Fifty years after the greatest war between humanity and demons,
which ended, of course, with the defeat of the Demon King and the victory of the hero,
everyone might have thought that the defeat of the Demon King would weaken the demon army, but they didn't know:
that despite the defeat of the Demon King, the demon army would not be broken or fragmented.
In fact, its penetration would increase, and it would launch attacks even more powerfully than before.
The labyrinths were still open, and the demons continued to attack,
under the motto:
"If our leader falls, we will not fall. We are not slaves who flee when our master falls; we avenge him."
These were the words of the demons who infiltrated and attacked.
As for the Demon King, a shrine was built for him, housing his remains, which had not disappeared from this world.
Humans and demons alike began to scramble to obtain these resources, but in the end,
...severance!
Blood!
Screams!
There were still some obstacles facing these humans and demons in acquiring these resources.
Because many powerful spirits guarded these precious items.
So...
Cut!!!
Many men entered this labyrinth.
Each one had their own class:
Archers, mages, fighters, and warriors.
This group was led by an old man who exuded strength, resilience, and caution. This old man was called Master Gregor.
"Master Gregor, we've killed these monsters!" shouted one of the men, panting and holding a weapon.
"Yes, Master, this wave of monsters is very strong and numerous," replied another, holding an arrow and a bow.
In the middle of this group, there was a man carrying weapons who looked exhausted, of course. How could he not feel tired when he was carrying heavy weapons, armor, and the medicines needed by the adventurers of his group?
Suddenly...
A slap!!!
The porter carrying the weapons was slapped by someone.
"Allen, look at your pathetic appearance! Who would have thought someone like you would stoop so low as to become a porter for this squad?" The person who slapped Allen was one of the bullies who had tormented him since childhood, Kyle.
Kyle had been one of Allen's friends, but one day, after that fateful day for Allen, his life was turned upside down.
Actually, Allen didn't understand the reason for his friend Kyle's change in mood, but he didn't care about anything except returning home with his family's honor and dignity intact.
He just glared at Kyle, relieved that no one had discovered them.
Because this group were mercenaries. If they had known that they had such noble sons among them, they would have taken them for ransom.
But what they didn't know was that Allen was an outcast from his family, and no one cared about someone like him.
But he feared for his life.
Because he had to prove to everyone that they were wrong.
And show them who was the strongest and most deserving of everything, in their eyes.
Anyway, back to that, Kyle looked at him with disdain and said,
"Don't worry, you poor thing. I know I dragged you into this, but don't worry. Don't you want to show your family your worth?" After Kyle's words, Allen fell silent because he knew he was right.
Because he wouldn't have endured this dirty work for nothing.
He was hoping for at least a small amount of the Demon King's power,
that humans and demons scrambled for like children at the sight of candy.
At least this substance could alter his meager strength and elevate him to a higher level. Highest
Where Allen's level was, as expected, F
While Kyle's level was D
And everyone else was different, either C, B, A, F, or E
With Gregor at the top, at S
This labyrinth was one of the most dangerous, known as the Maze of the Demon King
Where lies the Demon King who was defeated by the heroine 50 years ago
Now the squad faced B-rank spirits,
whose numbers were enormous
And some warriors had died
But they weren't far from reaching the Maze of the Demon King
Only one obstacle remained, one no one had anticipated
An A-rank monster was lying in wait this time
Not because it hadn't seen the adventurers approaching
But because it was terrified of a monster that had shaken the labyrinth and thrown everyone into disarray
Kyle and Allen weren't the only ones who were trembling
Not only them, but Gregor was also shaking
Because, as everyone had agreed to face the A-rank four-armed mongoose, they found that Something unexpected happened to them.
A giant Grim Reaper wielding a dangerous S-Class scythe.
It was a shock to them all.
Even Gregor, who had been recounting his experiences in the Human-Demon War, trembled.
"What the hell is this?!"
One of the mercenaries shouted.
"Injury!!!!"
"Blood!!!"
"A hole!!!"
Although he was trembling,
the four-armed mongoose wouldn't stand idly by and attack.
Instead, with lightning speed, he plunged his tail into the screaming figure's stomach, killing him instantly.
Upon seeing the body, Gregor abandoned his supposed pride and shouted:
"Run, everyone!"
Gregor screamed and began to run as everyone else tried to hide or escape.
But they didn't know who they were facing.
Because the Grim Reaper, with his razor-sharp scythe, charged at them.
To him, it was a simple attack.
But for the squad, it was like a fatal end.
Many corpses now adorned the royal shrine.
While Allen and Kyle ran in terror,
Gregor quickly disappeared into one of the whirlpools.
Someone who thought himself the hero tried to attack,
but in the end, he became nothing more than a decoration for the shrine, his blood staining the ground.
The squad dwindled until they were nothing but... A few of them
Allen dropped the heavy bag he was carrying.
But he didn't know one thing:
That Gregor had caught him and thrown him over the cliff.
"What are you doing?!" Allen yelled angrily.
"Bring the damned bag!" Gregor yelled furiously.
Then he continued his tirade. "The bag has all the damned supplies in it, and you threw it away. If you don't bring it back, you'll die. And even if you don't die, I'll kill you!" Gregor yelled in a rage.
"Damn it!" Allen cursed. He was faced with a choice: return the bag and escape the Grim Reaper and the Four-Armed Mongoose,
or flee from the damned Gregor.
He had no choice but to carry the damned bag back.
Because it was easier to escape than to be caught by Gregor and made into a meat porridge. Who knows, maybe he would survive.
And that's what Allen did. He went back to get the bag he'd left, which was incredibly heavy. But to his surprise,
the dangerous Grim Reaper appeared, and he was, of course, much faster.
Of course, the difference between F-level and S-level is like comparing a fly to a hawk.
It was difficult because Allen had sustained some very serious injuries.
But what the Grim Reaper didn't expect was that Allen was determined to escape.
Because Allen took some items out of the bag and started throwing them away.
Under the motto, "At least I'll lose some items and survive."
He started running, having taken a speed-boosting potion.
Meanwhile, the Grim Reaper stopped the chase for one reason.
Who knows what it was?
As Allen ran, cursing, blood dripping from his face, he finally reached his destination, where Gregor and some of the group were.
But what no one expected...
Attack!
Attack!
Gregor punched Allen hard, sending him flying out of the room with a contemptuous look.
Allen was initially confused, but the truth dawned on him.
The one who had punched him wasn't Gregor, but his former friend and current bully—and, even worse, the one who had instigated him to come here.
Kyle
"What the hell are you doing, Kyle?!" Allen roared in anger.
Kyle responded with a malicious, wicked laugh and a contemptuous glare.
"You stupid Allen, don't worry. I never actually considered you my friend, but it was truly astonishing to see someone like you struggling to prove himself and failing in a reality where you should realize you're a useless, powerless, and utterly useless failure. And of course, you'll end up like those F-men we fed to the monsters."
Hearing Kyle's words, Allen's anger intensified, and his eyes burned red with rage.
Every part of him bled while Kyle and the others laughed at him.
But Kyle was right. No one like him could survive without power. For if he had power, he wouldn't have been deceived by Kyle's illusionary strength, which he had just experienced.
Allen struggled to hear Kyle's last words:
"Goodbye, Allen. Enjoy your last moments. I hope the Grim Reaper treats you well. We'll return. And don't worry, I'll take your body back to your family and make you a hero." Kyle's words were deeply infuriating to Allen, who then left with a group of men.
As Allen lay awaiting his slow death, despite having suffered a minor attack from the Grim Reaper, he was startled by a terrifying sound—and this time, not one, but two. Of course, if not the Four-Armed Weasel and the Grim Reaper, then who could they be?
This time, Allen looked at them with a profound sadness.
He began to remember how his life had been and how it had changed.
His father's contemptuous gaze, his brothers', the bullying he endured from his family, and all the hard work he had put in. His fate.
He had no weapon to defend himself, so he surrendered to the approaching death.
And as expected,
He was cut to pieces!
The Grim Reaper cut Allen to pieces and left him coughing up blood.
Allen cursed and uttered his last words as he spat out the blood.
"To hell with this damned world!"
Random, useless words from someone who had suffered bullying and persecution from all sides.
But what Allen didn't hear as he died was a very malicious voice.
Whispering inside the body:
"Heh, finally, after so many damned bodies, you've found the right one."