Volume 4 - CH 45

Act 4-45: The Fall of Rotten Desire

【Death Metropolis of Flower】 Area 5―― Rotten King Palace

『Shi*t♪Shi*t♪Shi*t, Shi*t♪Shi———————————t』

The supreme rotten body would arrive anytime now, thus the Rotten King hummed happily  as he rolled in his bed, dreaming the rotten world within his grasp.

As the manager of this world, Holy Warrior Ares was the only one vigilant against the Rotten King. Thus, as long as Ares was defeated, no one in this world could stop the Rotten King.

Four great demon kings? Dragon race? Mythical beast? Beings who weren’t even divine beings wouldn’t be able to defeat the Rotten King. This had nothing to do with being good or evil. Definitely not a place for some mob.

Rotten King had already received a report from Maru, informing the former that the latter had successfully secured the ultimate vessel for him. The moment he gains an ultimate rotten body, this world will fall into his hands to play with.

『Oh right, it’s time for afternoon snack, ＤＥＡＴＨ. BRING ME THE SNACKSＤＥＡＴＨ!!』

Waking up from thousands of years of sleep, he wore his stylish dress before having the main dish.

『YES!』

The zombie butler bowed respectfully and left the room.

『Shi*t♪Shi*t♪Shi*t, Shi*t♪』

He floated from the bed, humming, sitting in the chair in front of grandiose round table; momentarily, a zombie maid came and placed a napkin on his chest.

『Thank you for waiting.』

Few minutes later, the zombie butler appeared in a chef’s attire carrying two giant plates. Cloth napkin hung on each of those plates, moving restlessly, indicating that the “Ingredients” were still alive.

『I shall do a live cooking show of the freshly caught human.』

The chef placed his hand on his chest, and bowed respectfully,

『Fresh meat! I love it! I’m waiting, ＤＥＡＴＨ!』

With a fork in his right hand and a knife in the left, he happily poked at the clothes.

After another bow, the chef uncovered the clothes, revealing a man and a woman, bound with some restrain on the plate.

The male being the shorty giving off a young master vibe, and the female a blonde-haired woman with braided hair. Both were crying and shouting desperately from the gags in their mouth, alas, it was futile resistance. Blood-like red liquid covered their body, restricting them.

『Are they domesticated?』

『Our scout happened to catch them in the wild. After washing them clean and using my secret sauce to cover them, I hope Your Majesty will enjoy their fresh, wild flavor.』

A smile formed on the balloon-like face of the Rotten King upon hearing that,

『Awesome, ＤＥＡＴＨ! Live, wild livestock(human)! My tongue smeared in despair is a really tough one, bu~~~~t, no one hates the sweet rotten taste!』

Rotten King shouted triumphantly; it was the usual nonsensical song.

Seeing the two “Ingredients” screaming even louder,

『Alas, the best is to start from the head――』

Rotten King opened his mouth, suddenly widening several times the normal size, showing the rows of sharp teeth inside. And then, right when he was about to take a bite of the woman――

『Beelzebub debu~♪ Beelzebub debu~~♪』

A humming could be heard from above.

Hearing that, Rotten King’s mouth returned to normal as he stood from his chair,

『WHO’S THERE ＤＥＡＴＨ!?』

He asked so despite looking around desperately. That was natural. Because that very place was the sanctuary created by Rotten King, a god’s sanctuary. An existence that could destroy it shouldn’t exist in this world. Even if they did exist, it would be at most as strong as him.

Thus, he wondered if that was Ares’ apostle? But dismissed that immediately since he paid special attention to Ares’ apostle and would realize immediately if they entered his realm. Also, his realm was hidden thoroughly this time. Thus, not even an apostle could ever hope to find, or infiltrate his realm. If there was someone who could do that, it would be Ares himself, or other gods――

As Rotten King pondered,

『Found him, Supreme Ruler-chama~』

He suddenly got interrupted by the bipedal fly who appeared out of nowhere.

『!!!?』

A glance at that fly was enough to instill an indescribable fear that he never felt before, he took a step back, preparing to fight with his all.

『W-W-WHAT THE HE*LL IS THAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!』

Rotten King realized that the bipedal fly before him was in a completely different league. They’re gods, moreover, one strong enough to stand on the zenith of each mythological system.

（DON’T MESS WITH ME! HOW CAN SUCH A MIGHTY BEING APPEAR IN THIS BACKWATER WORLDＤＥＡＴＨ!）

It was common knowledge that there was a restriction placed on each great god who stood on the zenith of each mythological system. And, they couldn’t even enter reality.

『N-N-N-N-No way…』

He raised a despaired voice as realization dawned upon him. A fact that this world would become miniature garden for THAT war.

（Y-YOU MUST BE KIDDING MEＤＥＡＴＨ!）

If his guess was right, Rotten King was almost convinced that he had somehow found himself right in the middle of war between ancient gods of GOOD and EVIL. The infamous Gods’ Death Game(Death War). It wasn’t a place in which a being like Rotten King wouldn’t even be considered a foot soldier.

The only silver lining of the current situation was the fact that the fly before him didn’t seemed to come from the GOOD faction. Rotten King still had the chance to get out of the pinch since the other party seemingly came from EVIL faction.

『Your Majesty name is――』

The moment Rotten King said so, the fly suddenly kneeled in a certain direction. That moment, the surrounding was wrapped in black light. And then, only few moment for him to realize that his Rotten King’s palace had already turned into a vacant lot.

『!!!?』

When he rose in the air due to the confusion,

『What in the world just happened?』

He confirmed that his surroundings turned into a vast vacant lot. His Rotten King palace, his kin who lived inside, everything had already been annihilated including the core of his palace, the only things left was the round table with two restrained living humans, the great god of fly who kneeled on their knees, and Rotten King himself.

『HIIIIIIII!?』

And then, he noticed. The fact that he had already been surrounded by a few hundred gods. Every single one of them could kill Rotten King in less than a second.

『IMPOSSIBLE! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLEＤＥＡＴＨ!』

He wondered what caused him to face such impossible line up? Initially, the bipedal fly was already powerful enough to rival the zenith of each mythological system. Since it come to this, Rotten King was convinced that something that he did had provoked the wrath of the gods who surrounded him.

The gods who surrounded the Rotten King only spared a glance to the latter, who raised an unsightly scream as he slapped his balloon-like face before they kneeled at once toward a certain direction.

In the direction they faced was a normal, weak, human youth, walking toward the Rotten King with a long sword in his hand.