No More Pain For This Villain.

Chapter 334  Holy Shit-1

He dragged the desk to the middle of the room and carefully placed the coffin-like box on it.

"See for yourself," he said.

Dramatic, but now I was interested in what was inside. I stepped closer to the box, looking for its handle. Wrapping my palm around it, I carefully opened the box.

"This is...a dem—" I stopped. "This is the same creature we saw in the attacks at Eshmera." I raised my brow as I stared down at the curled figure of a demon corpse. It was a low-tier demon.

"Haha, how's that?" Alver exclaimed, clearly proud.

"Yeah, it's nice. What do you want me to do with this, though?" I asked genuinely. "I'm sure there were like thousands of these over the kingdom—"

"Nope, not a single one," Alver interrupted. "Most of the corpses of these creatures were taken in by the royal palace immediately. They even forcefully took some from the merchants who kept these hidden. They said these were needed, and by royal order, anyone who kept these would be punished with a death sentence."

This... was new. I don't remember this being the reaction when the demons were spotted—ugh, fuck that game.

It's like everything that was supposed to go one way is going completely different here. Only the first six months of being here were good. After that, it's been a shit show.

"Ha... that's weird," I said.

"That's why I thought it'd be good to show you. I bought it for like a million gold coins in the underground auction," Alver boasted. One million gold coins is a huge amount—like, ginormous.

"You paid that much for this?" I gazed between him and the corpse. This is not that much worth, to be honest. In a few months, maybe this world will be raining with these things, and everyone is going to be sick of it.

"I did, actually. I really needed this." He pulled something out of his pocket. It was a palm-sized pitch-black marble—a mana core.

Unlike humans, demons have a solid mana core in their body around their chest, while humans have the mana core in their sternum. All low-tier demons only use dark mana and can use the dark element to a certain degree.

And yeah, demons have no potential. Once born a low-tier demon, it will always be a low-tier demon. It's different after mythical lord, though.

"They said this is going to be the cure for every disease our world has ever seen. I bought it so I can find a way to monopolize it, and I'll be looking for more of these—" He flinched when I pulled the mana core out of his palm.

CRACK.

I cracked the core.

"NOOOOOO—HUP!" I pressed his mouth closed. I could see horror in his eyes as he watched the brittle mana core crumble in front of his eyes like shards of glass.

"You are not buying more of this shit," I said, my voice turning deep. "If you've got that much money, then pour it into Viceburg or buy more people with it. This is not going to cure any disease." I let go of his mouth.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" Alver cursed immediately. "I paid so much for it!" He was fuming.

I stayed still. "Why, you ask? Why would you buy something like this? It's a corpse, and you don't buy corpses for a million gold coins! NOT FOR A SINGLE COIN!" My voice raised.

Knock!

There was a knock on the door. I saw Alver, and he looked like I had killed his parents or something.

"Hide somewhere," I said and saw him slipping the box and himself into the space rift. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

I went and opened the door and saw Mrs. Penny standing there. "Is everything alright, dear?" She asked, leaning to the side to look past me.

"Oh, it's alright. Why do you ask?" I replied awkwardly.

"Nothing, just heard you scream loudly, so I thought there must be some problem here. Is there anyone in there with you?" She questioned.

"Ah, it's nothing serious, just Smokeball was jumping around, so I was telling him to keep it down," I lied.

"Nya!" Blaze helped as I heard something falling. Was it the vase placed near the window?

Mrs. Penny looked inside the room and outside the room. "Okay, just sleep for now—you've been through a lot, I heard. If you want to talk or need anything, then call me. I'll be there." She placed her wrinkly palm on my cheek. I had to lean forward, and she caressed it. I saw the tender care in her eyes that mirrored my mother's.

"I will." I nodded. "You should sleep too. It's late now." I closed the door and looked behind.

The spatial rift appeared, the box slid back on the desk, and the rift closed itself.

SILENCE.

THUD!

I felt an enormous amount of pressure on the left side of my face. I pushed mana into my legs as I didn't want to be thrown against the wall and out of the room.

It was a strong punch. Has he gotten stronger than before? I questioned myself as I raised my palm, feeling ripples go in all directions as I caught the fist that was inching towards my jaw.

"One is enough." I spat blood, taking the hit to make it even for the one million gold coins that I crushed.

Turning my face to the right, I saw Alver looking at me wide-eyed.

"Calm down now," I said as I let go of his fist.

As he stepped out, the rift closed, and he looked at me dead-eyed. "Why the fuck would you think it's fine to do that?" he yelled.

"Calm down, dude. You'll get the warden back—" I stopped when I saw him flick his finger and put a wind barrier across the room. It'll prevent the sound from going out.

I sighed. "Let me tell you one thing, that core is not curing any disease," I stated.

"And how do YOU KNOW that?" Alver seemed to get angrier.

How can I explain to him? I can't tell him that I know it's useless because I know the future.

I paused. "I just know it."

"...fuck, dude. I spent like a million for it." And all of a sudden, he was calm again. "Ugh!"

"And now I'm not sure if I want to show you the other thing or not," he muttered.

Other thing?

[Five Minutes Later.]

What is this? I questioned in my mind.

"Holy shit," Blaze cursed.