Chapter 30: The New Demon King

Within the Demon Tribe, there has always been a tradition—whoever personally kills the Demon King inherits everything from him.

Including, but not limited to, his authority, his wealth, even his family, and his heart.

But how could anyone possibly manage to kill the Demon King?

Simply relying on the powers granted by the Demon King’s bloodline, one’s abilities would far surpass ordinary people.

Coupled with training, one could become an existence close to a god.

The people of the Demon Tribe all believed the tradition written into the laws about ‘killing the Demon King to inherit everything’ was nothing but a joke.

Of course, at that time, the only two-hundred-and-twenty-three-year-old Landis thought so as well.

Until one day, she appeared.

A Nine-Tailed Cat Demon challenged the Demon King to a duel.

No, it was more like she fought straight from outside the Demon King’s castle directly into the Demon King’s hall, leaving him no room to choose.

By the time Landis heard the news, that cat demon had already reached the Demon King’s hall.

She stood there holding her sword, facing the Demon King.

Her face was covered in blood—proof of the carnage she had fought through—but the other watching ministers thought this was only proof of her pitiful foolishness.

She must have expended a great deal of physical strength and magical power along the way.

Now, she was facing off against the Demon King himself.

Surely, she must be courting death.

But even so, not a trace of fear could be seen on her face.

Instead, it was filled with excitement.

The traditional law clearly stated that before the official duel, the Demon King’s family and ministers must witness this moment—to witness the fall of a pitifully foolish challenger or the birth of a new Demon King.

Panting heavily, Landis rushed into the hall.

She pushed through the congested crowd and saw the cat demon standing before the throne.

The first thing that surprised her wasn’t the challenger’s race, but rather her stunningly beautiful face.

This cat demon was about 1.8 meters tall, with a slender yet voluptuous figure.

Her skin was fair and taut, and on her exposed abdomen, faint outlines of clean-cut abs could be seen.

The muscles on her thick thighs were well-defined.

Her face was mostly covered in blood, but the glimpses of her porcelain-white cheeks shone brightly.

Beneath her elegant eyebrows, her beautiful eyes resembled crystals in a cave—dim yet emitting an enchanting glow.

At that first glance, Landis was captivated.

Why would such a beautiful cat demon seek death by challenging her father?

It was truly incomprehensible.

The cat demon wore only a commoner’s coarse linen garment.

In her hand was a weapon Landis had never seen before.

It was a pitch-black longsword with no extra decoration.

The blade was murky, like congealed mud, from which mysterious black slime continuously dripped.

When the slime touched the ground, it corroded the earth and bubbled like boiling water.

Yet this blade, which seemed untouchable by others, was gripped bare-handed by the cat demon, letting the sludge corrode her fair palm.

But the sword seemed delighted; even the slime stirred excitedly.

It appeared to relish being wielded by this cat demon.

Their eyes suddenly met, and Landis’s heart trembled.

“Looks like everyone’s here. No time to waste…”

She said, pulling the black sword planted in the ground and pointing it at the Demon King, Huya.

“Let’s get started.”

“Make sure you let me enjoy this.”

A gleeful smile curved on her lips.

Behind her, six tails spread out around her body.

Bathed in the light filtering through the stained glass of the hall, she looked like a deity carved within.

The battle unfolded under the watchful eyes of the audience, fighting from the ground to the sky, then from the sky crashing down to the depths below.

At first, the Demon King’s explosive power dominated.

Just when everyone thought the outcome was decided, things began to turn.

The Demon King started to tire.

He had used all his finishing moves, but the cat demon remained unscathed.

She grew more and more excited, her smile brighter and brighter, until she couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

In contrast, the Demon King’s expression grew increasingly disheveled.

Until a sword blade slashed across the side of the Demon King’s face, leaving a wound oozing dark, bubbling sludge—only then did the tide of battle truly shift.

More and more wounds appeared on the Demon King’s body.

His magical power was completely depleted, and his stamina nearly exhausted.

Now, he could only swing his great blade clumsily, his movements losing any trace of the dignity befitting a Demon King.

Everyone present widened their eyes in disbelief, unable to accept what they were seeing—their Demon King seemed to be losing.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be the Demon King? How come you’re failing so quickly? I’m not done yet!”

The cat demon’s crazed grin faded, replaced by anger, then disappointment, and finally boredom.

On her face, which had been filled with pleasure, it seemed she already saw the outcome of the battle.

It was becoming a game, like a ferocious beast that had caught its prey but didn’t want to eat it so soon, choosing instead to toy with it until it died from exhaustion.

“Ah… truly boring.”

With a sigh, the cat demon seemed to finally lose patience.

Casually raising the black sword, her eyes gleaming coldly, she moved so fast it was almost imperceptible. In the blink of an eye, she appeared before the Demon King.

Her speed was so swift that even he couldn’t catch a glimpse of her figure.

The black sword pierced into his body, declaring the end of the battle.

“Father!!”

Landis desperately tried to rush through the crowd, but the ministers beside her held her back.

“Princess, if you break into their duel without permission, you will be killed. This is clearly stated in the law!”

“But Father!”

The Demon King knelt weakly before her.

His face was full of despair as he looked at the cat demon in disbelief.

“This power… what exactly are you?”

A power comparable to a god—since the beginning, she had been toying with him, never intending to end the battle quickly.

She fought only to satisfy her lust for battle.

Raising the sword above the Demon King’s head, she said flatly, “My name is Mochi. When you descend into hell, remember my name well, Demon King.”

The sword fell, and the Demon King’s head rolled to the ground. It spun a few times before stopping in front of the ministers.

“Truly boring.”

She extended her sharp claw, reached into the Demon King’s chest, and ripped out his heart.

The bloody heart no longer beat in her hand.

She bared her fangs and bit down hard.

Bite after bite, she devoured it completely, as if eating an apple.

Watching all this, Landis trembled all over and collapsed onto the ground.

She opened her mouth, wanting to scream, but all that came out was a weak, hoarse sound.

Mochi wiped the blood from her mouth and, holding the black sword, slowly walked to the throne.

“Everyone, from now on, I am the new Demon King. Do any of you have objections?”

Her cold voice echoed through the ministers’ ears, but none dared to raise their heads.

Mochi smiled with satisfaction and sat down on the throne.

She crossed her legs, rested one hand on the sword, and propped her head up with the other, her cold eyes scanning the crowd below.

Her gaze suddenly shifted to Landis, who sat on the ground, dazed.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips, as if she had found a new toy.