made to seal them as demon kings.

This is a weak, small country surrounded by powerful nations, but it was in a position where the achievements that have sealed the Demon King for generations were recognized and allowed to survive the country.

So when you know you need the seal of the Demon King, you are more likely to be invaded from another country. Continued sealing had thus become a diplomatic material to other countries.

So here's my thought scenario.

Once every twenty years, the seal of the Demon King is unsealed, and a line of chosen and brave men in the country enters the Crusade of the Demon King. The holy sword in the hands of the brave man is the only means of sealing the demon king. - The setting.

The fellow brave men were chosen from neighbouring countries, which also conveyed to other countries that the ritual of the Demon King's seal was authentic, and further joint victory over the Demon King deepened relations with other countries.

I carried things exactly as I thought they would, but it wasn't just that, it had an unexpected added effect. More young people targeted the brave around the country, martial arts flourished, and many talented people were born.

It is now known as a small country but a treasure trove of talent, allowing it to cross on an equal footing with other countries. This was a delightful miscalculation.

... Well, there have been some miscalculations that I'm not happy with.

As soon as I tapped into the play using my 'acting' and 'mentoring' skills so they wouldn't find out about the play, the Demon King - woke up to the fun of the play.

Then it dawned on archery day and night with the demons summoned from the demonic realm, polishing the arms of the play for a grand stage called the sealing ritual every twenty years.

The result is like this.

By the way, only the king and a handful of powerful people in this country know this truth, and I believe the people are seriously stopping the demon king from being resurrected.

"Couldn't you flaunt your performance on death?"

"Hmm, if you do more than that bleeding, you're going to be suspicious of what you can talk about. If you want flashy, do you want to explode when you fall in?

"Well, it could unleash the magic of a bursting system and generate smoke."

"What about showing up once around two levels and showing off your overwhelming power"

The demon king, the director demon and the performer demon are having a heated debate.

The demons are the obedient servants of the Demon King, but they don't bend their opinions easily because they are ordered to be rude about theatre.

"Is there any way to boost the last battle? I'd like to make a groundbreaking, heart-shaking performance."

"When a line of brave men challenge, the Demon King heals magic and says," Try your best to scratch! What do you think?

"Whoa, that's not bad! But that's not enough... Collector, do you have any ideas?

The bystander told me that he was thorough, but suddenly he spoke, and I said something I thought without thinking deeply.

"How about playing music?

Playing in exciting scenes is a common means in plays.

But there can't be music playing during a real fight. I said something stupid while I was at it.

"Uhm, that's not bad!

"Right. What about letting a skeleton in a tuxedo play? In the setting that a performer taken away by the Demon King is still made to work as an undead even after his death"

"When you do, do you also need to practice music"

Oh, it's a surprise ride.

These people... the demons are greedy when it comes to the play.

"Collector, can you sell me your music-related skills?

There is no reason to refuse the Demon King's favor.

I'm not willing to sell it if it's a threat to people, but if it's music-related, it can't be used for bad things.

"I don't mind that, but you can't do it for free, can you?

"I know. Buy me and them unnecessary skills like 'Curse', 'Torture' and 'Temptation' as usual. Turn that money to buying musical skills"

The Demon King does not hesitate to purchase theatrical skills. And in doing so, we can easily let go of skills we don't need for our theatre.

... I will be cutting the demon kings' power into tunnels. I don't know, this complex emotion.

"If you've finished eating, we'll review earlier plays and do it again through!

"Oops!

The demon kings and demons who finished eating the plug seem to begin archery now for twenty years to come.

A demon is a superstition that entices people to dye their hands in evil deeds, pollutes their souls, and corrupts people.

The truth is that the devil does not seduce, but that people call the devil. Summon the devil to satisfy his own desires and make a covenant.

The demon kings' situation now stands in such a position as the troupe, which renews its contract every twenty years.

Demons playing plays to satisfy people's desire to be brave.

Maybe I'm not in the wrong position as a demon.

"Now let's start with the scene where the brave man opened the gate! Three, two, one, here we go!

The clapping sound of the clapping trees is echoing, and the demon kings are revisiting their play with the brave. Looking at such demons, earlier superstitions turned my head.

Corruption. - Corruption refers to treading off the path and holding oneself down.

He steps off the path he should have as a demon, selling his skills but immersing himself in the play. It's to those demons.

"Perhaps you deserve the word corrupt"

My cheeks were unwittingly loose at the smiling sight of the demons as I grumbled so much.