Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 605 - 437: The Most Miserable Person (1)

Chapter 605: Chapter 437: The Most Miserable Person (1)

The Demon Prince Diaberlic really was resurrected by the Demon King Nag through some means.

But for Diaberlic, this might not be such a good thing. It was a taste more terrifying than death itself, a hell that Diaberlic desperately despaired of, yet from which he could never escape.

His body was already a wreck, with barely any intact flesh to be found, and in some places bones were starkly visible. Thick, foul-smelling blood continually flowed down Diaberlic’s body, sticking to the stone plate beneath him, releasing waves of malodorous stench.

The only thing that could be considered remotely intact was his head, which had suffered slightly less damage to flesh and skin; but even so, his face was distorted into a knot from prolonged torture and pain.

He wanted to die, yet was not allowed.

The face that was once considered handsome and dashing had now become particularly ugly.

No one, not even the closest confidants who once held allegiance to the Demon Prince, could recognize that the creature before them was their loyal Prince.

Diaberlic was screaming loudly for help.

But because of the sealed chamber, it was impossible for any sound to escape. Only the sharp wails echoed continuously in the empty space.

Seeing the black shadow approach, Diaberlic’s screaming came to an abrupt halt. His eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets. Although the screaming stopped, the shaking of his body intensified, and his teeth clattered rapidly. The intense fear had obviously made his will and soul unbearable.

Under the dim lighting, the black shadow suddenly raised its right hand, revealing a sharp knife in its palm.

Diaberlic knew his nightmare was about to begin again.

His lips quivered, emitting a near-murmur of a plea, "Father... please... kill me!"

The faint voice was starkly different from the previous screams.

He wanted to die.

Indeed, it was his father holding the sharp blade next to the stone plate upon which Diaberlic lay—the King of Demons, Nag.

Diaberlic had always been afraid of his father, but it was only after being resurrected by his father that Diaberlic truly knew how terrifying his father could be.

He would have rather died cleanly at the hands of the Hero than face the interminable suffering after awakening again, a suffering that seemed without end.

"Ah, my dear son, why speak such heart-breaking words?"

The black shadow in front of him uttered a hollow voice that floated around Diaberlic’s ears like a ghost.

"This is not just for me, but for all demons, and for you..."

"Do you not realize how powerful you have become?"

"For the future of all demons, just endure a little bit, it’s only a bit of pain."

Along with the detached voice, Demon King Nag’s gaze swept over Diaberlic’s body as if searching for a place to cut. But... there were very few choices left.

After a few seconds of hesitation, the sharp blade suddenly dropped, and with a sizzling sound, a long strip of flesh between two of Diaberlic’s ribs was sliced off.

The excruciating pain caused Diaberlic’s body to convulse into a ball.

But Demon King Nag appeared unswayed as he took the strip of flesh and left, walking straight to a weird container. At a glance, it appeared to be a gigantic glass container, over five meters in height and nearly two meters in diameter.

It was filled with a dark red liquid, the primary component of which was fresh blood extracted from the Divine Skull by Demon King Nag. Additionally, a large amount of magic potions had been added, turning the liquid from its original bright red to a dark red, making it look even more weird.

Most of these magic potions were produced based on research reports from the Dark Witch Shaye.

That foolish woman had no idea what her research had really entailed.

Staring at the glass container before him, Demon King Nag’s hesitation did not last long. He swiftly tossed the piece of flesh into the container.

Then, a scene creepy enough to make one’s scalp tingle occurred.

The flesh taken from Diaberlic’s body was rapidly changing, pulsating as though it had its own breath, contracting and expanding like a beating heart.

Then, the flesh began to wriggle in a very weird manner.

On its surface, many fresh buds of flesh quickly emerged, spreading out.

In the glass container filled with dark red liquid, the volume of the flesh block was growing larger. Gradually, the flesh elongated, and even a human-like silhouette began to emerge faintly.

A new life was being born, but for the lying Diaberlic on the stone plate behind, the real hell had just begun.

Somehow, Diaberlic felt as if a piece of his soul had been torn away, a pain far more terrifying than any physical one by a hundredfold, a thousandfold, a sensation no living being could endure.

The agonizing wails almost tore Diaberlic’s throat apart.

The process lasted a very long time, the contour of the flesh in the container becoming clearer and clearer until it finally turned into another Demon Prince.

Only its skin seemed unfinished, marred with large cracks that made it look especially ugly.

After releasing this new life from the container, a bone needle and what seemed to be threads made from the sinews of a creature appeared in Demon King Nag’s hands. He began stitching together the cracked skin on the new Diaberlic. A black cloak hanging nearby flew into his grasp at a simple gesture and draped over the reborn Diaberlic.

As the Demon King Nag input a command, the reborn Diaberlic quietly left the chamber.

Turning around to look at his eldest son, who was now scarcely moving, Nag showed little pity or sorrow. His gaze even seemed somewhat disappointed.

"This is not the result we wanted..."

He seemed to be talking to someone.

Soon, another voice came from the mouth of Demon King Nage, "Damn it, I didn’t expect it to turn out like this either, this is far from the outcome we anticipated."

Diaberlic had gained a miraculous, regenerative ability.

Flesh that separated from his body, once it reached a certain mass, would grow into a new individual.

This individual almost possessed strength comparable to Diaberlic at his peak, yet it lacked spiritual wisdom, resembling a tamed hunting dog that could only follow simple commands. Honestly, it was a terribly frightening ability, but not the one they had wanted.

What’s more, the worse part was that Diaberlic himself could not regenerate and his wounds could not even be healed by Healing Magic. Demon King Nage had no choice but to employ some special but cruel methods to sustain his eldest son’s life and consciousness.

"How about we experiment with your body? Your body is certainly much stronger than your son’s."

"Do you want to die?"

"No."

"Then shut the hell up..." Nage was arguing with himself, and if it weren’t for the bloody, terrifying scene around him, it might have even seemed somewhat comical.

"Perhaps, only the flesh of the Second Generation Brave Warrior can truly meet our requirements. Let’s hope we gain something this time."

Demon King Nage was discussing the detailed plans with another presence inside his body, not caring about the most pitiable, the most tragic, the most wretched figure behind him.

To them, he was just a specimen.

As long as Diaberlic still had value to be exploited, they would not allow him to die.

It wasn’t their own pain, so they didn’t care.

Gulp!

Outside the Demon King Palace, Luo Meng, holding a bottle and appearing to be drunken, suddenly shivered, an indescribable fear making the hairs on his body stand on end.

The third Diaberlic had appeared.

...

Exeter, Royal City.

Elf King Alfred was loosening up his previously stiff limbs.

His crimson eyes still held some doubt.

Alfred had realized that this mysterious and powerful girl was also an enemy of Qin Chu. The enemy of an enemy is a friend — the Elf King understood this logic well.

He wouldn’t refuse to cooperate with Aileen either. After all, Qin Chu’s strength was simply too formidable, and it was utterly impossible for him to kill Qin Chu in single combat with his own level of power.

However, Alfred still severely doubted whether even the two of them combined could actually manage to kill Qin Chu.

"Hmph, you think too much," Aileen obviously knew what was on Alfred’s mind, "Qin Chu’s strength is much greater than you imagine. Even with me, we would need at least ten beings of Martial God Level or above to handle him."

Ten?

This number clearly shocked Alfred, and the Elf King even started to have second thoughts.

Was Qin Chu really that powerful?

"Moreover, this doesn’t even take into account Silf and Asina."

Silf... hearing this name, Alfred’s heart uncontrollably twitched again.

That was his woman, yet all he could do was stand outside the window, peering through the shadows of the curtains, watching the woman he deeply loved serve that man. Could there be anything more humiliating, more painful than that?

What was even more incredible to the Elf King was that Qin Chu had been busy for a full two hours back and forth... Was that data even possible for a human?

Recalling that he could only last two minutes, deep inside, he felt even more displeased.

"But, Alfred, you must understand that this is our best and only chance to kill Qin Chu because currently, only Asina and Silf are by his side..."

"Violet, Antia... and Helois, Iyeta, Catherine, Norma... Your Highness, Elf King, you have no idea how many strong people there are around Qin Chu."

"Once Qin Chu returns to the Imperial City, with so many stronger beings than you by his side, do you think you’ll ever have a chance to kill Qin Chu in your lifetime?"

Especially, a mysterious woman with silver hair and red eyes.

That woman’s strength terrified Aileen.

Even herself, who had reached a whole new level, had no chance of fighting back in front of that woman.

Thank goodness that woman was not there now.

"In short, now is our best and only chance to kill Qin Chu."

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