Anything to Survive in Hell: From Weakling to Tyrant-Chapter 5 Order for death journey

"What a truly peculiar child, isn’t he?"

To think there existed a child with such a unique personality.

Elara, the great Overlord of Hell, had laid countless eggs and commanded numerous children until now, but this was the first time she had encountered one with such a distinct aura.

All her children blindly followed her.

The five Overlords of Hell. The fact that she could claim one of those seats was entirely due to the existence of children who would even throw away their lives for her.

Of course, Elara was strong even without her children. She could be considered one of the strongest in Hell. But merely being strong wasn’t enough to become an Overlord who divided and ruled Hell into five parts.

Along with absolute power, there had to be something that surpassed that power.

"Hmph."

The blind loyalty of her children.

From the child named Knull, such loyalty wasn’t strongly felt. What could be the matter? Was he a failure, which made him like this?

More than anything.

"Where could such a personality have been formed?"

It was truly an alien personality.

"Though I am curious."

That stimulated the great Overlord’s curiosity, but.

"I cannot do anything harsh to a beloved child."

She didn’t feel the urge to capture him for interrogation or dissect him for investigation. After all, wasn’t he her lovely son? Though they had just met, that relationship would never change.

Besides, they had just had a pleasant conversation. Since he had to participate in the ritual anyway, she wouldn’t do such things.

"Will he be able to do well?"

Thinking of her son who would die in the Mortal Realm, her heart ached. The Overlord clutched her breast, trying to feel that sorrow. Her emotions had faded due to living for so long, but... it would still be a lie to say it didn’t hurt.

"He is pitiful, too."

Though it was a face she saw for the first time today and there was no real affection, how could her heart not ache when sending off a child like this?

However.

That was all.

She loved her children. It was regrettable for a child to die. But even so, she would not reverse her decision.

Even now, among her numerous children, those belonging to the slave class were toiling harshly, yet she would not rescue them. Thinking of her children living as slaves still made her heart ache, but there was no emotion beyond that.

Similarly, thinking of the countless children currently fighting desperately and dying against the angels of Heaven on Hell’s front line made her heart ache, but it couldn’t be helped.

It was simply what had to be done.

To the Overlord, children were such beings.

Beings used according to their utility, who carried out her orders and met their end after living. She felt regret, but she would never stop such things.

Of course, Elara herself also felt a slight sense of wonder about her own psychology.

"If I were to bear a true child, would things be a little different?"

She lowered her gaze, looking at her lower abdomen.

And gently stroked it.

"Hmph..."

If she were to actually receive the seed of another being and conceive a child... wouldn’t something different be felt? But that had never been realized. Elara had never once received the seed of another male until now.

"The Descent Ritual."

A stale ritual that no demon took seriously anymore. A ritual used only for other purposes, without any great meaning.

In the past, the Great Demon King single-handedly invaded the Mortal Realm and brought that world to submission. He dominated it. He reigned over it.

The demons who had seized the Mortal Realm were more brilliant and powerful than ever before.

The demons held the Descent Ritual, performing the ritual, praying for such a being to reappear.

"..."

Her body grew hot.

"Haa... haa..."

Could such a great being reappear?

If a Demon King were to truly descend upon the Mortal Realm... yes. If it were such a demon, she felt it would be acceptable to take him as her husband.

"Fufufu."

Thinking so made her feel a little shy.

She, too, was a demon. A cruel, powerful, and ruthless Overlord of Hell, but upon hearing the words "Great Demon King," she felt a tremor deep within her breast. From a very long time ago, when she was a girl, she had yearned for such a Great Demon King.

"Haa..." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Of course, that would never happen.

Throughout the numerous Descent Rituals, not a single demon had ever produced proper results. That was why the Descent Ritual had become a stale ritual. Without results, it would naturally degrade. Even now, wasn’t it used for other purposes rather than praying for the descent of a Demon King?

"Hell would also degrade."

The angels of Heaven, completely unified under the absolute Lord, the Angel King, and the demons, fractured after the Demon King’s death, fighting amongst themselves.

For Hell to endure, a Demon King must be born.

Everyone knew that, but since the ritual to bring about that Demon King’s descent was in such a state, only sighs escaped her.

"...Perhaps I should rest a little early today."

As she gestured in the air, an ominous gate was created. Rising from her throne, she immediately stepped through the gate and headed to her bedroom.

A space where only darkness had settled.

Before she knew it, she was naked.

Her breasts, swollen as if about to burst, and her slender waist. In contrast, her large hips and buttocks were seductive, each one voluptuous enough to overflow with motherly love. Her figure, which made the lust and desire of any beholder boil like mad, proved that she was the mother of countless children.

Even the darkness could not conceal her beauty. She climbed onto her bed, leaned her back against the headboard, and slightly parted her legs.

"Haa... haa..."

The time for creating eggs.

It was the cruel Overlord of Hell’s only time for rest.

* * *

"Crazy bitch...!"

Despair!

"Fucking psycho bitch!"

Only curses escaped me!

"Cruel...! And ruthless! She’s trying to dispose of me with the same feeling as sending a pet to be euthanized!"

Mother looked at me and spoke sincerely in a gentle tone, saying she felt regret and her heart ached, as if sad, but that was precisely her psycho-like aspect!

What mother in the world would comfort her child with gentle words while trying to kill them?!

Crazy bastards!

They were truly insane!

They were already crazy demon bastards, so if a being held the highest power among them, it was only natural they would be insane!

"These demon bastards...!"

From the moment I reincarnated, I never liked them at all! I hate you bastards! I can’t possibly forgive you!

I’m truly fucked! I’m truly fucked, I tell you!

"Keu-heuk...!"

No joke, I, who truly have absolutely nothing, am about to descend to the Mortal Realm and become a Demon King, something never in my fate!

I’d rather she just hadn’t been kind. Fuck, I never imagined she’d pretend to be a mother and then spew such cold words! That hurts even more!!!

"Someone save me...!"

I can’t escape. Escape is impossible. I’m stuck. I have to descend to the Mortal Realm!

It feels like I’ll go crazy from the injustice, but this must be the fate of the weak. It can never be defied.

"I have to do something, no matter what."

Still.

I heard some hopeful words at last.

"If you produce results... you can return."

Mother clearly said that. If I, who descended to the Mortal Realm, showed some potential, she would secretly rescue me again.

Honestly, it’s a bit messed up that the place I’d be rescued back to is this crazy Hell, but having lived here for years, I do feel like Hell is my home.

It would be a hundred times better to live in Hell than to die in the Mortal Realm. After all, I’m a demon. Just as fish live in water, demons must live in Hell.

"To do that... I have to survive no matter what!"

Once I descend to the Mortal Realm, I have no choice but to do my best, whether as a Demon King or whatever!

But honestly, being a Demon King seems like total overkill. If it were a demon squad leader or a demon company commander, maybe, but rising to Demon King seems too difficult.

"But I have no choice."

For survival, I would have to do anything.

"Information."

No matter what, I have to gather information.

That’s the only way to survive.

I can’t just fall into despair and whine. That’s certain death. I can’t die like this...! I died unjustly over some trivial shit and transmigrated, so I can’t die like this again!

"...!"

Fortunately, I was allowed to stay in this palace. As long as my participation in the ritual was confirmed, I could borrow the Overlord’s authority. If I asked anything, there was a high probability they would reluctantly answer.

"But what exactly does a Demon King do?"

I truly know absolutely nothing.

I’m a blank slate, I tell you.

So, first, I need to find out about that. How does the Demon King Descent Ritual work, and what exactly are the criteria for being recognized as a Demon King? And what does I, Knull, a demon, need to do to increase my ether amount and raise my battle power...

"You there."

As I was thinking that, someone called me.

It was, as expected, a female demon with magnificent horns. For a moment, I felt her beauty, but having just come from an audience with the Overlord, she simply looked preety.

She really... was beautiful, though.

"I have received an order from Overlord Elara. I shall guide you."

"Yes."

So, she came to guide me, for now?

Let’s follow her.