Chapter 1: Damn it!
“Dear Savior Hero:
Greetings.
You don’t know who I am, and upon receiving this letter, you will undoubtedly be very confused. But please allow me to briefly summarize my story in a few words. This won’t waste much of your time, and believe me, this is really important.
Summary:
Adventurer.
When the hell are you going to come to the Demon Lord’s Castle and fight the Demon Lord? Stop [censored] wandering around the world!
I’ve been [censored] getting moldy in the Demon Lord’s Castle!!!
The newly appointed Demon Lord, Misa, angrily threw down his quill, completely ignoring the ink splattered across the letter. He couldn’t suppress his anger, and after throwing down the pen, he couldn’t help but angrily flick his tail.
Damn it, how could there be such an adventurer!
Before being sent to this world from the Heavens, Misa had attended advanced lectures from the veteran Demon Lord, Alisa, at the Demon Lord Crash Course.
Alisa said that every hero yearns for their destined Demon Lord; their mortal enemy with whom they will fight to the death. For this, they are willing to sacrifice everything, to slay the evil Demon Lord, and then rightfully become the King of the world.
And every Demon Lord sent from the Heavens to the human world is a trial set by the gods for the adventurers, a necessary condition for selecting a king.
Back then, Misa yearned for his future work. Just imagining that he would bring a great king to the world filled him with excitement. He couldn’t help but feel eager to immediately rush to his post.
Now Misa knows he was wrong.
Three years.
His savior hero.
Hasn’t even left the novice village yet!!!
Misa is desperate.
He carefully reviewed the Demon Lord records, memorized the Demon Lord laws, and even scrolled through the Demon God forum from beginning to end, but he couldn’t find another adventurer this slow.
The starting (novice) village, a place called “Blessed Land,” the first stop where heroes sense the divine call, only has about a dozen permanent residents, even counting the dogs. Misa can’t understand how the hero managed to dawdle in this village for three years.
Oh no.
Looking closely at the hero’s adventure log, Misa discovered that his hero hadn’t even stepped into the temple—
He hasn’t even discovered that he is the savior hero of this world.
Misa thinks he’s going crazy.
He propped his chin up, restlessly flicking his tail, even checking the hero selection tool again to confirm.
In the world he’s in, besides the existing hero, there are no other qualified candidates.
But Misa feels that this only remaining hero clearly has some issues with their brain.
Other heroes become kings in three years.
His hero hasn’t even found the way to the divine tower in three years.
Misa tremblingly opened the Demon God forum using a magic mirror, intending to ask his seniors for help, but he immediately saw a glaring, large red, pinned title on the forum homepage—
“My Hero Broke the Record: Three-Day Speedrun of the Demon Lord’s Castle!”
Misa: “…”
Misa smashed the magic mirror with his tail.
No, this can’t go on.
Misa threw the letter he’d just written into the fireplace, laid out fresh paper, and decided to write a letter guiding the hero towards the divine tower.
“Dear Savior Hero—”
He tried his best to sound friendly and persuasive.
“You must have seen the towering white tower not far from Blessed Land. It is a miracle left by the Goddess of Light for brave and sincere adventurers like you. Aren’t you even a little curious? Perhaps you should go and take a look.”
Misa paused slightly, thinking that his famous Demon Lord stage name might scare the little hero still in the starting village, so he stopped writing and signed his little-known real name.
“Your sincere friend, Misa”
He put down the pen with satisfaction, summoned the Shadow Knight guarding the door, and asked them to secretly put the letter into the human post office, making sure to deliver it to the savior hero as quickly as possible.
The Shadow Knight had been stationed here for three years. He eagerly hoped the hero would quickly come to the Demon Lord’s Castle, and after receiving the Demon Lord’s letter, he would run all the way; everything was so perfect, Misa was very satisfied.
He believed that his savior hero wouldn’t be illiterate. The letter was so gentle and amiable, the hero would definitely go to the tower to take a look.
He finally calmed his irritable mood, lay down on his bed, breathed in the humid, sulfurous air of the Demon Lord’s Castle, looked at the dark, yellowish sky outside the window, listened to the strange and terrifying cries of the demonic creatures, and tried his best to fall asleep.
Wait.
He thought.
Maybe when he wakes up tomorrow, the hero will already be at his door.
He could immediately finish his Demon Lord work and return to the Heavens, where the air is dry and fresh, the scenery is beautiful, and his beautiful wings won’t get dirty and damp.
Wuwuwu.
Misa hadn’t expected that the hero’s reply would come so quickly.
He suppressed his excitement, tremblingly took the letter from the withered hands of the Shadow Knight, and quickly opened the letter from Blessed Land.
The beginning of the letter was—
“Misa:
Hello.
Did you send this to the wrong person?”
Misa: “…”
Misa couldn’t help but recall the beginning of his letter.
He addressed the other party as the savior hero, but his hero hadn’t yet discovered that he was the savior of this world. This was indeed his mistake.
But thankfully, at least the hero’s reply was polite and didn’t reject him, so he should write another letter to the other party, and the hero would definitely take the initiative to enter the divine tower!
Misa flipped open the hero’s adventure log, found the hero’s name, and wrote another letter to the hero.
“Dear Lance, My Respected Hero,
I did not write the wrong recipient; you are the savior hero of this world.
I understand that you must be wondering how this is possible. It’s alright, as long as you go to the divine tower and sense the goddess’s call, you will understand.
Now, set off!”
The Shadow Knight rushed out again to deliver the letter to the hero, while Misa slumped onto his throne, seriously thinking that something was still wrong.
His hero is literate and fairly polite in his wording. Although his handwriting is mediocre, he should have read books. But since his hero has normal intelligence, why hasn’t he noticed the towering temple for three whole years?
The more Misa thought about it, the more wrong it felt.
He couldn’t stay still, he almost wanted to immediately jump off the throne, magically hide his wingtips and tail, and then rummage through his closet for human clothes to dress himself as an ordinary priest of the Church.
He decided to go to Blessed Land in person to take a look.
When Misa was ready and appeared at the entrance of the dilapidated little village called “Welfare,” he couldn’t help but feel a somewhat subtle sense of contrast.
But whether this village is dilapidated or not has nothing to do with him, a Demon Lord.
His target is the hero named Lance.
So Misa leaned on his cane, stood on tiptoe at the head of the village, looking around.
He remembered the description of this hero’s appearance in the employee handbook: blonde hair, blue eyes, S+ rated looks, the most popular type in the Demon Lord magazine’s year-end awards. This appearance is too conspicuous, of course, he quickly found his target.
Uh, dressed the same as the villagers nearby, with his sleeves and trousers rolled up, standing in the farmland, busy…
Digging.
Huh?
What is he doing!
His hero hasn’t left the village in three years and hasn’t been to the Demon Lord’s Castle yet. Has he been farming for three years?!
Misa clutched his cane tightly, trying hard to control his inner rage, taking several deep breaths, finally calming down, putting on a peaceful smile, and walking towards the village.
He soon arrived at the edge of the field, but looking at his white robe and shoes, then down at the muddy path in the field, he stopped, standing at the edge of the field watching the hero and the villagers working diligently, pondering what he should talk to the hero about next.
Misa finally made up his mind and said gently, “Mr. Lance.”
The hero was bent over weeding.
Misa raised his voice slightly and called kindly, “Mr. Lance?”
The hero dug harder.
Misa clenched his fist, took a deep breath, then another deep breath, but still couldn’t control his inner rage. He finally couldn’t help but raise his voice to the highest level and shouted angrily, “Lance!!!”
The hero trembled, looked up in astonishment, and turned to look at him, at a loss.
Misa gritted his teeth, “Come here!”
The hero clutched his hoe, walking towards him hesitantly and cautiously.
Misa finally let out a little breath.
He had to guide the hero out of the village to the divine tower, so he mustn’t get angry. Otherwise, the hero would only resist him and wouldn’t accept his suggestion. He had to take off his hood, smile at the hero, soften his tone, and introduce himself to the hero.
“Mr. Lance, I wrote you a letter,” Misa said, “My name is Misa.”
Lance: “…”
“Did you receive my second letter?” Misa leaned slightly towards Lance, supporting himself with his cane, “Have you decided to go to the divine tower?”
Lance: “…”
“I can accompany you on the rest of the way,” Misa said seriously, “I brought a horse, the divine tower isn’t that far from here.”
Lance: “…”
Lance didn’t speak from beginning to end. Misa couldn’t help but stare into Lance’s eyes, feeling somewhat anxious. Lance looked at him sincerely, as if he had carefully listened to everything he said, but had some unspoken concerns that he couldn’t tell him.
“Mr. Lance,” Misa could only force another smile, “Is there anything difficult?”
“Ah,” Lance finally spoke slowly, “But… but the village road isn’t finished yet.”
Misa: “…”
Misa, along with several giants guarding the gate of the Demon Lord’s Castle, stood before the last obstacle on the road from Blessed Land to the Celestial City.
They were two huge boulders blocking the half-finished road built by the villagers. It was almost impossible to move them with human power. These two boulders cut off all contact between Blessed Land and the outside world, making the small village even poorer.
Misa spread his wings, hovered in the air, carefully examined the weak points of the two boulders, and then slowly raised his hand, pointing at the boulders, as if pointing at the last obstacle preventing him from returning to the Heavens.
“Smash,” Misa gritted his teeth, “Demolish it tonight!”
It took the giants most of the night to finally completely shatter the two huge boulders.
However, simply removing the stones was obviously not enough. Fortunately, Misa had made double preparations. The dwarves in charge of construction and maintenance in the Demon Lord’s Castle had been waiting for a long time, ready and waiting. As soon as the stones were cleared, they swarmed up, using all their skills and knowledge to quickly build a perfect road from Blessed Land to the Celestial City.
Finally, Misa used magic to leave a line of glowing gold letters in mid-air where the boulders had been.
“A Miracle Bestowed Upon the Hero”
Misa paused slightly, considering his savior hero’s mental state, and then erased the sentence and added a few more words.
“A Miracle Bestowed Upon the Future Hero, Lance”
“—Go to the divine tower quickly!”
The next morning, Misa sat in front of Lance’s door with a cane, smiling, and was the first to greet the early-rising hero.
“Good morning, Mr. Lance,” Misa bowed slightly to him, “Did you sleep well last night?”
He was afraid the villagers would hear the sound of them repairing the road, so he had the succubi use magic to lull the villagers to sleep, and specifically instructed the succubi that the hero was here, his magic resistance growth curve was too high, and he could easily see through the succubi’s tricks. They must not do anything strange to him.
Lance frowned slightly, his expression strange, but he said nothing, only nodded lightly, and then politely asked Misa, “Do… do you have anything else?”
Misa smiled, “I was originally going to leave today, but I heard a strange sound this morning—”
Before he finished speaking, he saw a villager running towards them anxiously, with an unbelievable expression on his face, shouting loudly, “Lance… Mr. Lance, the road is open!”
Lance: “…”
Misa smugly pursed his lips and put his hood back on, giving a thumbs-up to his perfect plan.
The villagers gathered at the place where the boulders had disappeared, surrounding the floating golden words, unable to stop their discussions and sighs.
In their eyes, the huge boulders, as big as small mountains, suddenly disappeared, and then such a straight and smooth road appeared. This was undoubtedly a miracle bestowed by the gods, and all of this was to welcome the chosen one, the savior hero, Lance.
Misa still stood aside with his cane, once again extending his invitation to Lance.
“Mr. Lance,” Misa said softly, “The miracle has made it very clear.”
Lance: “…”
Misa: “Let’s set off for the divine tower today?”
Lance stood before the inscription; he still didn’t respond to Misa’s invitation but just stared blankly at the inscription.
Misa was a little scared.
He was worried that Lance would recognize that the inscription wasn’t a miracle, but just some advanced magic.
But before coming, Misa had checked the hero’s abilities. Although every future growth value would be very high, the current hero shouldn’t have the ability to identify high-level magic. That is to say, the hero’s current state probably only meant one thing.
Misa tried his best to maintain the gentleness in his tone: “…Is there anything else on your mind?”
“Ah.” Lance suddenly came back to his senses, as if he had finally heard what Misa said. He scratched his head, looking a little helpless, “But… but I only dug half of the village’s irrigation ditch.”
Misa: “…”
Late at night.
Misa gritted his teeth and commanded the dwarves and little demons to work hard digging the village’s irrigation ditch.
Damn it! Damn it!
How could there be such an annoying hero in the world!
It’s just an irrigation ditch! This Demon Lord will dig it for you tonight!!!