The Daily Life of the Demon King

Chapter 291 - 291: How to Save the Villain and the Big Gun

Meanwhile, while Alex and his companions were dealing with yet another idiot who, drunk on newfound power, fancied himself a god of war and believed he was now invincible, another group — Kota and his crew — were on their way to the next point on the map to gather the necessary tools.

Unfortunately, the first store they had planned to visit had completely burned down, so they had to head to another one. Kota, wearing his usual lazy expression, was driving the Humvee with one arm hanging out the window. In the passenger seat beside him sat Takashi, still wearing his favorite "Martinez" jacket — the same one he stubbornly wore every single day.

On the roof, peeking through the hatch, was Jonah, weapon at the ready, scanning the surroundings for any zombies or mutants that might jump down from above. In the back seats sat the girls of Kota and Takashi, while Jonah remained the only lone wolf in the group.

"What's with your face, Takashi?" Kota asked lazily, eyes still on the road. "Fell back into your emo dumbass mode again?"

"Screw you, fatass," Takashi snapped back.

"So you're not denying the emo part," Takashi's girlfriend giggled from the back seat.

Takashi gave her an annoyed look, but she just stuck out her tongue with a smirk. He couldn't help but chuckle in response, and, turning to Kota, gave him a light punch on the shoulder for his "sense of humor."

Ever since Takashi had briefly explained the reason behind his weird behavior, things between him and the others had slowly started to improve.

After all, before the zombie apocalypse started, he never would've imagined that he was a reincarnated soul. If someone had told him that before, he probably would've thought they were insane and run as far away as possible.

"Maybe his face got all twisted thinking about how his new 'dad' is gonna mess with him now," Jonah suddenly chimed in, ducking back into the vehicle.

"I told you not to call him that..." Takashi muttered with a grimace.

"Oh come on," Kota shrugged. "Alex is basically your stepdad now. Nothing you can do about it. Though honestly, man, who else is lucky enough to have so many 'moms'—even if a bunch of them used to be our classmates?"

Takashi's eye twitched. Even though Alex explained that his age wasn't fixed and he could make himself look like a teenager, he still looked like a typical eighteen-year-old.

The worst part? First, it was his mother from his past life — Gloria — who started dating Alex, and now his current life's mom had also become one of Alex's wives.

Fate clearly had a twisted sense of humor, forever branding him as the stepson of that damn guy.

"But there are upsides, you know," said Yuki, Takashi's girlfriend, with a gentle smile. "Where else would you find such a strong and reliable 'father figure'? I mean... he mostly spoils your mom, sure. But still, he treats you way better than most others."

"Yuki, don't start..." Takashi grumbled, frowning. "If we ranked by importance, I'm dead last. First come his girls, then Alice and those three weird creatures, then the girls he might like someday, and then maybe me."

"Aww, not enough fatherly love for you?" Kota smirked. "Want me to ask Alex to give you a hug?"

"Screw off, fatass! You were just jealous of my jacket and my weapon," Takashi huffed.

"That's totally different!" Kota waved him off with a laugh. "And honestly, if I were a girl, I'd probably be into Alex too. I mean, he's like a walking manga protagonist — weapon master, tech wizard, and basically a living box of miracles."

Everyone nodded in agreement with Kota's words. Since the very beginning of the zombie apocalypse, Alex had proven time and time again that he really was a walking box of miracles. Every new situation revealed something incredible about him—be it mind-blowing weapons, knowledge, or technologies clearly far beyond this era. Just remembering GIR and MIMI—two robots capable of doing practically anything—was enough.

Takashi glanced at the others and shook his head slightly. If only they knew who he really was…

The memories surfaced on their own—especially that moment when Kota, during their first meeting, had jokingly called Alex the "Demon King." Alex had just laughed and brushed it off as a tech trick. But once Takashi fully regained the memories of his past life as David, he realized just how serious it was… and how truly powerful Alex was.

The vehicle rolled down the road, and the conversation inside kept going. The topics jumped from one to another, though most of the time they focused on the route to Alaska and the so-called "safe place," where hope might still remain.

"Kota, Kota! Stop!" Jonah suddenly screamed, banging his fists on the roof of the Humvee.

Kota reacted instantly. He slammed on the brakes, bringing the vehicle to a sudden stop. The jolt nearly threw everyone out of their seats. As they looked up, they saw a strange man standing in the middle of the road.

He looked about forty. A scruffy beard, slightly crazed eyes with an eerily calm expression. His clothes looked like a hobo's rags, and he held a bottle of murky liquid in one hand—possibly homemade alcohol.

"Hey, old man! Even during the apocalypse, there's no need to throw yourself under a car!" Kota yelled, leaning out the window.

The man just smirked and took a sip. Before anyone could even blink, he vanished… and the next second, he was standing right in front of the Humvee. A tense silence fell inside the vehicle. Everyone instantly grabbed their weapons and aimed them at the stranger.

"Hahaha! You should've seen your faces. Like you saw a ghost. I was starting to think you kids finally grew a pair, driving around this dead city making so much noise," he laughed mockingly, his eyes glinting.

"What do you want?" Jonah asked calmly, though his voice was cold, the barrel of his gun aimed squarely at the man's head.

"I want the one who brought you here," the man said with a smirk.

Everyone immediately understood who they were dealing with. Another member of the "United Shadow of the Nine Fists"—those who had betrayed humanity and become something… else. They'd obtained power far beyond human understanding. And everyone here knew: in a direct fight, they didn't stand a chance.

Kota didn't waste a second. Slamming the gear into reverse, he floored the pedal. The Humvee screeched as it sped backward. A sharp turn, then full throttle again. The engine roared as the vehicle tried to flee from the mysterious threat.

Jonah, still sticking out from the hatch, kept his aim steady. The man didn't move, still smirking. Jonah blinked—and in that instant, the man was already standing on the roof of the Humvee, face to face with him.

Jonah immediately tried to pull the trigger, but the man was faster. His hand grabbed the rifle barrel, trying to rip it away. But Jonah wasn't some rookie. Like the rest of the "lucky ones," he'd gone through hellish training under Alex. The strength he'd gained allowed him to hold on.

The man raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Ho! You've got strong arms, kid. But don't move too much. If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be in pieces. Now… take me to the false savior," he said, letting go of the barrel.

Jonah frowned, lowered his hand into the cabin, and gestured to the others that they had an unwanted guest on the roof. Kota and Takashi muttered quietly, fully aware that this strange guy would have found them no matter what. Exchanging glances, they wordlessly made a mutual decision—to head back to the port. After all, there were people there who, if necessary, could handle this stranger without Alex's help.

Kota slammed the gas pedal, and the Humvee jerked forward, turning around and heading back. Jonah still didn't take his eyes off the mysterious man, keeping his weapon ready, but the man didn't seem to notice him. He casually continued sipping alcohol from the bottle, as if he were sitting on a park bench rather than on top of a speeding armored vehicle.

Meanwhile, at the port, Hayato, Kensei, Miss Ma, Sasaki, Akisame, and Apachai were on guard duty, watching the perimeter while the other groups were busy

"We'll find out soon enough. Make your choice. Because you'll leave here either in one piece or in a bag. Even if you're Kensay's brother, I won't hesitate to kill you," Alex said, lifting his thumb slightly to the hilt of Yamato.

"Well, let's see why they call you the false savior," Sogetsu smirked.

Alex raised an eyebrow, looking at the one who had chosen to fight. He was still hesitating: whether to try to save Sogetsu or just finish him off. But before he could make a decision, Sogetsu had already attacked.

In an instant, Sogetsu appeared right in front of Alex, raising his arm for a strike to the head. However, the fist passed through a residual image. The real Alex had vanished. At that very moment, a snap echoed behind Sogetsu — and his body was covered with numerous cuts, from which blood began to seep.

"Do you want to continue? Or shall we stop here? My advice — don't bother, you won't win," Alex said in a calm tone, holding Yamato in his hand.

"Now this is interesting... I didn't even notice when you wounded me. And so many times..." Sogetsu laughed.

"You're just wasting my time," Alex replied calmly, running a hand through his hair, pushing it back.

Sogetsu grimaced and charged again. He poured all his strength and fury into each strike, but only hit the residual images. The wounds multiplied, his body bled, but he didn't stop. His strikes became faster, more precise, but still, they missed their mark.

The martial arts masters watched intently and with concentration. Even they couldn't understand how Alex was dodging. For everyone else, everything was happening too quickly — the spectators couldn't keep up with the movements.

And then — Sogetsu stopped. He dropped to his knees, blood dripping onto the concrete. His body was slashed, and Alex stood nearby, still not having drawn his sword from its sheath.

"Who... who are you...?" Sogetsu rasped, barely lifting his gaze.

Alex, slightly lifting his chin, answered calmly:

"I'm the one who stands above all."

He raised his index finger to the sky, and a cold fire flickered in his eyes.

Sogetsu looked at Alex and then burst into loud laughter.

"That... damn, that really suits you. So, are you going to kill me after all?" he asked, stopping his laughter and already accepting his defeat.

"Nah, changed my mind. I'll save you," Alex casually waved him off. "I don't want this old man trailing me around, whining about how I killed his brother. And Lady Ma might get upset."

"Heh. And why the hell do you suddenly care about my brother's and my sister in law's opinions?" Sogetsu smirked, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Let's just say… I'm Kensay's son-in-law. Married to his daughter. So, technically, we're one big, weird family now. Now, grit your teeth — this is going to hurt. It's like someone's trying to drag you through a meat grinder alive," Alex grinned.

Sogetsu didn't even have time to fully process what had been said when Alex suddenly slammed his palm into his chest. A wave of energy surged through Sogetsu's body, destroying the demonic power nesting within him while simultaneously erasing the control mechanisms placed on him — so he wouldn't become a puppet of Davoth and the Minister of Monoliths.

He realized Alex wasn't joking: the pain overwhelmed him, piercing every cell, as if he were literally being dragged through a mill. Only the loss of consciousness brought him the long-awaited relief.

"Well, that's it. Someone, take him to the med bay," Alex said, turning to the others.

"Will he be alright? He won't... end up like Diego?" Hayato asked doubtfully, stepping closer.

"Don't worry, old man. The main thing is to tie Kensay to the bed while his brother's unconscious. We know his temper," Alex gave a thumbs-up, winking.

Hayato sighed heavily, grabbed Sogetsu by the scruff, and dragged him to the aircraft carrier, trusting Alex's words.

Brunhilde approached and placed her hand on his shoulder. Alex quietly touched his forehead to hers, signaling why he had done what he did. She simply nodded, understanding and accepting his choice.

GIR, MIMI, and Stitch, realizing there was nothing more for them to do here, hurried back to the rehabilitation center — new "enlightened" individuals awaited them, who were about to witness the Emperor's light.

Revy, passing by, gave Alex a light punch on the shoulder without saying anything and headed aboard. Alex watched her, confused about what was going on in the woman's head.

Later, he gave the order to start unloading — everything that had been brought was now being transferred to the aircraft carrier. Gradually, the other groups began returning from their raid, immediately curious about what they had missed. Alex recounted the events, and the response was filled with outraged exclamations — especially from his girls, who were upset they missed such a "spectacular" scene.

Renka, upon learning she had an uncle, kissed Alex on the lips before running off.

Once everything was unloaded, the only thing left was to set off — the next stop was Japan. The journey would be long, so it was time to relax a bit.

That evening, Chun-Li, Cammy, and Chikita moved in with Alex and his girls. Except for Casper, who loudly complained that Alex had "taken" Chikita. But Coco quickly silenced her brother by giving him a few good kicks and sending him on his way.

The next day, the aircraft carrier reached the shores of Japan. Alex stood among his guys, enjoying a rare moment of peace in the company of men.

"What's with the sky? Another storm?" asked Soap, looking at the sky covered in clouds.

"Those aren't just clouds, Johnny. Look closer," Ghost said, pointing toward the horizon…

Alex and the others shifted their gaze to where Ghost was pointing. In the sky, above the horizon, clouds were swirling, forming a giant vortex that was pulling everything into it. Alex recognized the spot immediately — he had marked it on the map when their group was still on the island. He knew that right beneath the center of this atmospheric nightmare was the Red Marker.

"It feels like we've sailed into Mordor," Kota muttered, nodding at the vortex.

"More like Minas Morgul. There were no clouds like that in Mordor. Did you even watch the movie properly?" Wiley corrected him with a smirk.

"Alright, alright," Nathan raised his hands. "Someone finally explain to me what this damn anomaly is? I haven't watched your 'Rings,' but even without that, it's clear that such a sky doesn't just appear."

"It's the Red Marker," Alex replied, staring at the churning sky.

"Well, that clears everything up," Soap nodded, as if hearing the weather forecast.

"Are we going to destroy it?" Lehm asked, lighting a cigarette. "But it's deep in the country. Getting there isn't a walk on the beach."

Alex responded with a broad, predatory smile:

"No need. It's time to use the Big Gun."

The guys stared at him simultaneously and then followed his gaze. In the distance, toward the marker, stood a massive weapon, hidden behind protective structures.

"Who said Big Gun?!" Rebecca's excited squeal echoed.

Alex smirked and placed his hand on her head. Soon, GIR, MIMI, and Stitch appeared, ready to assist with targeting. Even the girls came down from the bridge — everyone was interested in the sudden change in the weather. Alex briefly explained the situation, and their faces immediately darkened.

He pulled out his phone and activated the weapon's control panel.

"Trajectory calculation complete, daddy!" MIMI reported happily.

"Output power — 10%. Preparing for firing," GIR added, giving a thumbs-up.

A distant hum echoed as the gun slowly, but steadily, turned toward its target. The sound of rising energy filled the air, and vibrations could be felt even through the deck.

"We are at a safe distance. The impact radius: over 60 kilometers," MIMI announced, finishing the calculations.

"Are you seriously going to fire a nuclear warhead at it?" R asked, stunned, staring at Alex.

"Almost," Alex smirked. "And now... here you go, Rebecca. I promised you'd press the button."

"Thanks! Mwah!" Rebecca squealed, jumping up and wrapping herself around Alex.

"Everyone, get ready," Alex warned, scanning the group with his gaze. "Even though we're outside the impact zone, the shockwave will reach us. So... what do they say? Ah, yes — cover your ears and open your mouth."

Before the others could follow the advice, the "gremlin" Rebecca joyfully pressed the button.

A shrill sound rang out — as if the generator was producing energy beyond its limits — and a fraction of a second later, the shot was fired. A bright green energy beam tore through the sky and shot toward the marker. A few moments later, a huge green dome erupted where the marker had been. The shockwave from the explosion hit the aircraft carrier with such force that several people were nearly swept into the ocean — fortunately, Alex and the martial arts masters managed to catch them.

Everyone froze, staring at the enormous glowing dome in the distance, shock evident on their faces as they turned their gaze to Alex. Now they understood why he had said it was "almost" an atomic bomb… But now it was clear — this was much worse.

Alex, however, calmly lifted his gaze to the sky. The clouds began to disperse, revealing a clear, bright sky. The Red Marker was destroyed.

To be continued...

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