The Daily Life of the Demon King

Chapter 244 - 244: The Death of the Location Boss

Alex stopped looking at the villain's crushed corpse beneath him and simply shook his head. He was slightly disappointed that he hadn't gotten to see this so-called villain, the one Rebecca had killed—especially since the fool had wasted time on dramatic speeches instead of jumping straight into battle.

Patience was never Rebecca's strong suit, and it drained especially fast when she got bored or tired of listening to someone talk. Alex had witnessed more than once how she attacked someone simply because their conversation had become dull.

Casting one last glance at the villain's remains, Alex shifted his focus to the people from Ryozanpaku. He had already spotted Hayato Furinji, the judo master Akisame, the karateka Sasaki, the old pervert Kensei, the silent Shigure with her adorable pet Tachimaru, and the good-natured powerhouse Apachai. Along with the masters were Kenichi, Miu, and Renka. What truly surprised Alex, however, was the fact that Kenichi's parents had managed to survive.

His gaze continued scanning the fighters: the boxer Takeda, his judo friend—whose name Alex could never quite remember—then Kisara, Kaname, and the group of girls known as the "Valkyries," Kaname's subordinates. Among those present were a few other secondary figures clearly connected to Kenichi. However, Alex failed to spot one particular character who should have been there—Nijima, the most cunning and persistent survivor of the group.

Before Alex even had the chance to greet the Ryozanpaku members, he was suddenly tackled by a green-haired missile—Rebecca. She clung to him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, showing no intention of letting go. Alex merely smirked, already used to her clinginess, and gently ran his hand through her hair.

The Ryozanpaku members watched Alex with interest, having noticed his earlier scrutiny and wondering about his intentions. But Alex decided not to waste time and get straight to the important matter. Walking up to the masters—still carrying Rebecca—he stopped in front of Hayato and smiled at the old man.

"I think we need to talk," Alex said with a friendly smile.

"You're right, young friend. We've already heard from some of Kensei's old acquaintances where you're headed," Hayato replied with a slight smile.

"That actually makes things easier. How about joining us? After all, we're in the same boat," Alex suggested, glancing at the masters and their students.

"Actually, we were planning to head to Tokyo. The radio broadcasts mentioned a military-organized shelter there," Akisame informed him, stepping up beside Hayato.

The moment the word "Tokyo" was spoken, a shadow of sadness and simmering anger flickered across the faces of Alex's group. The Ryozanpaku masters, being perceptive, immediately picked up on the shift in mood. Their students and companions noticed it too, a faint chill of unease running through the group.

"Young friend, do you know what happened to Tokyo?" Hayato asked in a calm yet wary tone.

"Um… how should I put this," Alex scratched the back of his head, clearly

Rebecca decided to play her old trick again.

"Attention everyone!" she loudly announced, drawing everyone's gaze. "My strong, handsome, and mega-cool husband is about to fight some loser who thinks he's the hottest thing! Bets are open! This time, his opponent can regenerate, so let's bet on how long this wannabe villain will last before he starts crying like a little girl!"

Everyone turned to Rebecca and saw that she already had a table with a betting book set up next to her, with a trio of assistants ready to take bets. Once people realized they could try their luck again, they rushed over, calling out their amounts.

The people from Ryōzampaku, still unaccustomed to such situations, watched the commotion with surprise.

"Is this how it always is here?" Akisame asked, addressing Brunhilde, who stood next to him with a neutral expression on her face.

"Yes," she replied calmly. "You could say it's a way of passing the time on the road. Usually, whenever something interesting happens, our gremlin immediately starts taking bets, and it helps people relax. They get a little piece of the life they'll never be able to return to. It distracts them from thoughts of how the world is almost destroyed... and that it's all the fault of the Evil Corporation. Some people still have a hard time accepting reality. That's why neither I nor Alex have any problem with what Rebecca is doing."

"Hmm... I wouldn't say gambling is the best way to pass the time," Sasaki mused. "But, damn, I want to make a bet too!"

With those words, he rushed toward the table, pushing through the crowd.

"Wait for me!" Kensei exclaimed, immediately following suit.

"Papa! I'll tell Mom everything!" Renka shouted indignantly.

But Kensei ignored his daughter's words and skillfully slid between people, earning disapproving exclamations in response.

"I bet on five deaths!" he declared with a wide smile.

"Then I'll bet on six!" Sasaki shouted immediately, managing to get to the table thanks to his imposing build.

"Alright, bets are accepted!" Rebecca grinned. "Don't complain when you lose. Stitch, take the bets from these two old men!"

Stitch grinned widely, showing all his teeth, and, like a true professional, expertly accepted the bets from Sasaki and Kensei. He even handed them tickets confirming their bets in case they won. Akisame, observing the behavior of his old friends, simply shook his head with a crooked smile. Renka was the most embarrassed—her father's behavior made her seriously consider whether she should just beat him right then and there.

Meanwhile, Alex stood opposite Ogata, who was finishing his regeneration, and was contemplating the best way to deal with him. He heard the commotion on the ferry, but paid no attention to it—people were having fun, and that suited him fine.

"Girls, who wants to help me this time?" Alex asked, addressing the Valkyries.

"I will!" a cheerful voice rang out. "I'm tired of sitting in your spiritual space, I want to breathe fresh air, even if this world is crawling with zombies."

Behind Alex, Hlökk appeared in her spiritual form, her eyes sparkling with impatience.

Alex smirked, sensing the enthusiasm in her voice, but didn't say anything. At that moment, Ogata had fully regenerated his body. Alex raised an eyebrow—his opponent's cloak had regenerated as well, which only confirmed his suspicions. He knew who was standing before him. The first antagonist from the manga about Kenichi—the very same Ogata.

Alex quietly snickered to himself. It didn't surprise him much—the villain of this caliber fit perfectly into the ranks of the Evil Corporation. He remembered how Ogata had always sought power, and now it was clear that the corporation had given him exactly what he had craved.

However, Ogata was still not paying attention to what was happening around him. He was fully absorbed in studying his own body. He hadn't expected the serum that had been injected into him to grant him such power—the ability to regenerate even a completely destroyed body.

"Hahaha! I knew it! I knew it! This power... it's magnificent! Now I'm invincible!" he burst into manic laughter.

"Nope, I don't think so," Alex calmly interrupted him.

Ogata sharply turned his gaze to him, only now realizing that the opponent had been standing in front of him all this time. Alex, looking completely relaxed, lazily held a cigarette between his fingers and watched him with a slight smirk.

"Don't stare at me like that," Alex chuckled, exhaling a cloud of smoke toward Ogata. "I'm not interested in guys. Especially ones like you—those who blindly follow the 'How to Be a Half-Baked Villain' manual."

"You!" Ogata narrowed his eyes in irritation.

"Me!" Alex mocked him with the same tone.

Ogata hesitated for a moment, not expecting such a response. An awkward silence settled between them, but it didn't last long—the gremlin on the ferry couldn't hold back and burst out laughing loudly.

Rebecca laughed so contagiously that even some of the spectators on the deck couldn't help but smirk. But this only enraged Ogata. He quickly glanced toward the ferry and glared at Rebecca with hatred.

"It was you who shot me, you disgusting girl!" he snarled, his eyes blazing with fury.

Rebecca immediately stopped laughing, but only to give Ogata a defiant look, as if saying, "Go ahead, try to attack if you dare."

Ogata ground his teeth and, without hesitation, charged toward her. He completely ignored Alex, leapt into the air, and aimed to attack Rebecca.

But just as he was in mid-air, a slipper suddenly appeared in front of his face.

Before Ogata could even comprehend what was happening, the sole of the slipper slammed into his face with such force that his body was sent flying backward, crashing into the concrete.

Alex, now standing at the spot where the impact had occurred, lazily held the slipper in his hand, the sole now stained with his opponent's blood.

"Hey, idiot, did you lose your fear?" he asked coldly, looking down at Ogata. "Or did you really think some mutt like you could attack my gremlin?"

Alex took a deep drag from his cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and smirked.

"Yeah, I get it, you got shot. But it's your own fault—you were born an idiot."

Rebecca, standing on the ferry, proudly raised her head. This was far from the first time someone had tried to attack her, and Alex had always intervened immediately. She had provoked people with her personality so many times that those who had known her for a long time had lost count. But since Alex came into her life, he had always stood up to protect her.

All eyes were on Rebecca, who, with a smug smirk, tilted her chin in satisfaction.

"Is he always this unreasonable? She was the one who shot him first without warning," Kisara asked curiously, pointing at Alex.

"Most of the time," Brunhilde replied, nodding her head. "But usually, it only concerns his family."

Meanwhile, Alex was standing not far from the spot where Ogata had crashed. He exhaled casually and tossed the slipper on the floor to put it back on. Then, he pulled out a pair of black gloves that had transformed into Hlökk, and, holding one glove in his teeth, began pulling on the other.

"You're a pervert!" Hlökk squealed indignantly, blushing and tugging at Alex's hair. "Take me out of your mouth right now! Have you no shame?!"

"Oh, come on," Alex replied with a smirk, ignoring her protests. "You literally live inside me. Besides, you kissed me first. What's the difference?"

"That's different!" Hlökk hissed, continuing to pull at his hair. "You're a pervert!"

Alex just shook his head, listening to her strange accusations, but Hlökk wasn't going to give up. Trying to hide her embarrassment, she stubbornly kept tugging at his hair.

At the same time, Ogata had already gotten up from the ground. His gaze was filled with rage. He shifted his eyes from Alex to Rebecca, who, despite the situation, continued to stare at him defiantly, almost mocking him.

"First, I'll kill you, and then I'll deal with that green-haired bitch," he growled hoarsely.

Alex looked at him indifferently and slowly pulled on his gloves.

"You can try, but that attempt will cost you your life," he said dismissively.

Ogata's eyes flashed with hatred, and he lunged forward, swinging his fist for a strike. But just as his punch was about to reach Alex's face, it suddenly froze in mid-air. His arm couldn't move an inch.

Confusion flickered in Ogata's eyes. He simply couldn't understand what had stopped him.

Alex, noticing this, just smirked.

"Wondering why your punch froze? Take a closer look," he said lazily.

Ogata looked at his hand... and only then noticed the thin threads wrapped around his limb.

Alex slowly moved his index finger, and in the next moment, Ogata's arm exploded into dozens of bloody pieces. Bright red blood sprayed onto the floor, forming a puddle at his feet.

Ogata recoiled, his face contorted in agony. He looked at his shoulder in horror—his arm was now just a stump just above the elbow.

"Don't be surprised," Alex grinned widely. "The most interesting part is just beginning."

Ogata furrowed his brow, staring intently at Alex. His severed arm was slowly healing, but it wasn't regenerating completely. Squinting, he noticed the thin iron threads dancing around Alex—almost invisible, but deadly.

Realizing that a direct confrontation wouldn't bring success, Ogata changed his tactic. He began using his rapid movement technique, disappearing and reappearing in different spots, searching for the moment to attack from his blind spot.

Alex, on the other hand, stood with a carefree expression, lazily watching his movements. Out of boredom, he even yawned, which Ogata took as a sign of weakening vigilance—a perfect moment for an attack. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Alex, raising his leg for a strike.

But once again, the attack froze in mid-air.

Ogata froze, realizing something was holding him back again. Alex, having caught him in a trap, turned around, looking at him with a mocking smile.

"You must be incredibly stupid. You already knew I used threads in battle, yet you still decided to attack at close range. Did your regeneration damage your brain? Or have you always been like this?" Alex sighed, as if reprimanding a careless student. "Was it really that hard to use the entire port area to make it harder for me to fight? You could have destroyed the surroundings to limit my movements, or at least hidden from my sight... But I guess the new power has gotten to your head, and you've forgotten the basics."

"Stop talking to him!" Rebecca shouted from the ferry. "Just kill him and let's move on! He's going to start giving his villain speech about how everyone underestimated him! They ALWAYS say the same thing!"

Alex glanced at Rebecca, who was impatiently stomping her foot, irritated by the delay. He smirked and shook his head—such a true gremlin.

"As you can see, my wife isn't in the mood to listen to your speeches. So I'm afraid this is your end." With those words, he looked at Ogata with a light, almost sympathetic smile.

"You..." Ogata opened his mouth, but he didn't get a chance to finish.

Alex lazily moved his fingers—and Ogata's body exploded into dozens of pieces, sliced by the invisible threads.

But Alex wasn't about to make the classic mistake of leaving his enemy a chance to revive. Taking a tiny black sphere from his pocket, he carelessly threw it into the bloody mess of flesh and bone. The moment the sphere touched the ground, flames erupted.

The screams of pain filled the air, full of fear and a desire not to die. Alex didn't even pay attention to them—too many overconfident idiots thought they became all-powerful after gaining a bit of power.

He just shook his head and jumped onto the ferry.

To be continued…

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