The Great Demon King

Chapter 105

The Great Demon King

The Demon King who judges civilization. Among them, Daemawang, who is in charge of ‘society’, was running a fried chicken restaurant in Korea. Being a masked superhero is a bonus.

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Chapter 105 – [Raccoon Man Beginning]

PER BU BU BU BU BE BUBB!!!!

The continuous rush of fists shook the pastor’s whole body like a storm. Thanks to this, the sound overlaps and becomes terribly long. I really want to beat him in the air for about 30 seconds, but I was so angry that I would die if I did, so I gave it about 10 seconds.

“Come!”

“Shut up?!”

I blew bamboo bread in his face and shook off the corn, and as a final blow, I slammed him into the wall. The wall thickness itself was not thin, but the concrete wall shattered and flew into the next room.

Even this bastard building was built cheaply. Who in the world doesn’t use reinforced concrete these days and just builds with concrete?

Although there is a difference in unit price, I understand that the building is not tall, but it could be destroyed like this. If this is the case, at least build it in a different way.

I left Eugene in the next room and went to the room where the pastor flew away.

The pastor is in a state where counting unbroken limbs and broken ribs is faster than broken limbs, and a lot of corn is missing, so you can hear air leaking when you breathe.

His nosebleeds flowed and his pants smelled like urine, which made him frown. Everywhere you look, it’s mediocre. If he wasn’t a Force user, he might have died of shock from the pain.

Even under that circumstance, he giggled at me.

Because of the pain, I was able to laugh well as if the adrenaline was spurting out.

“No, no, you can’t kill me”

“Why me?”

“If you take me, the government will kick you in earnest.”

Exactly.

The reason I became known as a masked hero was because I killed the enemy species. There were various troubles along the way, but at least no one was killed.

Even though they killed Atlas’s test subjects, they were the ones who were killed by Atlas’ side first.

So even if I killed them, it doesn’t constitute murder because I killed someone who was already dead.

Murder is as great a sin in society as I consider it a felony. If I had killed people wearing a mask, an active arrest team would have been formed long ago.

Same here if I kill him. No matter how inhumane he may have been to the cult leader, he has to leave it to the law to deal with it.

But that’s the story when this bastard did it right.

“You now have two options left.”

“What, what is it…?”

“Salvation and Judgment”

Will you be saved or will you be judged?

It is the extreme alternative I mentioned earlier. At first glance, it seems that one side looks good, but the road to hell was open for both.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

It’s just the goodwill I show that I’m going to have a choice.

“Which one you choose is fine. In the end, it’s your choice. Personally, if you’re a god you believe in, I’m looking forward to what it will give you.”

Religion is largely divided into such stories. Those who believe in God will be saved, and those who do not will be judged.

If so, what kind of choice will the God that Pastor Lee believes in give him?

“Are you an idiot? If I were to give you a choice like that… Would you choose the better one?”

“That’s right. Choose what you like.”

“Keuk, kkeuh…!”

The minister giggled. Blood dripped from his nose and leaked into his mouth, but he didn’t seem to care. In the first place, his arms are all broken, so he won’t be able to clean them.

My shoulders shake at the sound of his laughter. I was laughing at how much I was laughing.

“There’s no way God will judge me! I’ve only done God’s will! I’ve given grace and increased taxes according to His will! My actions aren’t judgmental, they’re salvation!”

“Okay?”

Selected.

What follows is just a price for what he chooses. I had no intention of interfering further.

Anyway, my tastes are very special.

If it’s the same pain, I’d rather have the next one.

Pudeuk.

“…….Uh?”

The pastor made a dazed noise at something holding his ankle.

Of course I didn’t catch it. It’s not like anyone else caught it. If he did, he wouldn’t have sounded like that.

A hand came out of his shadow and grabbed his ankle.

“What is this?!”

“There is a place called the other side of this world”

The concept of dimension is to embrace one universe, but the concept of dimension behind it means the dimension necessary to maintain this world.

As the easiest example, there is a place called ‘Left of Reincarnation’.

It is a place that every soul passes through at least once, and in other words it is called the sea of ​​souls. The souls gathered there are reincarnated again after the memories of their previous lives are erased.

Of course, since the number of souls goes beyond trillions and goes back and forth every second, it is not possible to erase all the memories of those souls, and those who have memories of them occasionally become reincarnated.

Among those cases, Shion was like that too. Oh, except because I’m a special case. In the first place, I said there was a free pass. Hell is also a tour.

Anyway, the dimension necessary to maintain the world, such as the ‘Left of Reincarnation’, is called the reverse dimension.

And there was a side dimension called the worst among them.

Abyss (深淵, Abyss).

A place where all the negative things in this world gather, a dark pit above all else, a pitch-black hell, a stagnant figure of malice… It is a place with all sorts of dirty adjectives attached to it.

“There is no place among them as filthy as the abyss.”

The hands that had risen from the pastor’s shadow were no longer hands but hands. They were of arbitrary size, but all of them had a black color that did not appear to be human. It wasn’t black because the light reflected black, but black because it absorbed the light.

One of the most painful things I experienced was going into the abyss. Guilt can’t entangle me, but the pain of the abyss itself, which doesn’t cover such things, transcends royalties.

“The guy called Salvation. He’s clearer on good and evil than I thought, so he’s not a great man with a good heart enough to extend his hand to a guy like you, right?”

Do you want to go somewhere else to find agape love like Jesus?

You shouldn’t expect such mercy from a guy who was born human in the first place.

“I don’t know if I have the right to dispose of you, but at least they seem to have it?”

Again, do you think you would make such a lucrative offer? For a guy like you

[Pastor…!]

[You tricked me…!]

[Uuuuu!]

“Uh, uh, uhhhhh!!!!”

Even the kind of salvation that divides good and evil gives its own salvation.

It’s just that it’s not the salvation of the party, but the salvation given to the person who has a grudge against that person.

A certain level of malice can be dealt with in the ‘Left of Reincarnation’, but if it crosses the line, the soul itself becomes heavy and flows into the abyss instead of the ‘Left of Reincarnation’.

An abyss is, so to speak, a pit in the plain. When water flows, it can only collect in pits, where the filthiest things sink.

Yes, the souls of all those who were deceived by that pastor also fall into the abyss. And you will suffer until the grudge is shaken off.

“The pain you feel there is truly insane. No matter how delicious the food is, it’s only natural that you’ll feel pain if you eat it until your stomach bursts. What’s more, what if the world’s dirtiest remnants of evil were directly injected into your soul? You’re going crazy? But I can’t even go crazy there. “Because only the soul remains.”

Being crazy is proof that you have a body. But in the abyss, the body is meaningless and only the soul remains.

Those who drag the pastor into the abyss are likewise souls with only malevolence remaining. But this will save them. Because the grudge has been resolved.

“If there is a real hell, you must be talking about it.

“Aaaaa!”

The pastor was horrified when he saw the faces of the people who were dragging him into the abyss.

I know it instinctively. He must have been convinced that an unimaginable hell awaits him once he got there, and that he wouldn’t look good if he saw the faces of those who had a grudge against him in the first place.

He struggled and tried to get out, but I had already broken his limbs in the first place. Even if you endure the pain and try, there is a limit to what you can do.

Slowly his body began to sink. Like an ant starting to fall into ant hell, it was slowly and surely falling into hell.

“Sa-save me! I’ll do anything you ask! I’ll give you all the money I saved! I’ll tell you everything I know! Please! Please! Aaaaa, let me go! !! Mom! Mom !! Aagh!”

At the end, the pastor showed an ugly appearance by visiting his mother, as if he had gone from infantile regression.

I watched his end quietly without saying anything.

This man must pay the price for his sins. He takes humanity away from people, cheats and extorts money. Even so, the law of this country could not even properly punish them, so at most they would receive life imprisonment.

While other bereaved families are living in pain, I don’t see this guy living in prison without worrying about food.

Before I knew it, I couldn’t see the hand pulling the pastor into the abyss. It’s not a big deal, it’s just that it’s already sucked up to his neck and you can’t see it.

His body will now be torn to pieces by other resentful souls, and the rest of his soul will fall into the abyss of pain, unable to die even if he wants to die.

Salvation? Yes, that guy can be saved someday.

At least, it is only after all the people he has accumulated a grudge against are saved.

Maybe 1 or 2 hundred years is not too far off? The time axis is also slow there, so there should be plenty of time.

“Save…”

With those words, he was thrown into the abyss.

The pastor asked for his life until the end, but he did not ask for forgiveness. If I really had a sorry heart, I would have apologized at least.

The abyss that swallowed him slithered silently. Only the medium, which was his shadow, remained and was moving unpleasantly.

“What do you have left to do?”

The abyss stirred as I spoke.

The whole body was the same as pitch-black, but unlike the human appearance of the ghost, a monster with a mouth open with sharp and large shark teeth and red eyes that gave goosebumps abruptly emerged from the abyss.

It’s an outward appearance that doesn’t look like a human at all. Even the mouth could not be distinguished from sharp teeth. It was a bizarre existence, as if drawn by an elementary school student.

It wasn’t just that. If a non-transcendent being could see it, there was something that would cut the spirit just by looking at it. It’s like in the Cthulhu mythos, just looking at it drives people crazy.

[I called after a while and asked what was going on. Did you collect garbage in the abyss again?]

“It doesn’t mean that just soaking one or two of them will rot, so what? And since burning garbage is on a monthly basis… Oh, today is perfect because it’s Monday.”

[Well, even I feel relieved when I throw a guy like this into the abyss. Hey, I’ve built up a lot of grudges. Raping the soul first is tough for beginners to endure]

“Already?”

[I look at it after tearing it to pieces, but this guy seems to have a lot of karma. It seems to me that it will do that for about 1200 years]

“If you’re an expert, that’s it.”

He is not a ghost in the abyss.

The master of the abyss and the strongest transcendentalist. A co-worker of mine and a person with the nickname ‘The Strongest Great Demon King’.

The relationship is…… But it’s a relationship that can be called a friend. Even though the cliques at work are different, they have similar personalities, so they don’t care about that and have a good relationship.

They have similar personalities, they are harmless if not touched, they like cooking, and they hate things with high noses… Ah, that side is the dragon flying god side.

Anyway, I know him personally. Sometimes we exchange cooking recipes or something. It is this person who is spreading rumors in the neighborhood that the kimchi jjigae I made is delicious. It’s honestly delicious too.

Then, let’s start with a clichéd greeting.

“Okay, how are the two of you, brother-in-law?”

[I’m newlyweds these days]

It’s just like our house.

Except for the two over there.

The Great Demon King

The Demon King who judges civilization. Among them, Daemawang, who is in charge of ‘society’, was running a fried chicken restaurant in Korea. Being a masked superhero is a bonus.

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