Yoshi and his companions were escorted to the Council Hall of Nagano, a grand structure imbued with an air of solemnity. The City Lady and her council members awaited their arrival with serious expressions. As they entered, the traveler—a citizen of Nagano who had accompanied Yoshi and his group on their journey—stepped forward to recount the events he had witnessed.
He delivered a detailed account of their shared journey to the council members before bowing and preparing to leave.
“Thank you. Your deeds will be rewarded,” said the City Lady, her voice firm yet gracious. “You may now be excused.”
Once the citizen departed, the City Lady turned her attention to Yoshi and his companions.
“We are deeply grateful to you for heeding our call for aid,” she began, her tone tinged with both gratitude and urgency. “But there is a pressing matter we must address immediately.”
She paused, her gaze sweeping over the group before continuing.
“The Treasure of Resurrection, a sacred artifact, has been stolen from us. It is now in the possession of a powerful demon,” she said grimly. “This demon has used the treasure’s power to raise an army of the dead to wage war upon our lands—and it still desires more.”
The council members murmured among themselves as the City Lady gestured to a figure standing at the edge of the hall.
“Ririka Nakajima,” she announced as the knight hunter stepped forward. His worn armor bore the scars of countless battles, and his solemn demeanor conveyed the weight of his tale.
“He is the only survivor of an expedition sent to confront the demon. Due to his zombified physiology, he was able to resist the demon’s mind control for a time before escaping.”
Turning to Ririka, she nodded. “Go on. Tell them what you’ve told me.”
Ririka stepped forward, his voice steady but filled with sorrow.
“I am Ririka Nakajima, a knight hunter of Rank F (Tier 12) and the sole survivor of my esteemed group,” he began.
“Our mission was to locate and retrieve the Treasure of Resurrection. We tracked the demon to an ancient underground catacomb. What we discovered there was a nightmare. The demon, empowered by the treasure, seeks to create a vast legion of undead soldiers to build an empire.”
Ririka’s voice faltered momentarily, the memory clearly painful, but he pressed on.
“As we speak, the demon continues to resurrect the dead—whether fresh or decayed—and adds them to its ever-growing army. My fallen comrades are now bound to its will, transformed into mindless pawns. The demon’s ultimate ambition is clear: to ascend and be recognized as a true Demon Lord.”
The room fell silent as the weight of his words sank in.
Yoshi stepped forward, his expression contemplative.
“Hmmm… A demon aspiring to become a true Demon Lord,” he mused aloud. “I see now why the demon is amassing such a force. To challenge the weaker Demon Lords in its path is no easy task. But with the Treasure of Resurrection, the playing field is drastically altered.”
He glanced around the room, his voice growing firmer.
“By raising an army of the dead, this demon not only consolidates power but also creates an infinite cycle of reinforcements. Each fallen foe becomes a potential addition to its legion. Once it ascends to the status of a true Demon Lord, only then will its ultimate motives be revealed.”
"Most demons dislike being subjected to demon lords who take them for granted," Yoshi said. "Many will seize any opportunity to break free from that cycle and become their own masters."
"Now it all makes sense," the city lady chimed in. "It’s rare for a demon to launch an attack alone unless they're under the influence of a greater power."
“This is why we have called upon you. Nagano stands at the brink of devastation. We cannot allow the demon to succeed in its ambitions. The Treasure of Resurrection must be reclaimed, and the demon’s reign of terror must end.”
The council hall echoed with agreement as Yoshi and his companions exchanged determined glances. The battle ahead would be unlike any they had faced before, but they knew what was at stake.
Yoshi and the council deliberated on their plans to retrieve the Treasure of Resurrection from the demon and return it to its rightful place in the city of Nagano. Once their discussion concluded, Ririka Nakajima selected a small group of skilled warriors to accompany Yoshi, Joseph, and their comrades on the mission. Meanwhile, the remaining warriors, led by Lyra, stayed behind to defend the city.
The fate of Nagano—and perhaps the entire region—rested in their hands.
***
Deep within the ancient underground catacombs, the demon clutching the Treasure of Resurrection stood before a vast assembly of his resurrected undead army and summoned demon allies. His booming voice reverberated through the hollow halls as he addressed his followers, inspiring them with promises of conquest and glory.
“Our time has come!” he declared, holding the glowing treasure aloft. “With this power, we will crush the living, enslave the weak, and carve out a kingdom that will rival even the mightiest Demon Lords!”
The gathering erupted in a cacophony of cheers and battle cries, their voices a chilling mix of hollow moans and guttural roars.
Unbeknownst to them, Yoshi, Ririka, and their warriors had carefully surrounded the chamber, concealed in the shadows, poised for a surprise assault. The atmosphere was tense as the group watched the growing fervor of the demon’s army.
Suddenly, the demon leader raised a hand, silencing the crowd. His eyes narrowed, scanning the darkness with predatory precision. He sniffed the air, his senses heightened.
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“We are not alone,” he growled, his deep, raspy voice sending chills through the cavern. The treasure in his grasp began to glow brighter, reacting to the presence of an unusual aura. “Reveal yourselves… or be dragged into the light by force.”
Dark magic crackled around his clenched fist, and the undead began to stir, their hollow eyes searching the shadows.
Before anyone could react, a figure emerged from the darkness. Joseph’s hands were raised in the universal gesture of surrender, his voice cutting through the growing tension.
“Wait!” he called out, drawing the attention of both the demon and his allies.
Yoshi and Ririka exchanged incredulous glances from their hiding spots, confused by Joseph’s sudden move. Whispered arguments broke out among the hidden warriors as Joseph’s actions seemed to derail their carefully laid plans.
“What is he doing?” Ririka muttered under his breath.
“Improvising,” Yoshi replied, his eyes narrowing.
"Oh, Joseph! Not this again," Yoshi exclaimed, letting out a weary sigh. "For once, can you just stick to the plan?"
The demon’s followers murmured in confusion, watching as Joseph stepped forward with deliberate ease, his voice carrying a mix of nervous energy and calculated confidence.
As the whispers grew louder, the demon’s patience thinned. With a guttural snarl, he raised his hand, dark energy swirling around his claws.
Joseph, sensing the tension, spoke louder, his voice halting the demon’s impending fury.
“Please don’t blast me,” Joseph said, lowering his hands slightly but maintaining a cautious stance. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the horde of undead and demons surrounding him. “Whoa… That’s a lot of friends you’ve got there. Quite the party.”
The demon’s minions stepped aside, creating a path for Joseph to approach their leader. The air was thick with malice as Joseph walked toward the demon, each step bringing him closer to the heart of danger.
Standing face-to-face with the towering demon, Joseph tilted his head slightly, meeting the creature’s gaze with unwavering determination.
“You’re either incredibly brave or hopelessly foolish,” the demon sneered, his eyes narrowing.
“Brave, foolish—what’s the difference?” Joseph quipped, a daring smirk playing on his lips. “You know, I’ve always wanted to be a Demon Lord myself. Seems like a solid career move.”
The demon regarded him for a moment, his expression shifting to one of mild amusement.
“Hmmm… Interesting. And what exactly do you propose?”
Joseph straightened, his tone shifting to one of mock sincerity. “Simple. You and I team up. With your treasure and my, uh… charm, we could do more than just rule. We could ascend to something greater.”
The demon let out a low growl, the sound resonating like a distant thunderstorm. “How about you kneel before me and serve as my subject? Or die trying to play the hero?”
Joseph sighed theatrically, tilting his head. “Well, I was hoping you wouldn’t say that.”
In a flash, his eyes darted to the glowing treasure in the demon’s hand. Two undead soldiers lunged to restrain him, but Joseph moved like lightning.
With a swift, calculated motion, Joseph incapacitated the first undead with a crushing blow to its chest, then spun to deliver a devastating kick to the second. Before the crowd could react, he closed the distance to the demon leader.
“Surprise!” Joseph quipped, delivering a thunderous punch to the demon’s face. The impact echoed through the chamber as the demon staggered back, snarling in rage.
Before the demon could recover, Joseph seized the opportunity, grabbing his neck and twisting with inhuman precision. A sickening crack silenced the chamber as the demon’s body slumped to the ground, the Treasure of Resurrection falling from his grasp.
Joseph stood over the fallen demon, breathing heavily. He turned to the stunned gathering, raising an eyebrow.
“So… who’s next?”
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Joseph held the glowing Treasure of Resurrection triumphantly, but something felt off. The expected retaliation from the demon’s army never came. Instead, they stood motionless, their hollow eyes following his every move.
Frowning, he glanced at the treasure in his hand, then at the still body of the demon leader on the ground. Doubt crept into his mind. Something wasn’t right.
“What’s the catch?” he muttered to himself.
As his eyes darted around, scanning the scene, he felt a slight tap on his left shoulder.
Turning sharply, he froze. Standing before him was the demon leader, very much alive, a malicious grin stretched across his face.
“Surprise,” the demon hissed before delivering a colossal punch that sent Joseph hurtling across the cavern. He crashed into a stone pillar, the impact reverberating through the chamber.
Joseph recovered swiftly, brushing off the dust as though the blow had been nothing more than a gentle nudge. “Okay,” he said, wincing slightly, “guess I deserved that.”
“How the hell are you alive?” Joseph demanded, eyes narrowing at the smirking demon.
The demon didn’t respond with words. Instead, he held up the true Treasure of Resurrection, its glow far more radiant and pulsating with an ominous energy. Without hesitation, he pressed it against his chest, absorbing its power into his body.
The transformation was instant. The demon’s aura became overwhelming, the air around him vibrating with raw energy. With a sinister laugh, he began to duplicate himself, dozens of identical copies emerging from his form, each as menacing as the original.
Joseph stared in disbelief. “Oh, crap,” he muttered.
From their concealed vantage point, Yoshi watched the scene unfold, his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. “Joseph’s improvisation has officially spiraled out of control,” he said, shaking his head.
Realizing the time for stealth was over, Yoshi, Ririka, and their warriors revealed themselves, charging into the fray with weapons drawn. The demons roared in response, and the cavern erupted into chaos.
Yoshi and Ririka fought valiantly, cutting down the demon’s duplicates with precision. However, no matter how many fell, they would immediately rise again, their bodies reassembling almost instantly.
“This is pointless!” Ririka shouted, parrying a strike from one of the duplicates.
Yoshi, slicing through another demon, reached out telepathically to Joseph. “Joseph, you need to defeat the leader and reclaim the treasure, or this fight is meaningless!”
Joseph, weaving through the duplicates with agility, nodded in acknowledgment. “Got it,” he replied telepathically.
Facing the demon leader and his army of clones, Joseph smirked, his confidence undeterred.
“Cloning, huh? That’s a nice trick,” he teased. “Let me guess—you also threw in a fake death spell just to mess with me? Gotta admit, you had me for a second there.”
The demon leader sneered but said nothing.
Joseph continued, his tone playful. “I mean, are you sure you’re not already a Demon Lord? Your powers are pretty legit.”
Rolling his shoulders, Joseph cracked his knuckles. “Unfortunately for you, I’ve got some good news and bad news. Good news is, half my powers are back. Bad news? You’re still gonna lose, no matter how many times you resurrect.”
Before the demon could respond, his clones charged at Joseph in unison, their sheer numbers overwhelming.
“Alright, time to clean house,” Joseph muttered, bracing himself.
Clapping his hands together with immense force, he unleashed a devastating shockwave—a move reminiscent of the Hulk’s iconic thunderclap.
“HULK SMASH!” Joseph yelled as the wave of energy tore through the ranks of duplicates, slicing them apart as though they were paper. Bodies fell in heaps, dismembered and lifeless.
For a moment, the battlefield was eerily silent.
But then, the duplicates began to rise once more, their mutilated forms regenerating at an alarming speed. Worse, their numbers seemed to multiply even further.
“Of course, they get back up,” Joseph sighed, rolling his eyes.
As the clones continued to swarm, Joseph shifted tactics, activating his super speed. He became a blur, darting through the ranks of duplicates, delivering precise strikes that momentarily incapacitated them. Each movement was calculated, but it was clear the clones weren’t his primary target.
His real focus was the demon leader.
Breaking through the horde, Joseph faced the original demon once more. The two clashed in a battle of strength and wit, their blows sending shockwaves through the cavern.