“Argh” I groan. Why is my stomach churning?

And why am I feeling nausea.

“Nope. Not nausea.” I mutter and vomit on the floor.

When I am done vomiting to my stomach’s content, I sit back down while holding my stomach.

What the hell did I eat to deserve this gut wrenching vomit?

While my hands are on my stomach I notice something which wasn’t there before. Abs. And not just any abs.

Hardcore abs.

Wow! If this gut wrenching vomit gives me hardcore abs then, honestly, I don’t mind it. Infact I welcome it and ask it to send me a few more so I can be completely ripped.

I put my hand on my bicep to imagine how it would feel to be ripped but I notice that I do not need to imagine because they are already steel hard and adequately sized.

What the hell is happening? I must be dreaming.

I check out my chest, my butt, my legs. Every part of me is ripped.

Something is wrong. I feel my head aching so I put my hands on my only to find something that something else is on my head. A pair of horns.

Oh Shit!

It is only then that it hits me to ask another important question. Where the hell am I? This is not my room nor any other place I know. And this chair is very large and comfortable.

I take a look around the room to find myself sitting on a throne in a very large room. I call it a throne because it is definitely not a chair. It is big and decorated lavishly with gems and gold, moreover it is very comfortable. And the room looks like a throne room which I have seen in movies and TV shows.

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The large door of the throne room swings open and in comes another horned person with unkempt hair and beard.

“The fire on the edge of the castle has been taken care of demon king. How would you like to punish the staff for their failure to prevent fire?” The horned person says while bowing before me.

The demon king? I look around to confirm that he really is talking to me. There is no one around so he must be talking to me.

Hmm! So I am the demon king. That’s good. Atleast it is a position of high power.

“What do you suggest?” I ask him.

He looks surprised.

“Do you want me to tell your esteemed self?” He asks looking doubtful and worried.

Was I not suppose to ask him that?

“Do you see anyone else here?” I say to him haughtily.

“Well… my liege… It would be better to have them killed for their negligence.” The man replies hesitantly.

I open my mouth to accept his suggestion but stop after realizing that I am sentencing someone to death. Moreover I feel nothing on giving out a death sentence. Better not make any drastic moves before understanding the situation completely. But some punishment must be dealt out.

“Just give them 5 lashes. That should suffice.” I say to him casually as if it is not a big deal while waving him away like I am annoyed by his presence. I did not meant to do it. It just happens. I hope it isn’t out of the norms.

“Yes my liege.” He replies like before which means I am doing it right.

“And send some servants here.” I add.

He shows no surprise so that tells me that I am an overbearing boss who does as he pleases.

A few minutes later a few servants enter the throne room and kneel before me. I kept quiet and waited for them to speak but they didn’t. They all looked the same to me. Same dress and face hidden by mask. This is so frustrating. Are they the servants or not?

“Clean this.” I order as a test and they leapt at my command to clean my vomit.

Ok. So they are servants. Even if they weren’t would they have rejected me?

“Guide me to my room.” I order again and 2 servants leapt to obey.

They guided me to my room and stayed there waiting for further commands.

“I will like to be alone. Make sure no one disturbs me. I will come out when I want to.” I say to them and they leave.

Ok. So this is my room and I am the demon king.

Good. Good. These are the things I know.

Now I just have to figure out what the hell is going on.