I will be a demon in this life!-Chapter 245

A few months later.

It was nighttime. On the border between the Venrac Empire and the Kingdom of Presial.

On a vast plain that looked more like a starry sky, there were thousands upon thousands of military tents in each camp.

Even so, the army assembled by the Venrac Empire was four times larger than the army of the Presial Kingdom and its allied forces.

At that time, on the Empire’s side were kingdoms that had voluntarily offered their support to help destroy the Sacrilegious Kingdom.

"Sacrilegious Kingdom" was the derogatory term used by the Empire and its allies to refer to the Presial Kingdom, which had allied itself with the demons.

Meanwhile, the kings who had become lords of the Presial Kingdom were already beginning to have second thoughts about the decision they had made.

...

"Who wouldn’t hesitate when faced with a powerful, centuries-old enemy? It is natural for the weak to hesitate, but to betray is another matter entirely," thought Mephistopheles as he opened his dark eyes, which had turned almost red at that moment.

Elegant, colorful clothing in shades of green, blue, and white covered Mephistopheles’ newly restored body.

He then adorned himself with gold and other precious jewels.

"Why must I confront the empire? That accursed, sacrilegious kingdom." That thought came from a king who had become a lord and was plotting to betray the Presial Kingdom.

In addition to that thought, by harnessing the accursed energy, he could hear and sense the intentions of all those harboring strong negative or ominous thoughts.

"Attributes," he muttered.

Mart Sevec (Stan Miller) Attributes:

Health: 151/162

Stamina: 234/259

Demonic Energy: 410/413

Cursed Energy: 43/102

Intelligence: 254

Strength: 282

Agility: 154

Perception of All Things: 208

Charm: 212.5

[Demonic Lineage: Sevec (Demonic Strength: Active)]

[Demonic Deity: Endless Demonic Energy (Available: 10 seconds) (Cooldown: 1 year)]

[Demonic-spiritual pact: Denio (High-level demonic spirit)]

[Evil eye: reduces the selected target’s rank by two ranks for one day (Requires 50 points of cursed energy)]

[Unknown Ability (Incomplete): (Inactive)]

[Ancient and Malicious Energy (Blocked)]

[Poison Resistance (High Level)]

Demonic Power Manipulation: (High-Level Technique)]

[Demonic Rewards: 1]

[Demonic Reward: Regeneration Pill (Demonic Tier) ×1]

[System Reward: 3]

[System Reward: Active Trait of Lust (1 minute)]

[System Reward: Active Trait of Sloth (1 minute)]

[System Reward: Active Trait of Pride (1 minute)]

[Reward: 1]

[Reward: Random Attribute +0.5]

"My stamina only went up by 3 attribute points. I’ll have to keep doing this over and over again for years, decades, and beyond to reach the ideal stamina level or earn a reward from the system," thought Mephistopheles.

He expanded his "perception of all things" using high-rank demonic spells to increase the range of what he could perceive, so as to take in what was happening in the human territory near the demonic frontiers.

"It seems they’ve set up high-rank magical formations, and there are also dozens of high-ranking individuals on high alert. They’re surely trying to ambush me in case I try to escape into demon territory."

Mephistopheles stood up and opened the two doors to the room.

Outside, Eliana sighed in relief when she saw Mephistopheles come out of the room.

"Heh heh heh, I’d almost think you were worried about me."

She lowered her gaze, somewhat embarrassed.

"Don’t worry, I was just joking. Do what you have to do."

"I’m very grateful, Your Excellency," Eliana quickly withdrew to inform the royal council that the powerful demon had emerged from his seclusion.

...

Mephistopheles was walking through the garden.

His footsteps touched the grass but did not crush it; it was as if he weighed very little, or as if every tiny blade of grass were strong enough to bear his weight.

"Mephistopheles"

"Heh heh heh, speak your mind, Prince Absab"

"The war will begin soon."

"Yes, that is almost certain. Thousands upon thousands will take part in the war, and thousands upon thousands will die."

"Will misery befall our kingdom?"

"Why do you ask me that? You must go to war, and you will find the answer."

Absab sighed and looked up at the sky.

"They outnumber us four to one. I don’t think we’ll hold out for long."

"Heh heh heh. Prince, you’re still very naive. You need experience. You’ve only trained to become a warrior; find a good advisor if you want to thrive when you become king."

"What do you mean?" Absab was more than just curious.

Mephistopheles smiled maliciously and replied:

"As long as you don’t die, your kingdom won’t fall so easily."

Absab began to ponder Mephistopheles’s reply as he walked around the garden.

He was about to ask the demon to be more explicit, but when he looked back at the spot where Mephistopheles had been standing, the demon had already vanished.

"I’ve already given you the answers you need; you need no more," words like a distant murmur reached Absab’s ears.

...

Mephistopheles hovered above the clouds as he gazed toward the Great Mountain Range.

"What lies beyond? I keep sensing a powerful hostility emanating from whatever lies beyond the Great Mountain Range—it’s like a warning. I definitely need to become stronger."

He looked around at his surroundings until he spotted a tree near a river.

He sat down near the tree’s roots in a meditative position.

[Sloth Trait Activated]

[Active Trait: Sloth (activated)]

Mephistopheles’ hair turned black and disheveled, his skin grew pale, dark circles appeared under his eyes, his body grew slightly thinner, and his horns took on a dull grayish hue.

Yawn!

"Even in my current state, they won’t let me sleep," said Sloth.

The grim-looking demon stood up.

The sky filled with a sea of dark clouds.

"If everyone slept, there would be no chaos," those words, spoken in a sleepy yet powerful tone, echoed throughout both military camps.

At first, no one understood what had happened.

But what everyone did understand was that the voice came from a powerful demonic presence that appeared and vanished in an instant.

...

Near the tree by the river, the Sloth lay sleeping on the grass with its head resting on one of the tree’s roots, after which his body gradually faded away until he disappeared completely.