Chapter 3: Demon

“Who the fuck dare?”

For the first time in this life, I felt rage, but I’m a human right now, and a weak one at that. I can at best kill one weak demonic creature.

Never before have I felt so weak; at least the moment I was born as a high-ranking demon with growing ability, but now not only do I have growing ability, but I don’t even have a proper mana core.

Wait, what’s my ability again?

I once again begin to meditate to find out

“Apparently, I become what I eat.”

“FUCKER COME OUT HERE AT ONCE.”

This is getting annoying; I decide to go outside to see this worm. As I open the door, a fist imbued with lightning shot up at my face.

“Huh? You dodge that.”

"A pathetic fist like that can never-"

I raised my hand to block another fist coming straight at my face. My hand felt numb from the attack.

This is annoying; not only this body is too weak and fragile, even controlling mana is a hassle right now.

"Oh, you come prepared after all; you even have money to heal up your finger, and yet you haven’t paid back our money.”

“Look at this bastard trying to block Big Brother's attack; your hand must be burning right now.”

There are 2 men, one bulky with blond hair and a fatty with brown hair. Only the blond has ability, and the fatty is holding something similar to a gun, but longer. They still use it these days? Both of them are laughing like I’m a clown or something. ME, A CLOWN?

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“Look at him standing there in a daze; he must be trying to find a way to escape.”

“Don’t worry brother, with this rifle, I will make URGH.”

I sentence these bastards to death in the cruelest way possible.

By concentrating my mana into my legs, I dash up and deliver a kick right into the abdomen of the fat one.

‘Mana claw’

Mana claw: an ability belonging to the beast men, like mana blade, by concentrating the mana as thin as possible while maintaining the durability so that it won’t fade away from one attack.

Using my mana claw, I begin to dig my finger into his mouth and rip off his upper jaw along with his nose.

“AH-AH-AHHH”

“What the he-”

But I don’t want to end things like this. Using mana claw, I slowly begin to rip off features on his face. As blood on my face, I keep ripping things out till he becomes faceless.

Ah, I feel my stress being relieved. Losing to a mortal, dying in a nameless place, losing everything I have—each of these has put a weight on my mind.

So this is essential for my poor mind. I grinned, looking at my next prey.

The older brother can’t comprehend what just happened. His younger brother, who just laughed with him, has now become a corpse without a face.

And the culprit is smiling like a lunatic with blood all over his face and attire.

“De-demon”

"Oh, how do you know?" I picked up the rifle and

BANG

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH”

I shoot right through his belly and to the spine. I also clawed off his vocal cord and began to heal him. No to mend him off; make sure he doesn’t bleed to death; the injured is still there. I laugh at his suffering.

“KEHKEHKEHKEHKEH”

“UR-UR?”

"Well, to be fair, you just came to collect debt, so why should I kill you for doing your job?" I snickered

“But you make the grave mistake of offending this king, so I have to punish you a little." I laughed again. Suddenly a strike of brilliant struck down to my head.

"Oh, I know.”

I began to claw off his liver and ripped off one of his hands.

“UH-sniff-UH UH”

"Here, consider the debt payoff.”

I stand up feeling proud of myself, looking at the disabled thug under my feet.

I want to go back to the hut, but suddenly I sense something.

A source of mana at least five times more than mine is falling down from the sky like a boulder.

As I rolled out of my previous position, a crashing sound appeared right behind me.

BOOM

A middle-aged man with scruffy beard and disheveled hair, wearing a leather jacket and jeans. He takes a look around, then says with a hoarse voice.

"To think that you dare to turn my man like this, what are you?”

Looking at him, a little surprised, I playfully said

"Well, like he said, I’m a demon.”

And talk about his man; the older brother’s head was crushed like a watermelon.

“Such hypocrisy”