I will be a demon in this life!-Chapter 230

Commander Sitan Bokar bowed respectfully as he entered the study accompanied by a demon with dark, shiny skin and completely red eyes, who had a dark red horn on his forehead. The demon wore dark clothes that clung to his slender body.

"Your Excellency, I am Lenquer, the deputy leader of the Deep Sleep guild."

"It is an honor. Please take a seat," Mart said, pointing to a comfortable armchair.

Out of respect for the deputy leader of the demonic assassins’ guild, Mart sat down in another armchair opposite Lenquer.

Sitan Bokar remained standing next to Mart.

Lenquer placed his feet on a low coffee table and asked Mart in a deep, sinister tone:

"Who do you wish to kill?"

Mart waved his left hand, and a chest appeared on the coffee table.

Lenquer looked at the contents of the chest: 50 high-ranking demonic potions.

Mart stored the chest back in his demonic ring and took out another chest filled with gold, gold he had obtained by killing some high-ranking demons using the identity he called "Rens."

Once again, the chest disappeared and a chest containing six high-ranking demonic gems appeared.

Lenquer remained silent and looked at Mart inquiringly.

"I want you to infiltrate the war that is about to take place in human territory. Kill as many high-ranking humans belonging to the human empire as you can. My offer will be one chest of your choice for each human killed with power equivalent to the sixth demon rank. Three chests for every human with power equivalent to the seventh rank; and nine chests for any human with power equivalent to the eighth demonic rank."

After hearing Mart’s offer, Lenquer replied:

"It can be done, but I want three chests as collateral. I will make a demonic oath..."

"It is not necessary. I will only exterminate anyone who dares to play with me." Mart raised his power to the "maximum point" of the eighth rank.

Lenquer felt the oppressive power but was not intimidated.

Mart’s goal was not to intimidate Lenquer, but to assess the abilities of the deputy leader of the demonic assassins’ guild.

Mart nodded and waved his left hand, causing three chests to appear. One on the coffee table and the others on either side.

"We will not disappoint you, Marquis Sevec," Lenquer stored the chests in his own demon ring and left the study room, followed by Commander Sitan Bokar.

Mart sat down in his comfortable armchair in front of the desk, glanced at some bottles of liquor on a shelf, shook his head, and went back to reading the reports and requests.

....

Days later.

In broad daylight.

In the middle of a calm river, a dark-skinned demon with dark red horns, slight wrinkles on his face, eyes with black sclera and red irises, thick reddish-black hair, dressed in a green and gold shirt, white pants, and holding a fishing rod, welcomed Lenquer into his wooden boat.

"Leader, we have received an assignment from the marquis..."

Bolcan Sertuner listened to Lenquer’s full explanation.

"The pay is good. Use some of our treasures to pay the human informants. Investigate both the army of the Presial kingdom and the army of the Venrac empire."

"As you wish, leader," Lenquer bowed and then walked away through the river waters, which were not even disturbed by Lenquer’s footsteps.

Bolcan was a demon who only allowed his trusted subordinates to approach him. His rank of power was a mystery to the world, and that was how he wanted it.

He didn’t care about the past; his centuries of life since founding the Deep Dream guild had been the most prosperous. His previous history as a demon with the lineage of ancient sword-wielding demons and demons of strength didn’t matter to him. For him, after the families opposed to both Acad I and his descendants suffered severe punishment and some were annihilated, he, as a member of an external branch of the duchy in which he was born, took the opportunity to disassociate himself from his lineage’s past and live for himself.

...

Days later, Marrac Mountain. Under a sky flooded with gray clouds.

Drops of blood slid down his left arm, ran along the blue blade of his sword, and finally fell to the ground one by one.

In an environment altered by combat.

Moraf stared at the enormous cyclops, almost three and a half meters tall, wielding a battle axe. Not only was the cyclops’ skin darkened by corrosion, it had also become very resistant.

The cyclops, with a black horn on its forehead that emitted a dark miasma, was ranked sixth (mid-level), and the sub-commanders protecting Moraf were thinking of intervening.

On that rocky terrain, now full of huge cracks, craters, and cuts, Moraf had found a powerful target, and he asked the deputy commanders not to intervene unless he was on the verge of death.

"A warrior is different from a wizard; a warrior can only surpass himself through battles and valuable experiences," was the advice Meleic Asfent gave Moraf on the day Meleic fought Mart.

AHHH!

Moraf shouted, pumping himself up with adrenaline and unleashing his demonic aura, his eyes fixed on his target.

Bang!

The ground shook and a crater remained where Moraf had been standing.

He had jumped toward his target and dodged the axe that was heading toward his face.

Cut!

A superficial cut appeared on the cyclops’ body, who almost instantly kneed Moraf in the abdomen.

Moraf’s body flew through the air until it crashed into a rocky hill, which exploded on contact.

"Attack!" ordered one of the sub-commanders protecting Moraf.

"Noooo!"

With blood in his mouth, broken ribs, and a damaged uniform, Moraf stood up, his demonic aura still burning.

"It must be sharper, sharper," the demonic aura left Moraf’s body and headed toward the blade of the sword.

Bang!

A crater wider and deeper than before.

Moraf had quickly approached the cyclops, who made a powerful downward cut with his battle axe.

Bang!