As the Demon King, I Had No Choice but to PK the Hero

Her Royal Highness the Princess was kidnapped.

Her Royal Highness the Princess was kidnapped by the Demon King’s son.

Her Royal Highness the Princess was kidnapped by the Demon King’s son and the Holy Son of the Temple of Light – the Hero of prophecy – set out on a quest to rescue the Princess.

It is said that the Hero has had magic and martial arts training. He is a master of the Sword Saint and the Law Saint, with MAX level swordsmanship and all-round ability in all five magical elements; he has completed 9 SSS level (super high difficulty) tasks for the adventurers’ guild, killing 233 people from the demon race without fail, and is known as the demon’s nemesis. No one on the continent is worried that he can’t beat the Demon King’s son, everyone is only curious about what posture he will adopt this time to make the audacious Demon King’s son die a very ugly death.

This is very bad for me, very bad.

Because I am the Demon King’s Son.

Her Royal Highness the Princess, whom I had rumored to have “kidnapped”, was lying on the red velvet sofa next to me with a lollipop in her mouth, legs crossed, browsing through the haute cuisine on the take-out list, with one message on her body – “I’m staying here!”

Before kidnapping Her Royal Highness the Princess, I would never have guessed that Her Royal Highness the Princess was actually His Royal Highness the Prince, let alone that …he would refuse to be sent back after being kidnapped!

“Please, go away, I don’t want to kidnap you, I can’t beat the Hero.” My great Demon King mother gave birth to ninety-nine sons, and I am the oldest, but also the most unproductive one in all sons. My perception of the magic elements is weak to near nothing, if not for the demon body’s natural blood thick defense high, how I have survived until now is unknown.

“Huh.” The prince, er, no, His Royal Highness, who was not at all impressed, just sharply ordered the most expensive wine and steak, using my money, and then smirked and said to me, “Shut up or I’ll kill you, yo.”

You’re on the side of justice, you know that?! I’m the bad guy!

B

After dinner, I started to clean up the table with a lot of hard work.

The prince began to watch my pet black dragon in front of her eyes, thinking it was very cute. Usually when I want the black dragon to shrink a little, it resists as if I were going to kill it, but now it is shrinking very actively, not only actively transforming into a “chibi black dragon”, but also the prince began to make it wear a bow and turn around…

You are a dragon, not a dog! I was distressed. There is not a bit of dignity as “the most powerful fire-breathing dragon that has been favored by the God of Darkness to come to earth”?

The “chibi black dragon” did not even look at me, the treason to the enemy is particularly obvious, particularly shameless.

I am very hurt, it didn’t think about who diligently brushed its scales over the years, and who insisted on taking it for a walk after three meals a day, and who said to him “the world is so big, I want to show you” and really came out to see it? It’s me, it’s me, it’s me!

The prince is just a little more delicate than me, a little more forceful, there is no need to wag your tail to please him, okay? Do you need to go learn to be a dragon again?

I am very disappointed in you!

I would love to educate my black dragon like this.

But I didn’t, because I wanted to educate it with love, and because… I can’t beat the prince. This ferocious human has just announced that my black dragon is temporarily under her protection. But a mere human can be stronger than me, who is a demon! This, point, is, against, magic, law!

Or should I say I’m too weak?

I really deserve to be known as “the weakest of the weakest of the weakest demons in the 10,000-year history of the demon race”, but I am somehow a little proud of it.

“Hey, commoner.” His Royal Highness picked up his pointed chin and looked at me arrogantly.

“Don’t look at me like this, at least I’m also the great prince of the demon race.” I was indignant.

“So?” The prince clenched his fist.

“As long as you are happy.” I immediately knelt for the Grand Master.

“Consider this an after-dinner after-party. Answer me, commoner, why did you kidnap me?” The prince was curious with a “I’m not curious” face, and his blue eyes, which seemed to be able to drown people, shone with a brighter light than sapphires.

So this was royal arrogance. I realized. So I had the guts to ask, “Why did you want me to kidnap you?”

“It’s up to you.” The arrogant prince was so arrogant that he turned his head to the left and refused to have any further contact with me, leaving only a glittering trail of long golden hair in the air.

I also replied with a rare stiffness, “Well, my answer is also ‘it’s your business’.”

And then…

The prince made it clear to me that he was really in charge of me with a much higher force than I was.

In the end, I sat on the carpet with the “chibi black dragon” and looked up at the prince on the sofa. He arrogantly held his sharp chin, revealing a white swan-like neck, with a careless and full of elegance of the aristocratic accent spoke, “I ask, you answer. No rhetorical questions, no lies, no non-answers. Then I won’t beat you up, understand?”

With tears in my eyes, I said, “Yes.”

I was the son of the Demon King, once born in the expectation of the entire Demon race, the High Priestess predicted that I would be the king who would lead the entire Demon race to glory, and my Queen Mother believed that I would be the proudest son… In the end, how did I fall to this point today? This question has plagued me for many years, but I could never find the answer.

It was probably the light, the shadow, and the unforgiving universe!

C

The reason why I had the whim to kidnap the Prince of the human race, no, at that time I thought he was the princess … Forget it, whatever, the story always starts at the beginning anyway.

It’s best for my mother – the greatest of all Demon Kings – to tell. Or to be more precise, to start with the strange customs of the continent.

The magic continent I live in is rich in Demon Kings, but also rich in all kinds of not at all magical ways to defeat Demon King, and also rich in the brave who want to defeat the Demon King and get married to the kidnapped princess.

My mother has a vast territory, countless wealth, and can make children cry at night just from her legend. Naturally, she was also attracted to the idea of “getting the hero to marry the beautiful princess and live happily ever after” and go down in a magnificent fight.

And my mother killed a thousand and one brave heroes. She finally felt tired, so she abdicated.

–This is such a capricious and horrible idea!

As the mother’s first son, the first Prince, I am the legitimate first heir to the throne. I was destined to inherit the throne of the Demon King, although I did not want to at all. This is not the worst part, the worst part is that all the demons think I want to, especially the ninety-eight brothers behind me. They not only think I want to, but also think that only when I die, can they succeed the throne.

I really want to have a good talk with these brats about the demon life, who has instilled such a distorted world view in them? We are bad demons, but we are bad and also have to have a little bad style and intelligence, okay? As if to ask the person concerned whether I want to succeed the throne or not.

Even if I have to take the throne, did it not occur to them that maybe I would step down afterwards?

Unfortunately, no demons cared what I wanted to say.

Just like when my Queen Mother dropped the bombshell of abdication in the Great Hall not long ago. Queen Mother said, “I want to abdicate.”

Everyone advised, “No, no, no, think twice, think twice, without you, it’s like night without the moon, day without the sun. We can’t live without you who brought glory to the whole demon race, please take back your order or we will die for you!”

Queen Mother said, “Oh, then you can die.”

The hall instantly went cold for three seconds.

Queen Mother continued to say coldly and unreasonably, “I have made up my mind, and I will eat whoever objects.”

Everyone immediately said, “Your Majesty is wise! Your Majesty is right! We stand by every word Your Majesty says! After Your Majesty’s abdication, the crown Prince will take over the throne, right? Come on, let’s get ready!”

Me, “Actually…”

The impulsive and brainless second brother interrupted me, “Older brother should succeed the throne, but…”

Me, “I’m a little…”

The sinister and cunning thirty-third brother followed the second brother’s words and explained, “But big brother is too low-key, as brothers we naturally believe in big brother’s strength, but it is impossible to convince the public. An improper operation can easily cause discontent among the people and bring down the credibility of the royal family.”

Me, “Listen to me…”

The seventy-seventh brother who hates me to death proposed, “So why not set a test for big brother, he will pass it so that the devils can be convinced and succeed the throne in name only. I think only the most difficult test can show how strong big brother is.”

No, I don’t want to inherit the throne at all! Dare to let me finish my sentence!

Ninety-ninth brother concluded, “What could be more difficult than killing the Hero in the whole continent? Brother must also want to prove himself, right? Needless to say, we all understand. If you kill the Hero, you will be the next Demon King; if you don’t kill the Hero… We will hold a big funeral for big brother.”

So you think I’m dead?

All the brothers together, “Seconded.”

All the ministers together, “We second.”

Queen Mother, “Since we are all in agreement, let’s make it a happy decision.”

Where is it unanimous? Where is it pleasant? You tell me!

Ministers, “Then the next topic will be to discuss in advance whether the Prince’s future funeral specifications should be the Prince’s ceremony or the Demon King’s ceremony, which is a step up.”

Me, “I’m not dead yet, okay…”

Is it really good to reveal so directly that you want me to die early?