*Yawn*
"Lord, did you have a good sleep?"
"Huh, who? Ah, great, a demon. I am in Hell apparently.. Well, we all knew that was coming. Just expected a bit more fire and- hey ghost boy you in hell too? What a nice coincidence."
Said our hero, still groggy from his hard earned sleep, forgetting his newly acquired help in the form of an imp.
"Oh yeah, I think I remember something like that happening..."
"I thank my lord for remembering this lowly one."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's just get going, what do you guys say."
"Whatever you wish for my lord."
"Will my opinion matter?"
"You should know me by now."
"Ah, so it won't, how predictable."
"Silence worm, don't you dare speak like that to our lord."
"Yeah tell him, Timmy the intern!"
"...Yeah tell me, Timmy the intern."
"..."
"Only two days left..."
"Two days till what?"
"Nothing, nothing, let's get going, we have to find a new home for us, don't we?"
"...Sure, whatever, let's go. And don't forget my plot armor, or someone will get fired."
So the demon hurriedly took the cat girl and dragged her with them again.
"Oh, and Timmy-"
"Yes my lord?"
"Can you please feed her something when we find food? For some reason I was always bad with remembering to feed my pets. "
"Oh, what happened to your pets then?"
"Well these ungrateful bastards always ran away from home. Really still wonder how that little bastard of a hamster managed to open his cage."
"Did you ever see them run away?"
"No, of course not, then I would have stopped them of course. That's just what my parents always told me and would they ever lie to me- these fucking bastards lied to me, didn't they?"
Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
Realizing the betrayal by his own blood, our hero decided he needed to end himself out of shame.
"Hey ghost boy?"
"...Why must you speak to me?"
"You know, I always wondered something about you, and with always I mean I just started wondering a few seconds ago-"
"Please don't think in any way or form about me."
"How strong where you exactly when you where alive? Weaker then me, right?"
"Buddha no, I once fought a C+ rank dragon, and that was quite some time before my death. At my peak I would have been confident killing a B- rank monster at the very least."
"Wow.."
His spirit -*snicker*- lifted by the awe of our hero, he held his head up once again, something he had not done since first meeting our dear sloth friend.
"Yes, impressive I know-"
"So you're telling me, while I only needed a few weeks, maybe like a month and a half at most, to achieve C Rank... you needed thousands of years of cultivation to be able to kill a B-rank monster?"
"Ha, yes, I would also like to know if that is what you are telling my lord, little spirit."
Asked the demon joyfully, bemused by the torment of this poor spirit.
"...You should realize that talent is very important in both cultivation and the system. Considering my talent was the lowest tier trash possible, many people looked up to me as a hero amongst them."
"Congratulations, oh great king of the lowest of trash, tell me, your parents must have been so proud that their child is the greatest amongst all trash-
*cue evil laughter soundtrack on loop*
"Holy shit, someone get some water, because you just got BURNED."
And our hero too began to laugh while the spirit of the talentless cultivator tried to bang his head against a near big rock, while knowing that it will just phase right through it.
...About half an hour of a imp and a sloth laughing merrily together and a ghost trying to find ways to kill himself, the mood cooled down back to normal eventually.
"Well, while having fun at the expense of others is always great...I have another question, how strong am I actually in this world? Like I am C grade which means I am probably somewhere in the middle but any real examples on C grade people, or monsters or whatever really?"
"My lord, while I don't know much about the over world, but if you where a demon and in hell, you would be amongst the lower nobility of demons, a demon baron. You would have your own little fief and would live a comfortable life, of course only till whatever higher nobility you'd serve decides to go to war, in which case you would be on the front lines with him."
"...Huh, neat. Hey ghost boy, other examples?"
"..."
"Ah, the silence treatment. A familiar opponent. But one I learned to beat. You are the 48 person to use this method on me. The others have failed, shall you too, foe?"
"..."
"...Hey, Timmy, pull the rope out of the catgirls mouth so that she can answer my question."
*mmfff*
"So hey, can you answer one of my quest-
"YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS YOU MONSTER, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW MY FATHER IS A HIGH KNIGHT AND HE WILL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU."
"...HEY, RUDE!"
At the loud voice of our hero, the pitiful catgirl flinched back.
"Enough screaming? Can you answer my question now?"
"???"
Looking confused and fearfully at our hero, tears begin to form at the edges of her eyes.
"What now?"
"Unlike us, my Lord, this beast-blood is unable to understand the language of beasts. In her unworthy ears, your heroic voice will only sound like the deep growls of a ferocious beast."
"Awww, so that means she can't understand my wonderful voice? Poor girl..."
"...They told me I shouldn't have picked the mythical-beast-language course just to impress some girl and I did it anyway...my life is a pile of regrets and poor choices..."
"JUST KILL ME ALREADY, YOU WON'T GET ANYTHING FROM ME!"
"Is it me, or is she sounding totally unconvincing on the "kill me" part."
"YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I HAVE MAGIC CAST ON ME SO THAT MY PARENTS ALWAYS KNOW WHERE I AM. ONCE THEY NOTICE I AM NOT BACK THEY WILL FIND YOU!"
"...Why in the world would she tell us this? I mean, just why, wha-what possible reason-"
"Do not think too much about this, I learned early that humans are foolish beings, my lord."
"...Yeah, right sometimes I forget that...hey, quick question, do you know how strong a high knight is?"
"Well, I don't know how strong this particular one is, but they don't tend to get stronger than C-. If they do, they would have already achieved an upgrade to a grand knight or something along those lines."
"...Hey Timmy"
"Yes my lord?"
"What do you think about going fishing for a bit?"
"I am not sure what you mean my-
Realization suddenly dawning on his ugly face in the middle of his question, his confused frown slowly turned into a ferocious grin, one that only promises pain and death.
"I knew I made the right choice by choosing to serve you milord."