Synopsis
This Demon King rejects the heroines who throw themselves at him! Saints! Succubi! All I want is to date ordinary girls!
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"Today in history class, we'll be discussing the Demon King. Can anyone tell me what image comes to mind when you think of a Demon King?" The female teacher adjusted her thick glasses as she posed the question sternly.
Her pointed ears, slender figure, beautiful features, and cold expression marked her clearly as an elf. An elf choosing to become a history teacher was indeed a natural fit—with lifespans stretching over millennia, no one understood history better than those who had lived through it themselves.
Yet to the elven teacher's frustration, only one student raised his hand enthusiastically as usual while the rest remained silent.
"Very well, I'll call on students by number then," she said, ignoring the eager boy. "Number 45."
"Huh? Me?" A tall, blond boy sitting in the corner stood up awkwardly, his shabby clothes radiating an air of poverty.
"That's right, Dylan Christin. If I recall correctly, your family comes from a long line of knights who participated in the campaign against the Demon King. You should be quite familiar with this topic, no?" The teacher nodded.
"The Demon King, huh..." Dylan sighed helplessly. His family's former glory had completely faded by his grandfather's generation... Now, they were drowning in debt and poverty.
"The Demon King is a cunning, wicked being—the greatest evil this world has ever known. He sought to rule the continent through cruel tyranny," Dylan answered, recalling his grandfather's stories.
"Well said. As expected of a descendant from a knightly lineage. You may sit." The teacher nodded in satisfaction.
Of course, her praise was met with quiet snickers from the class. Dylan's financial struggles were common knowledge. While many ancient knightly families remained part of high society, just as many had fallen from grace.
"Indeed, the Demon King was the root of all evil. 760 years ago, the 76th incarnation nearly destroyed the world. But thanks to the heroic efforts of Mephis Zhao and her seven legendary companions, the Demon King was finally defeated, putting an end to his plans of conquest," the teacher proclaimed passionately. "What followed was the era of prosperity and integration we discussed previously, culminating in the establishment of the Round Table Conference—the foundation of our current federal government."
"Now, can anyone tell me about the legendary powers of the Demon King?" She scanned the room once more.
As always, only the golden-haired boy—Benjamin, the class president from a renowned mage family—raised his hand enthusiastically. It was puzzling why someone of his background attended a regular public school, but his enthusiasm made him a natural leader.
Still, his constant eagerness could be exhausting. He was the type to raise his hand from the first minute to the last, leaving little room for others. Occasionally, even a teacher like her found it frustrating—focusing solely on him meant neglecting the rest of the class.
And that was something no dedicated educator—much less an elf—could allow.
"Number 17," she called out as usual.
"Tch..." A bespectacled boy with black hair and dark eyes stood up, clicking his tongue in annoyance.
"Please describe the powers of the Demon King as you understand them."
"The Demon King possesses near-infinite mana reserves, superhuman strength surpassing even black crystal steel, innate spatial teleportation, X-ray vision, mastery of forbidden dark magic, the ability to communicate with monsters and animals, and absolute command over demonkind," the boy recited flatly.
"Excellent! You seem quite knowledgeable about the legends," the teacher praised, nodding approvingly. This unassuming student had covered nearly all the key points. "However, the Demon King also had another infamous trait—an insatiable lust said to rival his boundless magic. Of course, these accounts come from historical records and may contain some artistic embellishment. Now, please turn to page 138 in your textbooks as we examine some of history's most notorious Demon Kings. You may sit."
"Insatiable lust my ass..." The bespectacled boy sighed heavily as he slumped back into his seat.
Of all the things to bring up... Why did he know so much about the Demon King's powers? Simple—because he was the 77th Demon King, Luo Qi.
Yes, the real deal.
If he truly wanted to conquer the world, all he had to do was take off his glasses, spend a few days casting forbidden spells, and eliminate key figures across the globe.
But Luo Qi had no reason to do any of that.
First, this was the so-called "Post-Demon King Era." After the last Demon King's defeat over 700 years ago, the devastating war had forced humans and demons into an uneasy alliance, eventually leading to intermarriage and the rebuilding of society.
He had been born into an age of peace, where technology flourished and magic became increasingly accessible.
Whatever grudges the previous 76 Demon Kings held against humanity, he had no idea. The bloodline had granted him immense power but none of their memories.
Second, he couldn't fathom what benefits world domination would bring.
Wealth, women, power—he could obtain any of them effortlessly with his abilities. A simple spatial teleportation spell combined with high-level invisibility could get him into the world's largest vault. A soul-charming spell could reduce even the purest saintess into a... less than dignified state.
The forbidden spells required for such feats demanded genius-level talent and vast mana reserves—not to mention carried risks of catastrophic backlash if miscast.
But for Luo Qi, with his infinite mana and innate mastery, casting them was as easy as breathing.
As the saying went, "The easier something is to obtain, the less it's valued." What others struggled for years to achieve came to him naturally, making it all feel... underwhelming.
Yet every advantage had its drawbacks. What was simple for others proved frustratingly difficult for him.
*Snap—*
A pen shattered in his grip as he momentarily lost focus.
For Luo Qi, the Demon King bloodline was nothing but a nuisance in daily life.
Holding chopsticks, spoons, pens—everything required meticulous control. Even touching objects demanded constant vigilance. Only those who had tried it knew how exhausting it was to restrain his strength. He often wondered how previous Demon Kings had managed.
Then there was the hassle of hiding his identity. During the school's recent magic aptitude test, he had gone to great lengths—even using time-stop magic—to alter the results and appear average.
Why did a standard civilian testing device need anti-cheat measures anyway? Were the manufacturers just bored, tormenting students who wanted to show off slightly inflated scores?
Thankfully, as the Demon King, bypassing such measures was trivial. Still, it was ridiculous—what normal person casually used time-stop magic?
And the side effects from interfering with the world's laws were no joke! The less he had to deal with this nonsense, the further he stayed from snapping.
Third, and most importantly—he liked his ordinary life.
He had close friends, amusing classmates—he was practically the definition of a background character in a novel.
What kind of cliché story would it be if some random student suddenly revealed himself as the Demon King and destroyed the world? Even a third-rate author wouldn't write something so absurd.
If such a person existed, they were probably a terminally delusional chuunibyou who saw world-ending villains in every passerby.
...Surely, no one like that actually existed, right?
No matter how he looked at it, Luo Qi had zero reason to destroy the world. Between maintaining his cover and navigating daily life, he was already exhausted enough.
All he wanted was to live peacefully in this era of tranquility, enjoying the simple pleasures of life.
...Speaking of which, his favorite food was a dish called "creamy chicken mashed potatoes." If he destroyed the world, he'd never taste that heavenly delicacy again!