## Chapter 510 – Quasi-Priest Kim Kat

“Hehe, what do you mean you lost me? I’m perfectly fine. I always come back okay, no matter what happens. Relax, Cloudie. I’m not gonna die.”
“Still… Haa. Kat, I’m sorry. I was right next to you, but…”
“It’s okay, I told you. Relax, Cloudie.”
“…Seeing you collapse like that doesn’t exactly put me at ease.”
“It’s alright, it’s alright. This is all part of becoming a strong warrior. I have to withstand mental attacks, too.”
“…”

Cloudie seems really worried.

It’ll take some time to comfort her when we get home. Anyway, she threw the completely torn-apart Vugal onto the ground, as if she didn’t care about demons anymore, and hugged me.

“Gheeeeck… H-How… Whyyy…!”
“What? Is he regenerating again?”

After being hugged for a while, Vugal wriggled his body, groaning in pain. But surprisingly, his torn-off limbs slowly began to rise.

ㅡSlither, slither.

This isn’t an unreal world, but reality. Even so, the guy was showing extreme regenerative power, recovering his body.

“He’s… regenerating?”

Wienia was also surprised and carefully examined Vugal.

The guy was only about 50cm tall. Vugal, having finished regenerating, floundered and struggled inside the pool of blood he had spilled.

“Y-Y-You little shit. Come here, you bastard!”
“Keuhak!”

At the shout, Vugal quickly crawled out of the pool and bowed his head in front of me. The little demon was trembling. If his eyes weren’t heterochromatic, green and red, I might have mistaken his identity for a moment.

This guy seems to be quite something, judging by his regenerative power… And a magic sword, too. There are so many suspicious things.

“What? Vugal, the demon of the sword? Do you have no pride? Bowing your head to a human, demons have really hit rock bottom! This deal is off, Mr. Mad Eye!”
“Th-That’s…!”
“Raise your head!”
“Yes!”

He got disciplined after a few smacks. Seeing this, the impact definitely seems to have gotten through… Strange.

“P-Please spare me! I was wrong!”
“Spare you?”
“I’ll give you my power, so please!”
“Give me your power?”

Vugal babbled incoherently, offering tempting words, saying he would give me his power. Getting power for free is definitely tempting.

But how would I know what kind of tricks he played with that power?

I’m not stupid enough to accept such an unreliable offer. There’s a high probability that I’d lose my body or become a madman the moment I get the power. The side effects would be severe, too.

Even if that weren’t the case, I have no intention of taking a demon’s power.

“Screw you, you idiot. I’ll raise my own power. Put your forehead out.”
“My forehead…?”

I immediately concentrated mana on my finger and flicked Vugal’s forehead.

ㅡPpaak!

“Keuhaaaaaak!!”

His horn broke and his forehead caved in at the same time, sending Vugal flying away, rolling on the floor, and crashing into a tree.

ㅡKwaang!

My forehead-flicking skills have improved quite a bit.

Looking at it, there was an eyeball that had fallen out along the path he flew. I picked it up.

“Hehehe, wanna eat an eyeball candy?”
“Eueuheuek…! Why! Why is this Vugal in such a state!”
“I’m asking if you want to eat the candy, you bastard!”

I couldn’t understand why so many guys give irrelevant answers when asked a question. No one answers normally, no matter what I ask!

“Animushinger!”
“Kyaaaaaaaaak!!!”

Enraged, I mercilessly fired a machine gun of forehead flicks like a madman. Vugal’s head, hit with more than two killing flicks per second, literally became a complete mess and exploded.

ㅡPueong!

What this kind of demon needs is an excessively cruel punishment.

ㅡSquish, squish.

Still, he ends up regenerating.

“Ueuuu…”
“You idiot. What the hell are you? How can you be so weak for a demon?”

He acted like he was out of his mind, then screamed at my question as if having a seizure.

“W-Weak! I am Vugal, the demon of the sword! Countless warriors have used my power to leave their names in human history! I have always been a mentor to heroes!”
“Bullshit. You’re talking nonsense. If you were so strong, would you have been beaten by me?”

Anyway, I decided to interrogate this guy.

Unlike Vugal’s mental world from before, this is reality. So there’s room to spare. I only used violence in his space because I didn’t know what he would do, but it’s okay here.

“I, Vugal, have the power to amplify the skills of swordsmen!”

The demon said, wailing black tears. Is this what they call a Dok-ra, no, a demon’s anger?

“Why are you shouting so loud! Shut up!”

I didn’t like the way he was shouting, so I tore off his limbs like Cloudie. His durability was terrible compared to his regenerative power. It felt like tearing kimchi.

“Uaaaaaaak!!”
“I said shut up! How many times do I have to say it, you little shit!!!”
“I’ll be quiet! I’ll be quiet!!!! I’ll be quiet, so please!!”

After doing that for a bit, Vugal regained an extremely polite attitude.

After all, there’s no better method than violence.

When I asked him about his purpose and what I was curious about, he answered with all his heart.

“Heeuk… The brat who was holding me until just now was trash with absolutely no talent for swords… I just used him for Suyuk in a hurry…”
“Is that so?”

The murderer I faced earlier was still quite something.

If ordinary guys had attacked him, they would have been chopped into pieces instead of being subdued. Several D-ranks were cut apart. It’s only because it was me that I was able to kick his ass; other guys wouldn’t have stood a chance.

But that guy was trash with no talent for swords?

It might be an exaggeration, but if that’s true, it means he’s a pretty strong demon.

For someone with no talent to be strengthened to that extent…

If you can get that much power easily, it’s understandable to fall for the temptation. Moreover, this Vugal’s characteristic is that the stronger the user, the more power he can give.

If a guy with just a little talent got his hands on the magic sword, a great disaster would occur. I nipped it in the bud. I’m only doing good things these days.

It seems like there was nothing but violence and torture, but I saved the world once again.

“So, what do you get out of doing all that?”
“More human suffering and… the negative emotions that come from it.”
“Just as I expected.”

The sacrifices are human blood and flesh. Suffering. And negative emotions. Not all demons are like that, but most of them want that.

So demons with power but lacking in their own strength make contracts with humans using power as bait, and then use them as they please, according to Vugal’s explanation.

Demons are demons after all.

“But you said Suyuk again? Why are you so obsessed with `Suyuk`-ing that body?”
“That’s the only way to unleash my original power…”
“Hmm.”

Demons can only properly use their power from when they were in hell if they properly Suyuk. Vugal is a nobody now, but he’s apparently stronger in hell. Well, it’s not that important.

“Why is your recovery so good?”
“That’s because I’m… a fairly strong demon.”
“Is that so? Then tell me your real purpose.”
“…”

After a moment of silence, Vugal answered.

“Actually, I was planning to use that brat from earlier to prepare for a perfect Suyuk… and then switch masters to someone stronger.”
“For more killing?”
“That’s right.”
“Well, that’s to be expected… But you know what? There’s something I’m most curious about.”

I’ve already subdued this guy. That means I can do whatever I want with him. He’s so small that he can’t even resist me.

“Can you still transform into a magic sword?”

I’m getting a little greedy. I’m also a little interested in magic swords. Of course, I don’t need the power he gives, but a warrior is bound to be interested in a high-performance sword.

“…I can. Do you perhaps want to use me? It’s not much to say, but… as long as there’s blood and pain, I will serve you at any time.”
“You’re talking too much, you bastard. When I ask you something, it means show me by transforming right away. Ah, shee-bal, you’re so frustrating! Quietlyㅡ”
“ㅡI’ll transform!”

Vugal, terrified at the raised fist, was enveloped in black smoke.

ㅡSararak.

And what appeared was a dagger about 50cm long.

“A dagger?”
“I don’t have much power right now… but you’ll like the quality. It has better durability than human-realm metals.”
“Better durability? You were just getting sliced by me earlier?”
“That’s because the original owner and… excuse me, what should I call you?”
“Call me whatever you want.”
“Yes. The gap between that original owner and the Hero-nim was too great. If the owner had just a little talent for swords, he wouldn’t have been easily defeated. Even if it’s sword energy, it’s okay if you’re prepared for it.”

He seems to be quite something, judging by how confident he is.

“And if someone with some skill grabbed me… they could have unleashed sword energy right away.”
“You’re that good? This magic sword is a cheat?”
“…That’s why humans call it a magic sword.”

I grabbed the handle of Vugal.

Anyway, this is a magic sword.

Of course, I have no intention of just carrying this around. This guy is a demon after all, and he’s been killing people like that. No matter what, he has to pay a cruel and terrible price for his sins.

Not only that, but the act of carrying a magic sword itself is too risky. Even if I’m close to the people of the church, they wouldn’t approve of a magic sword. Above all, the paladins would recognize the sword right away.

ㅡThen should I give up on the magic sword?

What I’m thinking is whether I can completely kill this Vugal and just take the sword. But if I demand that, there’s a high chance that even Vugal would shut his mouth. Torture wouldn’t work either.

Is there no way?
Since it’s said to be a good sword, I’m quite tempted.

According to the explanation, it’s better than ordinary iron, so it could be called a rare metal.

“I can feel the Hero-nim’s skill. If you allow me to grant my full power, you will be able to scatter even more blood.”

Vugal said that while I was swinging the dagger for a moment. These demon bastards try to tempt me like this whenever they get the chance.

Enraged, I immediately grabbed the Vugal-dagger and randomly smashed it against a nearby rock.

ㅡKwaang! Kwaang!

“U, Uwaaaaaak!! Keuhaaaak!! Stop! Stopppp!!”
“How many times do I have to tell you to shut up, you bastard!”

A sword isn’t a tool to be used like this. Every time I slammed the rock with all my might, the blade shattered and fragments flew. Vugal’s screams continued.

I subdued him like that and then asked.

“Ah, right. I’m just curious, but what’s your true form? Are you a demon or a sword?”
“Kheuheuk…! M-My true form takes the shape of a sword. If I recover my power, I can show it to you, but…”

As expected, he’s easy to handle because he doesn’t die.

“Is that true form the form when that nobody I was fighting was holding you?”
“…No. That is an infinitely weakened form.”

He has a separate true form.

Could it be that decorations increase when he finds his power?

It’s clear that it’ll be a sword that looks sharp and evil. It would be embarrassing to even wear something like that on my waist.

Hmm… What should I do?

I’d like to seal this guy and just take the sword.

It would be nice if I could just extract something like his soul.

If I were to seriously carry out such a task, it’s not a problem I can solve alone. I’d have to get help from the church or Risha. Maybe if I hand this demon over to the church, they’ll do that kind of work.

If I’m lucky, they might exchange it for a sword used by a paladin. It would be a great deal to exchange a magic sword for something similar to a holy sword.

“I see, is that so?”
“Yes, yes. Th-That’s right.”

I don’t need a talking sword. It just needs to be sturdy. How can I completely kill Vugal and just take the sword?