The Demon King.
A Demon King is like a star.
When a powerful Demon King dies, the lingering magic left behind gives birth to a new one.
A dungeon imbued with the previous Demon King’s magic nurtures that power, bringing forth new life.
The death of a Demon King is the most brilliant yet most destructive phenomenon in the world—an ultimate attack that annihilates everything around it except for its own dungeon.
Like a star that explodes to create a new one, a Demon King detonates their own power to bring forth the next.
And from the ruins of the vanished Demon King of Destruction, two sisters were born:
The Demon King of the Void and the Demon King of Destiny.
Among the Demon Kings who shone like stars, Void was the most radiant of them all.
“The brightest star has the shortest lifespan.”
A saying from the First Hero—words spoken as they pointed their sword at the very first Demon King.
Destiny, watching her elder sister, found herself nodding a hundred times in agreement.
Her sister had reached the end of her time.
Void, wagging her tail happily in front of a dragon.
Destiny looked at her with pity—the once strongest Demon King reduced to this.
“…Fate is cruel at times.”
Her sister, who once held the power to ascend to godhood, had fallen so low.
“…I knew your fate, but I still respected you.”
“I once wanted to surpass you.”
“I thought… if it were you, you’d overcome fate itself.”
“But in the end, you couldn’t.”
Void’s sudden disappearance.
Naturally, as the Demon King of Destiny, she knew where her sister had gone.
Fate had always whispered to her, in a voice neither male nor female, neither young nor old.
[…Void is finished. Next, it’s your turn…]
And like magic, when Void disappeared, Destiny—who had once been merely mid-ranked—rose to take the throne of the Great Demon King.
“…Fate is cruel at times.”
“But isn’t that what makes it fun?”
She murmured, taking a seat in the special viewing box prepared by the dragons.
It didn’t wound her pride.
The dragons were that kind of race—one with power and dignity to match.
But watching Void wagging her tail like that…
That, she didn’t like.
Wasn’t she of a race called “King”?
…Such a small child.
Destiny’s gaze fell upon a girl seated on the platform.
White hair, golden horns.
She was beautiful.
Even at a young age, she carried herself with the grace of royalty, though there was an innocent playfulness about her.
Strangely, the dragons beside her—except for the one with purple hair—were visibly trembling.
Destiny had no idea that among the three sisters, this girl was the eldest.
Just then, the girl, who had been curiously scanning the audience with sparkling eyes, suddenly pointed at someone with a smug expression.
That someone was none other than the Emperor of the Human Continent, seated right beside her.
The Emperor himself thought she was pointing at Destiny and smirked derisively.
“…Filthy Demon King bitch. You look no better than a beast.”
Sigh.
“This is why humans are such fools.”
“…What?”
Moments later, the Emperor was thrown out by the royal guards.
Just before his expulsion, he had the audacity to turn to the dragons and shout, “Do you even know who I am?!”
It was quite the spectacle.
The final words from the dragon warrior who kicked him out were especially satisfying.
For the first time in a long while, Destiny, who always wore a blank expression, let out a small laugh.
A powerful presence—someone who could dismiss an annoyance with a mere gesture.
“…Now I’m interested.”
Having heard that her sister had fallen for this child, Destiny felt an undeniable curiosity toward Minho.
“If fate wills it, we will meet.”
With that thought, she dusted off the hem of her dress where the Emperor’s foot had brushed against.
She couldn’t help but feel disgusted.
“…The sky is blue here, unlike the Demon Realm.”
“I like it.”
Destiny murmured, before finding herself involuntarily bowing her head.
[Welcome.]
It was the power of the Dragon Lord.
…Hngh. Hii, hiii…
Destiny felt a strange sensation.
Wuha.
What kind of creature is a Wuha?
A beast with horns as strong as a cow’s, the appearance of a rabbit, and the size of a pig or sheep.
Famously difficult to hunt, but its meat is said to be the most delicious on the surface.
In human lands, only royalty can afford to eat it.
But in the Dragon Kingdom—where hunting Wuha is easier than coughing—it’s a cheap and common street food.
Rumor has it that some human students come to study at Flare Academy just for the Wuha meat.
Having heard this explanation, I was excited.
“…Mmmph!”
“You eat well. I like that.”
Minho smiled.
“…Eat more.”
Mom smiled warmly, and Emilia, my sister, shoved another skewer into my already full mouth.
Mmmph! Mmmph! (I’m full! It’s enough!)
Mmmph! Mmph! Mmph! (Help! Stop! Save me!)
I was excited—until a certain moment.
Yes, I had been looking forward to it.
Right up until the kind lady handed me my first Wuha skewer with a smile.
The moment I took a bite—
Juices bursting.
Fat melting.
An irresistible aroma, perfectly seasoned with salt.
I thought I had ascended to heaven.
Each fiber of meat was so delicious that mere words couldn’t describe it.
It was almost absurd that such a thing was being sold as street food.
The first skewer lived up to my expectations.
So did the second.
Even the third.
Then came the fourth…
And the fifth…
And the sixth…
By the seventh skewer, I realized something was wrong.
This wasn’t right.
Something—something about the way the dragons were looking at me.
Like the eyes of a grandmother at a family gathering.
“Oh my, my little one! You’re so thin!”
“Grandma, I need to lose weight.”
“Nonsense!”
“Mmmph! Mmph!!”
“Eat! Eat more!”
“Aaaahhh!!”
For a moment, memories of my past life flashed before my eyes.
Back then, my family had been so warm and loving…
Who would have thought it would end so quickly?
At that moment, I suddenly felt down.
“Mmhp!!”
“…Minho, eat. Is it good?”
“Mmph!”
“Tasty, right, my daughter?”
“Mmgh?!”
“Hehe, how is it?”
One after another, Emilia, my mom, and my sister shoved skewers of “Wuha” meat into my mouth.
They each had one in their own mouths, too.
It seemed like they got them from somewhere.
Of course, it wasn’t that they tasted bad, so I chewed carefully.
The meat melted in my mouth, spreading its rich flavor.
Before I knew it, my gloomy mood had disappeared.
“…It’s tasty.”
But still, I was afraid.
If someone asked how dragons defeat their enemies, they should look at that army over there.
An army charging forward, not with spears, but with skewers of “Wuha” meat.
Instead of torture that spills blood, they conduct food torture that spills grease.
Truly, angels in the guise of devils.
And so, I had to endure the punishment of endlessly chewing on the infinite meat being stuffed into my mouth.
For the crime of begging to eat food…
Accept your fate, self…
It was delicious, though.
“I can’t eat anymore.”
Saying that, I collapsed onto the floor.
My mom, sister, and Emilia chuckled as they looked at my bloated belly and puffed cheeks.
Seriously, if I eat even one more skewer, I might die.
At that moment—
“Mmgh?!”
“Fate guided me, so I decided to follow it.”
A beautiful woman, scattering stardust, suddenly appeared and shoved another skewer into my mouth.
Looking at her, I mumbled,
“…Mmph mmph?! (Are you crazy?)”
I was already dying from overeating, and she still forced another skewer into my mouth?
She must be insane.
Do you also want to go to the underground prison?
I seriously considered using my “Ho-it” attack again.
“…Is it delicious?”
Chew chew.
Is it tasty?
Yeah, it is.
I nodded.
In the end, I diligently chewed and swallowed the “Wuha” meat.
It was incredibly good.
“…You, prison.”
“Huh?”
“M-Minho?”
“Minho?!”
“…Mm, excellent. If it wasn’t given by the dragons, refuse it. You’ve learned well.”
The woman, who had been keeping a strange smirk, froze at my words.
My mom and sister looked flustered.
While everyone was shocked, only Emilia gave me a satisfied smile and patted my head.
See? Emilia and I are on the same wavelength.
“I’m dying here, and you’re doing this?”
“…F-Fate…”
“What are you even saying? Prison.”
“…Well done, Minho.”
“…F-Fate…”
The woman kept muttering about fate with a dejected look, her tail and ears drooping.
Then, the royal guards came and dragged her away somewhere.
What’s with all this fate nonsense?
She’s a complete cultist.
Thinking that, I turned to my still-stunned mom and sister.
“Let’s go home now! The ‘Wuha’ skewers were delicious.”
“O-Okay. Shall we go home?”
“…Minho, you’ve gotten bold… You definitely weren’t like this before.”
“Minho, you were amazing. Just like Uncle.”
“Our Emilia saw Uncle that way?”
“…Yes.”
My mom, looking slightly dizzy, held her forehead and muttered, “…I’ll have to apologize and release her later.”
I beamed proudly at my mom.
I just did something kingly.
Shouldn’t I get some praise?
“You’re adorable, my daughter!”
“Hehe.”
My mom hugged me and patted my head as if she had no choice.
At that moment, I decided—I would continue to actively punish creeps in the future.
Destiny (So pretty!).
>“The brightest star has the shortest lifespan.”
A saying from the First Hero—words spoken as they pointed their sword at the very first Demon King.
How did King Se- I mean, The First Hero know that I wonder🤔
>At that moment, I decided—I would continue to actively punish creeps in the future.
DICTATOR MINHO!