I’m Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 342

342. The Last Hero and the Last Demon King (4)

The hand that presses the affected area as if to stop the bleeding is quite irritating. An ordinary human would die from excessive bleeding if left like this.

The Demon King, who had to do his best when dealing with the hero, thought as he moved for a follow-up attack without hesitation.

‘I’m glad I used up all my magic power before starting this battle.’

Since the opponent is a ‘Hero’ and you are a ‘Demon King’, the recovery speed of the wounds inflicted on me will inevitably be slow, but it is nothing compared to the wounds inflicted by magical attacks. Even though it is slow right now, the wound is healing at a visible rate.

Kaang! The great sword swung with ferocious force was blocked by the dagger. The warrior, who was holding the dagger backwards and pushing the great sword as if in a test of strength, glanced at the sky. The Demon King slowly raised his eyebrows in a movement as if he was checking the time.

“Do you think you have an urgent appointment?”

By ‘doing his best in battle’ and ‘injuring the hero’, he was able to at least have a conversation during the battle, and he followed the hero’s gaze and cast his gaze to the sky. Three moons, almost overlapping, came into view.

When they overlap perfectly and appear as one, it is midnight. In other words, it means that one day will soon pass.

…Somehow, I became more and more impatient with my movements.

“Now that I think about it, today was the day you were so broken that you were taken to the demon world.”

“….”

There was no answer, but it was easy to guess.

The Demon King, who had given up on the struggle, changed to a long sword, turned his body slightly to avoid the hero’s weapon being swung, and slashed diagonally with his great sword.

Apart from the unwaveringly strong attack, a voice filled with laughter continued.

“Are you going to offer my head as a gift to the dead before today is over?”

“….”

“Oh yeah. “Maybe my neck isn’t everything.”

Quang! bang!

The warrior seemed to have given up on technique and began to push with force. Unlike his tactless opponent, the Demon King dealt with him flexibly, taking what he could and letting go of what he had to give.

He didn’t stop teasing his unrestrained mouth.

“Soon one day will pass, will this be enough?”

“….”

The warrior narrowed his eyes in silence.

It will definitely take up a lot of time if things continue like this. Damn it, the Demon King is so strong that he doesn’t even use magic.

‘…then.’

Red eyes roll around. Without stopping the attack, he looked at the Demon King as if he was thinking about something and glanced at the sky again.

A look passed by Lee Chae’s eyes, as if he was trying to add some variable to this sluggish battle.

The warrior slightly bent his legs and quickly fell back.

“…hmm?”

Movement so fast that the Demon King can’t keep up. The Demon King’s gaze followed him half a beat later at a speed that left an afterimage that could not be easily removed even by a warrior, but the priority was to remove the object that was blocking his view.

Wedge!

A dagger flew with a force and speed that was incomparable to anything before. This was also a level that even a warrior could not easily achieve.

It was too late to block, and it seemed impossible to block without being fully prepared, so the Demon King chose to dodge, but turned his head… and then flinched. Another dagger was right in front of my nose, as if I knew it would move in that direction.

If it were just that, I would have been able to avoid it by tilting my head back and leaving only a scratch, but there was another dagger flying at my chest.

“Tsk…!”

The Demon King bent his knees and tilted his head and upper body. At the same time, he swung his greatsword and accurately hit the dagger flying at his chest, having calculated its speed and determined its location in advance.

A dagger passed over my face and I heard the sound of the blade clashing…

Kaaang! Sigh!

“her…?”

I’m sure he would have hit it.

The sound of blades clashing was heard, and vibrations were transmitted to the great sword. If this means that I hit it with certainty, then what does this mean that is digging into my shoulder?

Before he could even accept and understand the situation, the hero dug in while the Demon King paused. This time too, it was like a movement in space, as if the same ignorant technique had been used.

Although it was only for a moment, it was an explosive movement that surpassed even the standards of a warrior.

Phew!

The hero quickly reached the edge of his vision and stabbed his sword, aiming for his heart.

“….”

I feel the vitality leaving my body. Demon King Caber looked down at the sword that had pierced his chest with an expression of disbelief.

“…It’s over.”

The ‘battle between the hero and the devil’ has ended.

The proof was that once the battle started, the restriction of having to do your best to kill the hero was lifted.

“It’s really over.”

In any case, one of the two achieved victory by launching an attack to suffocate the other.

One of the goals given by the world was achieved, whether by killing the opponent or being killed by the opponent, so there was no duty left for the Demon King in this battle that was over.

‘It always ended with my victory.’

Even in this state, I can struggle to kill the hero, but what forced me to move has disappeared, so what reason would there be? Caber had no intention of letting the world do what it wanted.

Rather than holding a grudge against Deon Hart, he is grateful.

…It’s really the end.

“Ah haha.”

I realized it too late when I regained my composure and looked back on the attack from earlier that brought about the end.

“You threw daggers one after another.”

There was another dagger hidden behind the dagger.

“One with normal speed and the other with that strange technique.”

Although it was only a warrior’s standard, Deonhardt easily threw the dagger and struck it down. If it was truly a threat, the Demon King would have avoided it or at least been hit in a vital area. By showing that the ‘skill’ had already been used once just before that, it instilled in them the idea that they would not be able to use it again and caught their guard down.

Immediately after that, he used the ‘that’ technique and threw the dagger. If the timing had been slightly off, they would have caught up with the dagger thrown earlier and collided with each other, which would have ruined the plan, but they calculated it well and made a bold move.

“Was it the technique to widen the distance behind and dig in and attack? It’s about instantly surpassing the limits of your body. “I didn’t know you could use it continuously.”

“…I didn’t know it was possible either.”

I had already used the technique once and had to squeeze out the strength again before my damaged body could recover. Because of that, my whole body is still in tatters. It’s to the point where I can’t even lift an arm properly, so that’s all said and done.

If only I had been able to lift the dagger, the current conversation wouldn’t have happened.

The Demon King spoke in an extremely light tone, perhaps knowing what was inside him.

“You should be thankful that you are a warrior. “That would be very hard on the body.”

“….”

I admit it.

My arms were strained because I was throwing the dagger with strength that exceeded my limit, and my legs were strained because I was moving so quickly. I might have used it once, but I used it again even before I fully recovered.

Thanks to the warrior’s crazy recovery, I can move like this now, otherwise I would have been crawling on the floor.

He moved his recovered body and took out a dagger. Caber, who was watching this quietly, sat down on the floor and pointed across.

“Even if you don’t do that, I’m going to die anyway. Even now, I can feel the vitality leaving my body.”

Because he is a ‘demon king,’ the speed at which he dies is only a little slower, but he is certain to die.

It’s an unfamiliar feeling to lose strength in your body. Is this really death?

“So how about we talk until I die? Let me tell you an old story. “It’s an old, forgotten story that only I know now.”

The dagger is raised as if he is not interested.

Caber grinned without a trace of impatience. A soft voice, like a snake whispering, filled the quiet space.

“Aren’t you curious about how the first hero and the first demon king were born and how their bondage began?”

“…bridle?”

“So, heroes are born to kill the Demon King, right? But have you ever thought about that?”

─Why do demon lords keep being born?

The dagger, which seemed as if it would strike at any moment, stopped and became fixed in the air. Caber’s eyes curved with laughter.

“The Demon King, like a warrior, is born again even if he dies. It can be said that heroes are born because of the devil, but why do devil kings keep being born? “Isn’t it strange?”

“….”

Like a hero, the devil and ‘bridle’ continue to be born.

I understand what he is trying to say. Deon quietly put away his dagger and sat down at a distance.

Caber laughed quietly as if he knew that would happen, raised one knee, leaned on his elbow, and rested his chin on his chin. He had an attitude of not caring about the sword stuck in his chest.

“Well, you may have noticed it to some extent by this point, but the Demon King is born to kill heroes. In the end, the warrior is born to kill the devil, and the devil is born to kill the warrior.”

“…Why bother?”

I can’t leave this out without asking.

As you say, it has no meaning. If this was going to happen, I shouldn’t have started in the first place. Deon frowned at the incomprehensible rules.

Caber, who was looking into the red eyes, rolled his eyes and spoke softly as if explaining something to a child.

“The Deon Hero and the Demon King are the world’s errors.”

Now a story older than any other story, not even in old books, began to slowly flow from his mouth.

“First of all… we should start from when the world was not long after its birth.”

“….”

“When the world was first born and there were no rules, the world began to establish a pendulum that would become the center of balance one by one, starting with the most basic rules and moving on to detailed rules.”

If we were to pick out some of the most basic rules, they would be ‘All objects fall from top to bottom’ or ‘All living things have a duty to preserve their species’.

“The hand of the world, which gradually reached out to detail and created rules, finally reached the living creatures ‘humans’. “At that time, the world was in the process of creating all kinds of life and determining its average standards, but this is where a problem arose.”

“….”

“[How should the size of human talent be?]”

They are a species with incredible intelligence. It will be one of the core races that make up this world, so if it is slightly disturbed, the balance will be disturbed. The world had to make careful decisions.

“As you know, it’s rare for rules or anything to be established all at once, right?”

Because rules, laws, and finished products come out of all kinds of trial and error.

“The world began to create people of various standards in order to find the right level of talent that would not upset the ‘balance.’ Of course, among those many cases, there were also people who were the most outstanding in all aspects.”

“…That was the hero.”

“that’s right. Of all the trials and errors the world has ever made, humans are the biggest mistake. “That is the first hero.”

At the time, the world was considering the balance of races other than humans, so it was postponed to a later stage. Once things were settled to a certain extent, the world began to find humans who did not meet these standards an eyesore.

A being who shakes the balance of the world by going too far beyond the standards of average talent that have already been established. A human whose lifespan exceeds the standard and who may die at any time.

“Then the Demon King….”

“He is a being hastily created to kill such a hero.”

We cannot just wait for humans, whose mere presence shakes the balance, to die naturally. So the world created a being to kill him.

Creating a race from an already existing race may create variables through breeding, so create a completely new race that cannot reproduce and will be disposable.

That was the first Demon King.