Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
The Demon King Academy’s roof was filled with messenger bats that evening.
The lower demons were too busy sending letters out that they didn’t sweep through the West Tower’s self-service canteen.
It was the first time Roan, in his three years in the Demon King Academy, got to taste the legendary Charcoal Grill Minotaur Ribeye. He had to admit that the rumors were not unfounded. The texture and flavors were nothing short of mind-blowing.
‘Speaking of which, is Professor Enos okay with this? If I remember correctly, the first furiataur was a demonified minotaurus.’
Roan imagined someone serving him a plate of grilled monkey. That immediately destroyed his appetite.
Egor carefully carried a bowl of vegetable nut stew and sat down opposite Roan. He first murmured his prayers before picking up his fork.
This fellow was probably the most polite high demon in the Demon King Academy… it was truly unfortunate that he was a man.
“Senior Roan, you aren’t going to write home?”
Egor addressed everyone senior, even to his peers and juniors.
Roan found it awkward at the start, but he slowly got used to it as time passed.
“I’m an orphan,” Roan replied nonchalantly while munching on his steak.
Stunned, Egor lowered his head and apologized, “S-s-sorry.”
Roan interjected with a wave of his fork, “Don’t apologize. Didn’t you hear Enos? The word ‘sorry’ doesn’t exist in hell. Be more confident when you cross me the next time.”
That was what other demons initially did, though they dared not do so openly later on. At least they wouldn’t murmur spells anymore.
The moment someone provoked Roan, he would write to the Ministry of Truth, reporting that XX had discriminated against him on Year XX Month XX Day XX, and that XX was XXX’s child.
He was exploiting his ‘protected species’ entitlement to its greatest value!
‘Got a problem with that? Tell your daddy to complain to His Majesty Demon God! You should be grateful that I’m playing nice by not freeloading on my meals and groceries!’
“Hahaha…”
Egor laughed upon seeing that
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