Chapter 162: Endlessly Suffering Village Chief (1/2)
writer:ClasslessAscension      update:2022-08-16 18:20
  The Village Chief's efforts had been admirable, but he simply had come over far too late.

  Jack had already subjugated the Devil when the man had barged in the magic circle.

  As for the rest, it had been challenging! Well, the tricking part had been easy. The hard part had been not to erupt in mad laughter!

  After the Devil and the Chief reached an agreement, the people inside the dream world were freed.

  They had all appeared in a room heavy with a blood mist. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, and the air was full of blood! As if that wasn't enough, the devilish energy gave it a horrifying glow.

  The players were all gone, all fucking dead!

  There remained only the villagers that were peering at the altar, their faces pale. Their state became even worse when they saw the demonic Chief coming back victoriously.

  At that moment, they understood that they would have to fight for the village's survival. They also understood that Jack and Seraphine had been vanquished.

  But a second later, they realized that they didn't understand shit!

  The village chief moved out of the way, revealing Jack and Seraphine. Not only were they intact, but the Demon King even calmly took out the throne Igor had carved him.

  As he relaxedly sat, they felt like tearing their hair to cope with the stress.

  What the fuck was he doing?! Couldn't he see the Chief that was about to charge at him and….kneel?! WTF?! He was freaking kneeling!

  What?! How the heck had this happened?!

  Then it got even more astonishing. Their enemy straight-up offered himself as a servant?! Why would he do such a thing?!

  Their mouths were open so large one could have fit an entire pack of hot dogs in there. They kept glancing between the two before looking at Seraphine for an explanation.

  She casually shrugged, mouthing a playful: "As expected of the Demon King."

  When the Chief finalized his oath, they felt like they were in a dream. Was this a trick from the Devil? But then they saw the poor thing next to Jack.

  What was supposed to be an incredibly malevolent evil was now nothing more than a small wisp of mana barely managing to float next to him.

  They even found themselves finding it pitiful. What the heck had he done to it?! It looked like it had gone through countless tribulations and had barely survived.

  Jack playfully addressed his new slave:

  "Aren't you angry?! Don't you hate me? But what can you do!" He gave him a bright smile.

  At that moment, many sucked in a cold breath. Jack definately knew how to hold a grudge! This was what the Chief had screamed at him right after the Royal Missive.

  "Now, you should kneel even lower, oh, and lick my boots clean." Jack casually ordered.

  The Chief wanted to resist, he truly wanted, but the oath's magic forced him into obedience. The more he tried to resist, the more he felt his soul tear.

  "ARRRGGGG!" He cried out in anguish, his body moving on its own.

  But just as his tongue was about to reach the blood-stained boot, Jack mercilessly kicked his face, sending his whole body flying away.

  The humiliation mixed with the pain….but then it got even worse. Since he wasn't licking, the soul torment resumed.

  His body was convulsing, he could barely move, he could barely think, but even then, the light of defiance shone in his eyes.

  God knows where he found the strength, but he raised his head high up, only to drive it toward the ground with incredible momentum!

  "You aren't allowed to harm yourself." Jack's decree came just in time. The oath's power forced the man to stop himself right before impact.

  A third of a second later and his brain matter would have only been mush on the ground. If only he had been quicker, if only…..but then he realized.

  This third of a second hadn't been a coincidence. The Demon had been toying with him from the start. The man had understood his limits from the previous fight.

  Was it even possible to escape his new master's evil clutches?

  Jack suddenly began rapping out of nowhere. The others looked at him in incomprehension, but then they finally understood the "lyrics".

  What he was shouting at the speed of a jet were all orders. In a matter of seconds, the slave found himself bound by an impossibly complex web of commands.

  He was now utterly helpless against Jack, without hope of any rescue.

  In the end, he had no choice but to crawl to the Demon's feet to fulfill the order. He wanted to fight it, but he just couldn't.

  As the NPCs saw the once-mighty Chief reduced to such a wretched state, they couldn't help but shiver in fright. Well, all except one.

  The old lady looked at it all as she breathed heavily. She wanted so much to be in Jack's place! Her legs twitched as she could barely contain her excitement.

  "D-devilishly handsome and benevolent Demon King…." She sent a begging look his way.

  "No need to worry. I keep my promises. You can leave now and I'll send him to warm your bed when I'm done." Jack shooed her away as she left, drooling.

  Oh god! None of the NPCs would have wanted to be in that guy's place! No wonder she had helped them! Jack had promised to give her the man she had a crush on as a reward!

  The ex-chief's despairing expression sure was comical!

  He lay lifelessly on the floor as he twitched.

  Jack completely ignored the worm. He was lazily sitting on his throne as he addressed the others:

  "Igor, I'll be counting on you to take care of the Training grounds." It would take a while to get his title back, but it wouldn't necessarily be impossible with the Chief's help.

  "Florist guy, either you become an honorary member of D.L., or I'm not showing you any more runic magic." The whole ritual had wetted his thirst for knowledge.

  "You can count on me t—"

  "Skip!" Jack just dismissed him. They both knew he was saying yes; he could keep the tedious speech for later.

  "Blacksmith, I'll send players to help you expand your forge. D.L. will count on you in the future."

  "I have a name you know it's—"

  "A Blacksmith only deserves a name when he becomes a master." Jack ruthlessly shut him down.

  The others were confused. Weren't the two on friendly terms? Why was he being so petty all of a sudden?!

  The Blacksmith widened his eyes in realization as he solemnly nodded, not taking offense at all. He even felt touched, for this meant the man thought he had the potential to one day reach that level!

  "You got it, Boss!" The Blacksmith exclaimed, showing a toothy grin. It seemed the two spoke their own language….

  That's when Jack turned toward the broken man on the ground.

  "Now, "Chief", was this all that you amounted to?" Jack playfully stressed the title.

  It didn't seem like he was done torturing him just yet…


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