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story name :- ex demon lord want to kind

prologue :-

My whole life, all I wanted was power.

I churned the world into rivers of blood and eventually gained the title, "Demon Lord of Strength". However, all this became useless when I lost to a party of heroes.

But what can a loser say? As I laid dying, I was forced to listen to the hero's gibberish:

"If you are born again, I hope that you will live a kind life!"

But huh? When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the past.

"What do I have to do to live a kind life?"

This is the beginning of an ex-Demon Lord’s journey to live a kind life.

As i was lying on the gate of the death i remember alot of things from the past.

lot of things has happened i did alot of wrong things and now it's seems like it's time to pay for all those things.

but my feelings still the same i Don't know from where it all Started and came this far.

i just think what the life is like if i never choose this path and choose to live with family and be that pretendios nobel man.

will the future have changed and be all good atleast better then this but eventually i had choose this life for myself so i had to take what comes after.

i'm zion Methew the lead of this story

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I used to read lot of nobles and finally decided to write one myself I don't say that this story is eventually whole mine I can only say I got inspired from lot of stories out there and I read lots of different novel from different writers and the pilots and story line is very similar and contents of every story so I decided to write this one I am not a professional writer i took inspiration from here and there and Started writing this novel.

I used a lot of contents and plots from the novels i had readed till now to make it alot better and interesting and the character lining is also according to the novel rule like a cold , ruthless , merciless man who will turn into a kind man for better .

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‘Ah, damn it.’

In a children’s storybook that Zion read when he was little, there was a passage that described a great hero's fall. According to the passage, even the heavens filled with grief at the sight of the dying hero, and rain began to pour down from the sky. He didn’t know exactly why, but even after many years passed, this passage remained stuck inside his mind.

‘As expected, the heavens don’t seem to love me.’

Looking at the bright sun without a cloud in sight, Zion was sure that the heavens must have despised him instead, let alone love a person like him.

‘Well, it’s pretty understandable why.’

Zion couldn’t even count the number of people who cried because of him or remember how many people he had killed. People called him the Demon Lord, who had brought chaos and despair into this world. He didn’t particularly like to dine on blood or flesh, but he also didn’t refuse it when they were offered; and he had lived a kind of life where he used whatever means to achieve a goal.

If the heavens really loved him, they would’ve slapped Zion across the face and told him to change his ways.

“Is it over?”

Zion heard a voice. It was such a heroic and noble voice that it was irritating. He lowered his gaze from the sky and looked forward. A man wearing shiny armor looked down at Zion with a haughty look on his face. He was the man called ‘Hero Among Heroes’.

With a cringy, almost disgusting, title called ‘The Sun Warrior’, he was the human named Alen Zenard.

‘So handsome.’

Zion wished he could spit on a face like that at least once.

‘Should I give it a try?’

Zion considered the angle, his left-over stamina, the guy’s evasion speed, and so on—even in his dazed state, he was able to calculate these kinds of things fast.

‘No, I shouldn’t.’

This was his end. Zion didn’t want to lose his cool at the last moment to something like this. He still had some pride, since the people in this world called him the Demon Lord.

‘Ah, but wait. When did I have pride in something like that?’

Zion was moving his mouth to fire a spit right at the tip of Glen’s perfectly-shaped, sculpted nose when Alen suddenly exclaimed—

“Your evil deeds will come to an end now, Demon Lord Zion methew!”

‘What a cheesy line to say.’

It was uncreative. Really uncreative. As if he was really a hero from a storybook, Alen reiterated lines that only characters from a moldy, third-rate hero novel would say.

‘Shouldn’t he have stopped reading children’s storybooks by now?’

However, Zion didn’t even have the strength to respond to him. He could only blink at the glorious hero before him and stare.

“Quickly finish him! Our opponent is the ‘Demon Lord of Strength’. We don’t know when he will regain his powers!”

“Yes! That’s right!”

‘No, I don’t have any powers left. My body hurts, and I don’t want to move.’

Zion wanted to explain this to the hero’s companions, who were telling the hero to finish him off. But it was tiring to even open his mouth. Furthermore, he wondered if there was any purpose in explaining this to them.

‘They can be on their guard if they wish.’

He thought it was a bit funny to see them fuss over his dying body.

Yet, it also made him feel a bit pleased. Didn’t their words mean that he posed a huge threat?

“No, he no longer has the power to harm us.”

Zion’s enjoyment suddenly evaporated with Alen’s words.

‘This guy is really not fun.’

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I should’ve tried to destroy him first instead of spending my time doing useless things.’

Zion wasn’t thinking along the lines of, ‘If only I had gotten ridden of this guy, I…!’

He just purely wanted to tear this annoying guy’s face apart.

Slam!

The hero lifted his sword and pushed it up against Zion. The holy sword’s edges looked sharp enough to rip even a soul in half.

“Listen, Zion Methew! Before you die, I will recite every evil deed you have committed!”

‘What kind of bullshit is this?’

The hero began to spout nonsense, and Zion looked at the companions around him.

‘To think that they hung around a guy like him. Indeed, they are very impressive guys.’

Compared to the giant fireballs that they shot at him, the shields that blocked his attacks, the arrows aimed at his vulnerable spots, or the miracles that had maxed out their companions’ skill stats or instantly healed their companies’ injuries, staying around a guy like this seemed more impressive to Zion than anything else.

‘Well, it can’t be helped. I guess I have to listen to this.’

Even if his opponents had formed a party to fight him, Zion couldn’t deny that he, who was called the ‘Demon Lord of Strength’, was defeated.

‘What can a loser do but let the winner do as he pleases?’

Zion strained to pry his eyes open and stared at the hero. As if he was completely immersed in his role, Alen spat out words without even looking at Zion.

‘Did he come here prepared with everything memorized?’

If that was the case, Zion thought he should applaud Glen for his efforts.

‘No, wait. If I think about it, isn’t this something that should hurt my pride? He must have only thought of beating me.’

For a moment, emotions began to erupt in Zion, but he repressed them.

‘Forget it. It’s true that I lost.’

If he won, it would’ve been different, but to get angry about something like this after losing would only make him seem like a sore loser. It was only appropriate that he should act like a loser if he lost. Thus, he lay down lifelessly and listened to his ‘evil deeds’.

‘Oh, that’s right, something like that happened. Oh yeah, that too. This is making me reminisce. He must have done a lot of research.’

Like an old man trapped in his past memories, Zion listened to all of the things he had done. They described a bloody path which befitted his nickname, ‘Demon Lord’.

“…With all of these sins in mind, I lay down my judgment of justice to the Demon Lord, Zion Methew!”

‘What? It's already over?’

hahaha inside he wants to laugh but it's too much for him in this state but in this moment all he can think is

it's already over

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