Chapter 2: Trace on!
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And on the other day, “Demon Lord Gruragaramograd the Great numbered Twenty-five point One!” someone shouted.

And I was like, OH FUCK ME!

Not again!

 

Friends, guess what?

A spearman came!

 

Well, since that event with Megamon, more and more people came for me.

It was great that people started to appreciate my work of art, right?

 

BUT!

Even I, Gruragaramograd the Great, couldn’t produce heads endlessly you know?

 

So, I peeked out of my room’s window, and shouted back to him.

“Mr spearman! I’m busy! can’t give you a head right now! Please come back laterrrrrrr!!!”

 

Well, unfortunately, same as Megamon, this guy also lacked the ability to understand common-sense.

 

Upon hearing my words, his face reddened like a tomato and he immediately shouted back.

“W-whatt? H-How dare you sexual harass me y-yo-you HORNY DEVIL!”

 

What the fuck? Sexual harassing?

Why? And why the heck does my horn have anything to do with that?

 

Well, like I said, friends.

We can’t understand these idiots…

 

And just like before, the same scenario happened.

“My name is Simbalad! In the name of the seven deadly seas! Pacific! Atlantic! Indian! Artic! Medi! Gulf! Caribb! I shall bring forth judgement to all evil! …”

 

A, here it goes, another ultimate move…

 

He flicked his spear in style, spun it around very fast for three and a half circle with both hands, shifted his body’s gravity center to make an awesome pose and then started screaming with a deep dark voice.

“GAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE….”

His spear started to glow brightly with a crimson red color.

It was a nice spear, made purely of Leviathan’s bone, and had so many pointy ends to multiply its power.

 

But!

Didn’t I say that I’m busy?

 

So, before he could even finish the word “BOL-”

Pop!

I picked up his head up.

And then, i said “Thank you for the lovely head,” before turned around and went back to my castle.

 


 

Not long after that encounter with mister spearman, the event that changed my life happened.

 

While inside my room, as I was labeling his head “Isekai-er #198”, an idea suddenly came to me.

 

Like, Wah POW!

And what do you think that idea was?

 

Mehehe, let me show you.

I was doodling…

And thinking…

Isekai-er...

Isekai…

Another world…

And then …

Holy shit!

That’s it!

Why the fuck didn’t I think of this earlier?

 

I jumped around up and down like being possessed by the demon of joy, while laughing this insane laugh of evil:

“Uahaha! Uhahahaha! Thank you Isekai-ers! Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you thank you!”

 

Let-me-tell-you-this!

Oh boy...

That idea was ... brrrrrrriliant!

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-ILIANT!

 

I gathered all the heads

Lighted all the candles

Brought all the cupcakes

Drew a pentagram with orange blood.

And offered some unicorn juice.

 

All of that just for a single spell.

 

Yes!

THAT spell!

“I am! The ***** ... ! As I pray ….

 

“ TRACE ON!”

 

BOOOM!

 

Everything in the room except me exploded and all the cupcakes vanished!

 

And here it was …

A Map!

A map suddenly appeared on the wall in the form of burning marks.

And do you know what it means?

It means that…

 

I succeeded at tracking down where the their God is.

 

“Uhaha!”

“Uhahahaha!”

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