Cucking The Demon King
Chapter 142: A new quest

Chapter 142: A new quest

He stepped forward, his hooved feet making dull, echoing thuds with every motion.

Each step seemed to shake the chamber slightly, though his gait was casual, almost lazy.

As he moved, the ground beneath his feet hissed—stone melting slightly under his presence.

The heretics held their positions, their eyes fixed to the ground.

All except one.

A young man. Barely more than a teenager. He had tried not to look, but fear had a way of betraying reason.

His head lifted, just slightly—enough for his gaze to rise from the floor and land upon the demon’s burning form.

The demon stopped.

The air grew still.

Every whisper died.

The boy realized his mistake too late.

The demon smiled.

He walked toward the kneeling crowd, slow and deliberate, each step like a ticking clock.

When he stopped in front of the boy, the others shuffled slightly to the side, but never lifted their heads. They knew better.

"You," the demon said softly. "Did you look at me?"

The boy tried to speak, to deny it, but his throat had clamped shut. His breath caught in his chest like ice. All he could do was tremble.

"Good," the demon said, almost lovingly. "I like the curious ones."

He reached down and grabbed the boy by the collar of his robe, lifting him as if he weighed nothing. The boy dangled midair, eyes wide with terror, limbs flailing uselessly.

The demon’s eyes glowed brighter. "Let me reward you... for your curiosity."

With a swift jerk of his head, the demon opened his mouth wide—much wider than any creature should be able to—and revealed the full length of his fangs.

Then, with one brutal motion, he plunged them into the side of the boy’s skull.

"Arghhh!!" The boy screamed in pain, tears streaming down his eyes.

The moment the fangs pierced flesh, his body convulsed. His veins turned black and bulged beneath his skin.

His eyes rolled back. His limbs jerked wildly—then slowed—then went still.

The demon moaned in satisfaction, eyes fluttering shut.

Blood poured down his chin in thick, steaming rivulets. Not red... but almost gold, tinged with corruption.

The boy’s body shriveled rapidly in his grasp, muscles withering, skin turning gray and papery.

When the demon finally withdrew his fangs, the husk that remained was barely recognizable. He let the corpse drop unceremoniously to the ground.

"Ahhh... exquisite," he said, licking the corner of his mouth. "So much youth... so much fear... I can taste the doubt in his soul."

He turned back to the rest of the room.

"And you—my loyal little children—how long have you waited for me?"

The heretics didn’t answer aloud. Instead, they thudded their heads to the ground in unison, a disturbing sound of bone meeting stone.

"Good," The demon said, his voice smooth now, the previous laughter gone. "Because your patience has not been in vain. I have returned."

He raised both arms, and the temperature dropped several degrees instantly. Frost formed along the walls. The torches dimmed.

"I am Mat’or! Your new master."

The heretics whispered his name, reverent and trembling. Some began to chant. Others simply wept.

"But I am still... incomplete," He said. "This is why I hate going into slumber... my body still isn’t at fully power, how annoying."

He turned again, walking slowly toward the broken summoning circle.

"The humans won’t know what hit them... they think they’re winning this war, hehe... what a stupid joke."

He spun, eyes blazing. "I’ll make sure they learn, and put them in their place."

He lifted a hand, and with a flick of his finger, the broken edges of the circle flared with violent red light.

"The one who broke my curse... he is no ordinary insect. No, no... he is something more. I can feel it, he’s a demon... but why... why is he siding with the humans? Why would he be against us..." He continued murmuring, his hands clenching into a fist.

He kept on talking to himself, and none of the other heretics dared interrupt his speech.

They knew if they did, nothing else awaited them apart from death and suffering, so they all kept quiet, with their heads bowed to the ground.

His lips slowly curled into a crooked smile, and a sinister chuckle escaped them.

"Oh yes... of course, a traitor. That’s what he is, a filthy... disgusting traitor. An idiot who would rather side with the humans, rather than his own race... now that I know of you boy, don’t think you can ever escape me. Hahaha!"

He didn’t speak Liam’s name—but the air seemed to twist around it anyway.

"I look forward to meeting you."

He clenched his clawed hand, and the blood left on the floor from the drained boy ignited, blazing upward in a spire of flame.

"The war begins now."

All around him, the heretics screamed in joy.

Among the heretics, a bald old man smiled wryly, and the bowed his head to the ground.

’Son... you might have disappointed me, but don’t worry... we’ll soon take over the world... your sacrifice might have been dumb, but I’ll make sure it’s not in vain.’ He thought, the image of the dried up corpse on the ground flashing in his mind.

***

The flickering glow of the illusionary lamp danced across the wooden walls of Liam’s room, casting long, shifting shadows over the floor.

Outside the window, the night sky stretched overhead—too perfect, too serene.

As one would expect, it was just like the rest of the house... merely an illusion conjured up by Eva.

Liam didn’t know how she managed to keep up such a powerful illusion for so long, but he couldn’t help but be impressed.

However, Eva’s wonderful illusions weren’t what was on his mind currently, instead, it was an entirely different matter.

He sat on the edge of the soft bed, legs slightly apart, one arm resting on his thigh, the other lazily supporting him from behind.

His expression was unreadable, but his brows furrowed once in a while as he stared at the screen floating silently in front of him.

It had appeared earlier—right in the middle of his conversation with the others.

He had been talking to Emerald and Eva about all Jaegel told him aboutwhen the notification appeared before him, like a whisper he wasn’t meant to hear just yet.

He had pushed it aside at the time. There were too many eyes on him then, too many ears that didn’t need to know the truth of what he was seeing.

But now... he was alone.

Now, he could read it properly.

[New Quest!]

[Take down the heretic orders]

[Objective: Dismantle the remaining branches of the Crimson Order. Exterminate or capture all leading figures.]

[Rewards: 100000 EXP, Legendary Spin]

Liam leaned forward slightly, his brows pulling together in thought.

A hundred thousand experience points. That was... absurd. Not to mention the Legendary Spin.

That kind of reward wasn’t something the system just handed out lightly.

It wasn’t the type of prize you received for slaughtering a few low-level heretics or wandering beasts. No—this was something else entirely.

"This isn’t a normal quest," Liam muttered under his breath, the corners of his mouth twitching.

He had expected something, sure.

However, he never expected to receive a quest like this.

The system didn’t want him to just kill a few heretics here and there, it wanted him to burn the whole organisation to the ground.

Besides, there was an ’s’ beside the order, which meant the quest included all factions of heretics.

’Cutting off the root huh... not just the branches.’ Liam thought, chuckling to himself. ’This should be interesting.’

If the system wanted him to tear the heretic order to the ground, he wouldn’t hesitate to do it.

After all, there was no way he would pass up on such juicy rewards.

Besides, he was already planning to destroy the order, especially after hearing about what they did to Emma.

There was no way he would let them live.

A soft voice echoed through the back of his mind then—silky, seductive, and laced with a strange, dark amusement.

[I don’t doubt you can do that, but...] Lilith purred. [You’ll have to face the demons hiding at the top... you do realize that, don’t you?]

Liam didn’t answer right away. His eyes remained locked on the floating quest screen, watching the glow of the text pulse like a heartbeat. His own heartbeat, perhaps.

[They wont be like anything you’ve ever faced.] She continued. [These are noble-ranked demons Liam... I’m sure of it.]

’A noble-rank demon.’ Liam thought, clicking his tongue.

Though he was a high-rank demon, that was just because of his special race, and he didn’t actually measure up to the average noble demon.

At least, that was what Lilith told him back then, when he first got the system.

But he wondered about how, how strong was he compared to one of those noble ranked, or even the higher ranked demons.

If he faced one of them now, would he be able to win, or would he lose bitterly?

His blood boiled at the thought, and he couldn’t help but look forward to it.

He exhaled slowly, the breath coming out cooler than it should’ve been.

"Don’t worry Lilith," he said softly. "I’m not afraid. Noble, high... let them all come, I’ll be ready."

His fingers curled into the bed sheets. A slight frown twisted onto his lips, not of fear, but resolve.

He wasn’t afraid of demons.

But he was starting to see the true weight of what he’d stepped into.

And there was no turning back now.

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