Crutiara: Where New Demon Lords are Born

In this dusty room, everything was scattered. All over the place, books tumbled down the cabinet. It was unsightly. It is the leaves from the outside that make up the floor pattern.Then there was I, a peacefully sleeping man. While I drowse, I salivate unconsciously. For an unknown reason, my pillow, which is supposed to be on my head, is placed under my foot.I groan as I roll to the right edge of the bed in my sleep. I fell, of course. The back of my head hit the ground hard, waking me up from the imaginary paradise I'd been dreaming of.I groaned for real this time. In no time, I rubbed the back of my head to ease the pain. I mumbled my curse."Argh!" It's been my 6,812th day of living this miserable life. I wonder every time I clean up this mess, it keeps growing. I never thought there was a hellish place other than hell.I can't ask Risano to clean up again. She doesn't care. This room is my room by the way. There is no harm in asking for a cleaning service, but if Risano sees it

There was a realm where demons lived in the past. Zeno is ruled by a demon lord and was once a place prone to human invasion.Without a clear reason, humans once treated us as pests. In their eyes, we are evil. We did nothing at all.It all came from the tales of the reborn hero fighting the demon lord. Those absurd myths became human religion and later became international beliefs.Those myths led to a war, an unreasonable war between humans and demons. Those humans just couldn't stop back then. Every demon lord becomes a threat to them.Humans are a complicated race. Even though they are weak unlike the beastmen, the sylphs, and the others, they are formidable creatures. A demon can have a hard time reading human actions.That made the hierarchy of the demon realm become different. Instead of demon nobles, war generals became demon lords. The monarchy became a competition for power. Gluttony was replaced by unity.Demon Lords are volatile except for one… well, almost one. He is an un

The school will end at 5 PM. The bell rings and the same crowd swarms outside the classroom. The same girl stands up again and walks away with the guards. I was right. Her name was Tsuki Kugiyama. She became the topic of my conversation with Majiro earlier in the park. "Before the break, there's some kind of apocalypse going on. It keeps bugging me. Do you know what's going on? It feels weird not knowing any of your norms." "It isn't the norm, if you can call it that. It has been like that since uhm… two weeks? No, it's been a year already." "A year!?" "Don't you know her, Ritake?" I shook my head. "I barely know anyone who's stepped on Yruiburg's ground." Majiro puts his hand in his chest and slowly smiles while looking at the sky. "Being Ritake's first friend in Yruiburg is such… ughh." I knocked on his head. "Stop moaning! By the way, who the heck is she?" He winks at me and does an idol-like pose. "Tsuki Kugiyama, the lead dancer of the pop group ChENA. She's pretty as hec

Plot Driver: Ritake Hanashiba "There is," I said seriously with my furrowed eyebrows. Without thinking of anything, I ran as quickly as possible, all with my Spatial Sense turned on. The only drawback of this is that I can't detect waves. That means I can't see light nor hear a bit of sound. I can describe it as I'm transferred in the particle space dimension. I can sense the particle of the body accelerating in a rapid state as it goes down the stairs, but because I've limited the range to just a few meters, he instantly vanished from my radar. Catching up with that stalker will be hard, knowing that there are too many lineages with ability regarding speed. I need to ask more of her, but that eavesdropper destroyed our time, no romance intended. I feel too bad that I can only apologize to Tsuki through text. If a word comes out that we've been connected, we'll be considered both suspicious individuals. Her 'perfect' image will be destroyed. I think that's what she's scared about.

Humaea, the archdemon of purity, is the only demon whose heart is working. A sweet and kind archdemon, she has even been called a goddess. She is the prophet of life in the past. Before the Great Depression, she was a model and a trainer. The huge clinic building was inspired by her. She has extensive knowledge of healing and regeneration spells, enough to be considered immortal. But what stands out the most is her kindness to her kin. Crutiara became the symbol of invigoration after being modeled after her. Students here are expected to be kind to each other. I won't allow a student like Yomu to dirt her name. Yomu clenches his hands as they prepare to beat me up. "Playing hero, aren't you? But too bad, you chose the wrong opponents. Pay the price with your life." I smirked. His head is burning like a dragon breathing fire as he charges toward me. "You dare mock me! I won't be easy on you!" Currently, we are in an open space beside the warehouse. There are rarely people who pas