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Chapter 91: Hero is Way Too Cute!

I have turned into a newborn baby.

No, should I be called a ‘re-born’ baby?

It was so absurd that no words could be spoken, except for my swears.

“Au.”

No, no matter how the unification of swear words are “Au” is just not going to cut it!

“Master. I think I should cut the umbilical cord and get moving. I’ll explain more about the situation soon. The situation is not looking so good… ”

“Au.”

“Ah… Aren’t you too cute sir? ”

Saintess H looked at me with shining eyes. I don’t hate it, but it was a very troublesome gaze.

I decided to first get this chaotic situation cleared up.

Then after that, I needed strength.

Shortly before, I had managed to instinctively restrain my power. Nobody taught me, but I intuitively realized that using my power would have been dangerous.

Now I know why.

If you use this in the womb space, it would have definitely…

Not only for me, but also the owner of the mother’s womb would have been at stake.

But now it was fine because I was detached.

I freed my black box.

? Race: Chaos Human

? Level: 1

Job: Demon King (Hero → Level ↓)

? Skill: Dark Energy Z, Divinity Z, Blessed Z, Immortality MAX, Survival MAX…

? Status: Holy Sword, Magic Sword

Two unexpected skills were aligned in front of the stats.

It’s also at MAX rank.

My skills seemed to have been raised while I was distracted.

The problem was not that.

“Au… ? ”

Demon King … ?

I thought about it.

Obviously, my job was a Demon King even if I was swept away. The black box seemed to have stored that memory without forgetting it.

Should I say this is good?

The answer was yes.

The Demon King is the best job if you do not encounter a Hero.

Soaaaa-

The pitch-black Dark Energy that gushed out of my little flesh turned into scissors.

The greatest advantage of the Demon King is that it is the ‘peak of every demon’. Optimized for dealing with demons and Dark Energy.

Snip.

I cut the umbilical cord with scissors.

The beautiful lifeline that followed a mother was cut off.

Flutter!

I summoned the Devil’s wings to my back.

I could also generate wings of a righteous Hero, but if I did something wrong with the baby’s body that hasn’t been properly formed, I properly gave up on such notion.

“Au ~ ?!”

“Oh my goodness!”

Flying a little with the wings of the devil, I crashed into the soft bosom of Saintess H.

it was because as soon as I flew my shoulders stiffened.

A Demon King with muscular pain…

Inevitably, I had to rely on Saintess H.

With a stable position in her soft chest and arms, I glanced down briefly.

There was a girl that I saw for the first time.

With body too immature to bear new life.

To make matters worse, she didn’t even look to have enough nutrients in her body. It was not a condition that could give birth to a child.

But I was born like this.

Even though I’m a premature baby.

“Au… ”

“Sorry, Master. Her level was so low that when she gave birth to Master, I couldn’t help her recover or resurrect. If she had given birth stably she wouldn’t have had to die at least… ”

Saintess H said with a voice full of sadness.

I didn’t think much of it though.

Recovery and resurrections are not free.

It consumes level and experience.

Depending on the level of life and the state of the corpse, the deviation is large, but a human below the average level of 20 will have eternal rest upon death.

If it’s not urgent, when healing a wound with a blessing of healing or magic, taking herbs that will reduce your experience is necessary.

This is The Law of Equivalent exchange in the fantasy world.

Even a Saintess is not an exception.

However,

“Au.”

I had to pay back somehow for my birth going safely.

Resurrection is definitely a saint’s inherent ability, but saving a person doesn’t have to always require resurrection, no?

Shuwaaaaaa-

I gently wrapped the drooping girl’s body with a Black Energy.

This is the power that only the Demon King can do.

? Race: Daemon

? Level: 4

Job: Slave (50% EXP)

? Skill: Dark Energy S, Survival E, Constitution F, Patience F

? Status: Postnatal, Regeneration

It is to appoint her race as a devil.

The girl died as a human being and was reborn as a pure devil with S-grade Dark Energy.

With the benefits of the innate devil’s constitution.

The strong body that human beings are trying so hard to acquire.

Sururk.

The swelling quickly subsided and the uterus, vagina and vulva contracted. The wounds at birth also quickly healed.

The girl’s expression became calm as her internal organs and fatigue, which had been set to death during childbirth, has remarkably recovered.

It definitely is a devilish resilience.

And she opened her eyes.

“Ah… I’m alive… ? ”

The girl mumbled, and stroked her body while her legs were spread apart.

Saintess H talked to her with a bright smile.

“Congratulations on being born again. Are you okay?”

“Ms.Hippolia!”

“First, at least wear this skirt.”

“Better than that… the baby!”

… I moved over to Saintess H’s to the flat bosom of the girl. This was done because I felt it should be done.

But there was no such thing as an identity crisis for me.

To find the closest expression to this situation in a fantasy-like situation, the girl was like a breast-feeding nanny.

She was still milking.

“Suck*!”