[1. Accept adventurer captain Riff’s offer.]

[2. Decline adventurer captain Riff’s offer.]

“...”

I was at a loss for words.

Undeniable proof had presented itself right before me.

“Will you accept our offer? Or will you just die here. Wow. You can’t get choices as clean as this. Hurry and pick, oh honorable Demon Lord.”

The man gave an ill-tempered laugh. It was certain that the man couldn’t see the floating words.

Is it like that

Is it like that

… is it like that.

My monologue continued and echoed in my drifting away conscience, like an actor who forgot his lines on stage and kept repeating his last spoken line.

I bit my lips. The taste of blood spread throughout my mouth. The vividly raw taste brought my conscience back to reality. In front of me was a barbaric man with a broad grin on his face.

Willing or not—

I’m a Demon Lord in the world of Saint Society.

My head went cold.

As if time was flowing slowly.

“Mr. Demon Lord’s response is a bit slow.”

I gazed at the man who had just spoken.

It wasn’t only this man who had skipped shaving. The other people around us also had beards. It might be normal for these men to not shave.

And their outfits are old.

Way too old.

To be precise, I’d say about 400 years old.

Around the time Henry the IV of France fought lively against the Roman Catholics, perhaps. The clothes looked similar to the one’s worn by the people during the French Wars of Religion. They were outfits that should have been displayed at a museum, but no matter how you looked at these men, they didn’t look like museum workers/

“Are you really planning to not answer?”

“Oi, your honor Mammon.”

Demon Lord Mammon.

These people have been calling me Mammon.

That was the name of the Demon Lord who showed up in Saint Society.

There are a total of seven Demon Lords who serve the Demon King, each corresponding to a respective sin. Amongst them, Mammon was indisputably the weakest. He was just a simple tutorial boss that was created to ease players into the game.

Even a caveman playing computer games for the first time could beat him on the first run.

If I had to compare it with another game, then he was like a slime in the beginner field. As long as you knew how to click your mouse then you could defeat the slime. Mammon was the same.

And I should also add.

The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.

After the first run, Mammon doesn’t appear at all in the game. He was removed in case the players got annoyed.

Imagine telling a level 20 warrior to ‘Go back to the beginner field and hunt a slime’. It’d be boring. Mammon was a slime that you didn’t feel like fighting again.

And if I’m correct, I’m currently possessing that Mammon.

“…”

There was a bitter taste in my mouth.

How should I get out of the evil hands of these adventurers?

I’m currently captured by humans. If this goes on, I’ll probably get my head cut off or be taken to the city and executed. No matter how much I strained my brain, there's only one possible outcome I can envision, a BAD ENDING.

Even if I proclaimed ‘I’m not Mammon!’, I’d be grateful if I even got a sneer in response.

I couldn’t rely on Demon Lord Mammon’s ability.

“If you’re testing my patience right now…”

“The treasury is in Novgorod.”

Fine, I’ll play it my way.

----------------------------------------

ADVENTURER, COWARDLY LOOTER, RIFF HOFFMAN

Looter Riff.

That was my nickname.

Despite being an adventurer, I don’t hunt demons and monsters, but instead, loot other adventurers. That’s how I got the nickname. Well, let them call me whatever they want.

The people who honestly hunt demons are the fools, aren’t they?

The ones who live skillfully in the world are the ones who deserve to reap benefits.

Using common sense, people who fight monsters like orcs and goblins are idiots. I’m saying this very seriously and sincerely.

I'm a very serious and sincere guy. I hope Sincere and Serious Riff can become my nickname one day.

To live a not sincere life and become a corpse, or to live a sincere life and become a cowardly looter. If I had to choose between the two, then of course I’d choose the latter. Will I still choose the latter if I die and become reincarnated? I won’t ever die.

Hehe.

Regardless, light was finally shining down on my looter career.

Half a month ago, I obtained the map of Demon Lord Mammon’s Castle. I was lucky. There was a girl too pretty to be rotting away in some lowly village. I was going to assault her a little bit, but, while presenting me this map, she pleaded, “I’ll give you this, so please spare me.”

Hm? Of course assaulting a virgin is wrong.

But I really like doing bad things.

I told you already.

I’m a looter.

I’m Looter Riff.

I don’t only loot the pockets of dead adventurers, but the virginity of all the young women in the world as well. I hope that I can one day be called ‘Virginity Looter’.

Something like ‘The Looter of Virginities’ sounds like a cool title.

It’s good because it sounds romantic.

Thanks to this map, I was able to gather a bunch of random adventurers. I heard the Demon Lord of Greed is the weakest Demon Lord. As long as we knew where to find him, then it’d be easy to capture him.

We used an artifact that detected magical energy to search inside of the cavern. We wandered the dark cave for about four hours, but our efforts weren’t in vain. We were able to capture the Demon Lord Mammon. Amazing! The map was real!

“Look at this. This Demon Lord looks just like a caterpillar.”

My comrades were chuckling while holding the Demon Lord down.

“Looks good with his head on the ground. Let’s kill him already.”

“What do you mean, kill him!?”

I gave the person who spoke a vulgar look. You could gain a higher reward if you captured the Demon Lord alive. Also, there was something we still hadn’t asked him yet. Where the treasure was.

Gain whatever information we could get. That was common sense.

First things first, we beat the Demon Lord up and then asked him where the treasury was.

But this Demon Lord, his reaction was strange.

He’d suddenly stare at an empty space and he’d narrow his brows and lower his chin as if he was in deep thought. What is this? Is he an idiot? I vaguely remember Demon Lords being ghastly tyrants, but what is this small fry.

Well, since he was a small fry, someone like me could capture him. I have no complaints. I love small fries. I’d gladly decline Demon Lords like Aeshma or Abbadon.

“Mr. Demon Lord’s response is a bit slow. Are you really planning to not answer?”

I snickered and tapped the Demon Lord’s cheek.

“Oi, your honor Dantalian.”

It was then.

“…”

It was for a mere moment, but the Demon Lord had a dreadfully spine chilling gaze.

I blinked a couple of times and after doing so, the same minor small fry-looking Demon Lord was in front of me again.

Huh?

The atmosphere changed for a brief moment.

… was I seeing things?

Oh well. Treasure. Treasure was more important.

Let’s keep pressing this Demon Lord.

From today on, I’m Treasure Looter Riff.