The Daily Life of the Demon King

After Alex left Koko, Yuriko, and Saya to handle the selection of people for evacuation to the aircraft carrier, he assigned them a reliable guardian—a wolf-like robot capable of repelling any threat. Though truthfully, even without it, the girls were perfectly safe thanks to Alex's paranoia. He had meticulously planned every precaution, and now the energy shields embedded in their clothes could withstand even a direct hit from a weapon powerful enough to destroy an entire world.

Alex walked through the city streets at a steady pace. In one hand, he carried a massive shield; in the other, a halberd. A sword hung at his waist. The evacuation had already begun, and he could see people frantically gathering their belongings as soldiers helped guide them to evacuation points. But the sight that weighed on him most were those who refused to leave their homes—unable to part with the place where they had spent their entire lives.

From loudspeakers connected to the restored communication system came the voice of Major Lee:

"All civilians! Evacuate the city immediately! A massive horde is approaching the walls! The city is lost. Do not panic—gather your belongings, don't forget your loved ones, and proceed to the evacuation points. While the soldiers hold the line, you still have a chance to get out alive."

Fortunately, the military maintained order, and panic had yet to consume the streets.

When Alex reached the main wall, he instantly realized they were waiting for him. No one had yet ascended the battlements; everyone stood tense before the iron gates. He glanced over the crowd—serious, focused faces. He knew: it was time to speak again.

He began ascending the wall, followed by GIR, MIMI, Stitch, and both the White and Red sisters. GIR carried the banner of the Imperium, which billowed majestically in the wind. Alex's expression remained calm and focused, but inside him raged a storm of emotions.

He looked at Brunhilda, silently asking whether he really had to make another speech. She gave a barely perceptible nod—as if to say, this is your duty, ignite their spirits.

Alex stepped to the edge of the wall, where the golden sunlight lit his figure as though elevating him above all others. He raised his halberd high above his head—and spoke:

"Today is the day we take up our weapons and point them at our enemies. Today is the day we prove that there is only one dominant life form in this universe. Remember those days when this nightmare began, remember how helpless you were and watched as everything you loved and everything you held dear was torn apart by the hands of these abominations. Remember those emotions of helplessness and turn them into the flames of Wrath that burn in your hearts. Let the flames of Wrath burn brighter than the sun, point that Wrath at our enemies. We hold in our hands the steel-barreled sword of Wrath."

The sun's rays illuminating him gave Alex's words an almost divine power. His voice echoed across the square. People's hearts trembled. As they recalled the horrors of the early days, their fears and their losses, they felt a fire ignite in their chests.

The soldiers' expressions grew grimmer. Even those who once trembled at the sight of the horde now gripped their weapons with renewed resolve. The women and men in Alex's group stared at him in awe, amazed at how his words had kindled their fighting spirit.

Only Brunhilda and Rory knew the real reason: the Blessing of War that Alex carried amplified every word and movement, turning him into the perfect warrior and leader.

Veterans who had seen countless battles nodded silently. Even Hayato, standing off to the side, silently praised Alex for the strength of his speech.

"WRATH!!!" all shouted in unison, raising their weapons high above their heads.

Battle cries echoed throughout the area beneath the wall. In everyone's eyes burned the fire of determination and the thirst for battle. Alex allowed them to shout — they needed to release their pent-up emotions, to ignite the flame within. GIR proudly waved the flag, standing tall on the wall. Red and White looked at Alex's back, once again convinced of one thing — he truly was someone capable of leading others. For salvation. For hope.

The girls standing off to the side watched as the cries of the soldiers spread throughout the city. This moment stood in sharp contrast to what they were used to — the usually carefree Alex now stood majestic, like a hero from an ancient epic. Even their breath caught at the sheer power he radiated.

Alex calmly raised his hand — and the noise began to die down. Following his motion, people fell silent, though the fire of battle still burned in their eyes. Once silence settled in, a cold, almost imperceptible smile appeared on Alex's lips. He knew — he had done it. He had lit the fire within them. But his speech wasn't finished yet.

"Brothers! The demons clamor for a taste of victory… But we will defy them this day! As we have defied them for 10 millennia! You are — sons and daughters of Adam and Eve! You are servants to the Imperium, and the guardians of humanity! Let these wretches feel the Wrath of the ancient VENGENCE!!!!!" Alex roared, raising his sword above his head.

"VENGENCE!!!" the crowd echoed in unison across the entire square.

"Let's give them a fight!" shouted voices from the crowd.

"Destroy them for the Imperium!" fanatics cried, raising their weapons.

Alex smiled, lowered his sword, and hooked it back onto his belt. Taking his halberd in hand, he nodded to Brunhilde and the other girls, turned, and looked at GIR, MIMI, Stitch, Red, and White. They were ready too. Without a word, Alex stepped forward, climbed onto the railing of the wall — and jumped down, beyond the city limits.

GIR stabbed the flag into the railing so it would continue to flutter in the wind and followed Alex. MIMI and Stitch gracefully leapt over the edge, landing beside him. Red and White exchanged glances, and then, without hesitation, jumped down after them.

From beyond the wall, Alex could still hear the shouting. Their fighting spirit remained unshaken.

As soon as Alex's team was beyond the walls, Brunhilde took charge. One sharp look from her was enough to ensure immediate obedience. Especially from the soldiers — even the most hardened among them dared not defy her. The fear her gaze inspired outweighed any military code.

"Rika, Ada — to the rooftop. You're our eyes. Rika, focus on the big targets. We know they're the ones controlling the horde. Without them, all this meat turns into just a crowd, not a coordinated threat."

"No problem," Rika replied, pulling out her grappling hook.

"And I'm gonna need extra pay for this," Ada added with a smirk, following her friend's lead.

"And who exactly are you going to charge?" Miu asked with surprise.

"Who do you think? Alex, of course," Ada answered calmly.

"You're practically his wife already — what more do you want from him?" Valmet said, shaking her head.

"'Practically' isn't 'wife,'" Ada smirked, firing her grappling hook.

Before anyone could reply, Ada was already on the roof, beside Rika. The other girls exchanged glances — Ada had enough audacity for three people, but some of them knew: behind that boldness lay something more. Perhaps it was just her way of hiding her true feelings.

Rory, Chun-Li, Cammy, Shigure, Miu, Renka, Saeko, Beatrix, and Rei remained below, along with the other martial arts masters. They were preparing to face whatever broke through the defenses.

Brunhilde, Valmet, Chikita, and Rebecca climbed the wall. At Brunhilde's command, all the warriors began to take their positions along the entire perimeter. The wind fluttered the flag of the Imperium, beside which she stood — motionless, cold, and majestic.

And though the enemy approached. Though a storm loomed on the horizon. In that moment, the city was ready to face it head-on.

The martial artists entered a state of complete focus. No one knew exactly when the undead would breach the walls, so each of them stayed tense, prepared to face the threat at any moment.

"Interesting young man... I never would have thought that someone's words could inspire me so. Don't you agree, old friend?" A voice, aged and familiar, called from behind Hayato.

Hayato and the others turned around and saw Kwon Jae-Kyu slowly walking toward them, hands clasped behind his back. Behind him moved other elders and several members of the Sun-Woo clan. Their faces were serious and composed.

Recognizing the old acquaintance, Hayato smirked:

"Jae-Kyu... Years have passed, and you still walk around with that grumpy look on your face."

"And you haven't changed, Hayato. Still with that eternal smile," Kwon Jae-Kyu replied calmly, stopping next to him.

"So how did you end up here? Isn't the Sun-Woo headquarters in Seoul? That's quite a distance," noted Sasaki, crossing his arms over his chest.

"A lot has happened. When all this chaos started, the leader of Murim decided to stand up for the common people. Lady Seol supported him, and the Sun-Woo clan joined. However, there was an assassination attempt on her. Soon after, a bounty was placed on all members of our clan," spoke Jeong Chang-Il, his voice filled with anger. "Moreover, Lady Seol's illness relapsed, and we had to retreat to the border."

"Same story for us. We held our ground at first, but then we were squeezed from all sides. If it weren't for Alex... we might have also joined the ranks of the undead," said Akisame with a hint of sadness, running his fingers through his mustache.

The Sun-Woo elders listened with interest to the story of the Ryozanpaku masters. It turned out that both groups had been hunted. They had learned of this from Alex during one of their conversations. It was the "Evil Corporation" behind it all, eliminating anyone who could stand in their way.

"So, if I understood correctly, Alex is the guy standing on the wall? What's your connection with him?" asked Elder Jeong.

"He's my grandson," Hayato replied tersely.

"And my son-in-law," added Kensei, in an equally serious tone.

Kwon Jae-Kyu raised an eyebrow in surprise. He knew what kind of man Hayato was, and the fact that he allowed his precious granddaughter Miu to date some guy was truly astonishing. Hayato silently pointed to Miu, who stood among the group of girls, engaged in an animated conversation.

"A girl in the hospital said that this Alex might be able to cure our lady. Is that true?" Kwon Jae-Kyu asked directly.

"If it were anyone else, I'd immediately say it's nonsense. But Alex is not ordinary. He really can do it," Hayato answered, crossing his arms over his chest. "And knowing you, stubborn old man, and that the Sun-Wu clan is here now... You're clearly not the type to stay in debt."

"If he's capable of doing it, we have even more reasons to stay and fight," Kwon Jae-Kyu said firmly, still keeping his hands behind his back.

"Then here's my advice, old man Kwon. I recommend you listen to the orders of the girl standing on the wall with the spear. The one who looks like a valkyrie," added Sasaki with a smirk, pointing a finger at Brunhilde, whose spear gleamed against the backdrop of the fluttering banner.

All members of the Sun-Woo clan followed Sasaki's finger and saw Brunhilde proudly standing on the wall with a golden spear in her hands. The flag of the Imperium fluttered beside her. Her strict, focused gaze, directed forward, left a deep impression on everyone.

Hayato and the others shared information about Brunhilde and Alex with the Sun-Woo clan. The more Kwon Jae-Kyu listened, the more surprised he became: a young guy like Alex had managed to do so much for the sake of saving people. However, Brunhilde's contributions could not be ignored either — in the elders' eyes, they seemed like the perfect complement to each other.

However, when the conversation turned to Alex's personal life, the expressions on Hayato and Kensei's faces grew sour again. The thing was, Miu, Hayato's granddaughter, and Renka, Kensei's daughter, were both in relationships with Alex. And aside from them, Alex had other women as well. The men from the Sun-Woo clan struggled to hide their slight envy — because each of the girls pointed out by Hayato and Kensei was dazzling in her own way.

At the same time, Alex had no idea that once again he had become the object of discontent among a group of men. He, along with his team, stood in the open field right at the border with North Korea — it was through this border that a huge undead horde from China was about to pass. A horde led by Davoth's minions, bringing only death and destruction. Alex already knew: their goal was to sow chaos, suffering, and despair.

Sticking his halberd into the ground beside him, he stared ahead without blinking. He could already feel the approaching threat — the foul sensation that accompanied every appearance of the undead began to fill the air, like a suffocating fog.

For the fighters standing on the wall, each moment of waiting felt like an eternity. But despite this, the fire in their hearts never waned. No one was willing to give up. They were all ready to fight to the last, just to buy precious time for the evacuation of the civilians.

"Why does all this remind me of the Battle of Helm's Deep?" muttered Kota, peering over the barricade down below.

"You're right, Kota," replied Toji with a grin. "Behind us are the city and the civilians, and in front of us, a massive army ready to erase everything from the face of the earth. I hope we don't get a scene with the wall blowing up like in the movie."

"Don't jinx it," Valmet grumbled, kicking Toji in the leg.

The guys laughed as Toji lost his balance and fell to the ground with a crash. Laughter was a relief — even if just for a moment, it drowned out the looming anxiety.

Meanwhile, Alex felt the ground beneath his feet begin to tremble ever so slightly. This could only mean one thing — the undead horde was approaching. And it wasn't just a group, but an avalanche. Deep down, he knew that it was his presence that might have been the reason why the main force was heading this way, not just a small squad.

"Hey guys, I think my visor is glitching... everything turned red," Lutz said.

"It's not a glitch. The number of targets marked as enemies is off the charts," Ghost replied calmly.

Everyone with visors turned toward the horizon — and saw the same thing. The entire space ahead was crimson with enemy marks. Rika and Ada, positioned on the roof, had the clearest view of the approaching horde.

In just a few moments, everyone standing on the walls or outside them felt the ground vibrating from the stampede of millions of feet.

"So it begins..." said Lehm, flicking his cigarette aside.

"Lehm, admit it, you've seen that movie too, throwing around lines like that?" Toji smirked.

"Maybe I'll watch it. If we survive today," Lehm replied, putting on his helmet.

Alex stood still, feeling the tremors beneath his feet — the deep foreboding rumble of the approaching horde. Next to him stood GIR, MIMI, Stitch, Red, and White. GIR, MIMI, and Stitch were barely containing their impatience — if their veins ran with blood, it would already be boiling with the excitement of battle. They'd only participated in small skirmishes before, but now they were facing a battle of truly epic proportions.

Red and White stood behind Alex with unreadable expressions, their gazes fixed forward, on the blood-red sky. Alex grabbed the halberd, which had been stuck in the ground, and raised his eyes to the bloody horizon — he knew this was not just darkness, but a portent. The undead horde carried demons with them — Davoth's loyal servants, and their presence distorted the very sky.

The weather worsened with every passing second, and the oppressive pressure from the heavens weighed heavily on the defenders of the wall. Yet, the image of Alex standing at the front gave them confidence.

The ground vibrated stronger. Alex gripped the halberd tightly and lifted it above his head. He waited. Waited until the horde was close enough. His eyes blazed as the moment arrived. With lightning speed, he swung the halberd downward, and his hand slid down the shaft to the very end.

The world froze for a moment. Then — an explosion. Fragments of stone and sand shot into the air. A gaping crack stretched from the point of impact to the front lines of the horde, littered with the bodies of dismembered undead. The demons, guided by instinct, immediately sensed the threat. One of them — Baron of Hell — growled:

"KILL THE FALSE SAVIOR!!!" he roared, pointing a clawed finger at Alex.

"Rika, aim for the one who gave the order," Brunhilda said calmly.

Rika didn't hesitate. A shot rang out. Baron of Hell's head exploded like an overripe fruit, a brilliant plasma trail following behind it. Alex snorted — the one in charge shouldn't expose themselves like that. But the cry had already been made, and the horde surged forward.

GIR and MIMI activated their shields, pressing their weapons to their bodies. Stitch chuckled and racked the shotgun's pump. Red and White took up combat positions.

The first to reach Alex was the Knight of Hell. It charged at him, but Alex grabbed it by the neck and, staring directly into its eyes, forcefully slammed his forehead into the demon's skull. A sharp crack — and the body hung limp. Alex tossed it aside and raised his shield, deflecting plasma shots.

On the horizon, he noticed something new — mechanical spider-like demons, resembling brains on cybernetic legs.

"Well then, time to show these demons their place," he said with a grin, addressing his team.

Alex and his companions plunged into the heart of the enemy. Alex kept his shield before him, sweeping through the undead like a storm. Reaching one of the Arachnotrons, he drove his halberd straight into its grotesque face. Armor shards flew in every direction.

He didn't stop — grabbing the corpse of the Arachnotron, Alex hurled it with force at another demon. Baron of Hell was crushed under the carcass of his comrade.

GIR, MIMI, and Stitch fought alongside him — each in their own way. Stitch, using firearms, nimbly hopped over the bodies of enemies like steps. GIR and MIMI, like war machines, relentlessly carved their way through, destroying everything in their path. Red and White were not far behind, displaying deadly grace as they obliterated enemies with their abilities.

From the wall, the fighters watched as Alex and his team found themselves at the heart of the carnage. With each swing of his halberd, hundreds of undead and demons were reduced to bloody scraps of flesh.

"Prepare yourselves!" Brunhilda's voice rang out, cold as a blade. "Aim for the larger creatures capable of destroying the wall. Those who get too close, throw incendiary grenades or burn them with flamethrowers!"

Following Brunhilda's orders, the fighters on the wall immediately opened fire on the targets she indicated. The roar of gunfire echoed through the fortifications, and everyone responsible for defending the inner perimeter knew — the battle had begun. No doubts, no hesitations. Only war.

Brunhilda continued to issue commands, her voice calm, clear, and cold as steel. Despite the heavy suppressive fire, there were simply too many undead. It seemed their ranks were endless, and mere moments later, the first zombies reached the base of the wall. On her command, soldiers began tossing incendiary grenades down below, and soon the flames were raging at the fortress's foundation, burning the undead and demons alive.

Rebecca, without wasting time, aimed the grenade launcher at the enemy clusters, tearing them apart. Rika and Ada, positioned on the roof, tirelessly shot down the larger demons, helping to ease the pressure on the defense line.

"Koko, how much longer until the evacuation is complete?" Brunhilda asked, pressing the communicator.

"Half of the city is already out of danger. And I don't even need to be there to know — you guys are in Hell," Koko responded, her voice tense.

"Tell them to hurry up. The wall won't hold for long," Brunhilda snapped, ending the conversation.

She glanced downward. The horde of undead relentlessly hammered against the walls, leaving bloody claw marks and the impacts of bodies against the stone. With each strike, she could feel it — just a little longer, and the defense would crack. Then the monsters would flood into the city, and the real nightmare would begin.

Her gaze lingered on Alex, fighting at the heart of the battle. She knew his plan required the evacuation of all civilians. Only then would he unleash his full potential.

"Dad, leave me! This abomination is mine!" Stitch's voice rang out as he ran up to Alex, pointing at the Cacodemons hovering in the sky.

Alex, brushing Pinkie aside with his shield, looked at Stitch and nodded. He swung his halberd, clearing a path. Stitch leapt onto the halberd, and Alex, like a catapult, threw him into the air. With loud, maniacal laughter, Stitch crashed into a Cacodemon, piercing it through. Mid-flight, he drew his shotgun and shot at another, landing on a third, continuing his deadly dance on the flying creatures.

Seeing this, GIR tightened his power hammer and charged towards Alex.

"Now it's my turn!" he shouted, bouncing with impatience.

Alex nodded again and threw GIR into the air with force. And as GIR reached the peak of his flight, Alex teleported right behind him. Like a baseball bat, he swung his halberd and struck GIR's claws with all his might, sending him downward.

GIR descended toward the ground, leaving a fiery trail behind him, like a meteor. Everyone on the wall looked up and saw a burning star falling from the sky. Moments later, there was a deafening explosion — GIR, crashing into the heart of the horde, exploded, scattering demons and undead in all directions like toy soldiers.

The situation at the wall was growing increasingly desperate. Corpses of undead and demons piled up in unimaginable numbers, but the waves of enemies never ceased. The massive wall, once a shield and bastion of protection for the city, was covered in a network of cracks, like a spider's web. With each passing moment, these cracks spread further and widened.

No matter how many undead and demons the fighters burned, the destruction continued. However, they had one important goal — to buy time for the evacuation of the civilians.

Koko, Saya, and Yuriko regularly sent reports on the evacuation progress, and fortunately, the city's defensive system played a key role — turrets mounted on the walls began mowing down enemies by the dozens. As soon as Wolf hacked into their control, he immediately activated the systems without waiting for an order. The turrets unleashed a barrage of fire on the advancing horde.

Randgriz, in the form of the halberd that Alex held in his hands, had already returned to his spiritual space. Alex, drawing his sword, infused each swing with power capable of cutting through thousands of enemies. He waited — waited for the signal that almost all the civilians would be safe before starting the retreat.

Yet even iron is not eternal. The massive gates could not withstand the relentless assault. A breach formed under the unyielding pressure of the enemy.

"They're breaking through! Get ready!" Hayato shouted, the first to notice as one of the demons slipped through the gap.

The fighters behind the walls were ready to meet the enemy face to face. Hearing the shout, Brunhilda immediately ordered the soldiers to cover the position behind the walls. Turning around, the fighters began pouring lead into the undead that had breached the city.

A massive battle unfolded behind the wall. Where one gap appeared, a second was sure to follow. The enemies flooded the city like a tidal wave. They grew in number, and holding them back became increasingly difficult.

"Brunhilda, the city is nearly evacuated. Begin the retreat to the aircraft carrier," Saya's voice came through the communication line.

"Understood," Brunhilda replied.

She took a deep breath and shouted:

"The city is almost evacuated! Everyone retreat to the port! I repeat: retreat to the port — immediately!"

"Guys, you heard the Valkyrie! We're retreating!" Lehm shouted, jumping off the wall.

The soldiers quickly began descending, shooting at the pursuing undead. Rika and Ada, who had been on the roof, used chain-hooks to descend. But during the retreat, demons began climbing over the walls, breaking into the defenders' ranks.

"Alex, we're retreating. You can begin," Brunhilda said, piercing an Infernal Knight with her spear.

"Understood. It's time to return," Alex replied.

He relayed the command to his companions, and, with sword in hand, led them through the crowd of enemies, clearing a path to the wall where the horde had already broken through. Alex ran ahead, holding his shield before him, smashing everything in his path. At full speed, he collided with the heavy iron gates, tearing them off their hinges. The massive doors fell, crushing demons underneath and turning them into a bloody mess.

"Retreat with the others. I'll stay behind and hold them off," he called to his companions.

GIR, MIMI, Stitch, Red, and White nodded and rushed toward the others.

"Well then, girls... I'll handle the rest," Alex said, addressing the Valkyries.

His armor, weapon, shield, and laurel wreath glowed, then dissolved into blinding light. He took a deep breath, clasped his hands, and quickly began to weave his fingers into a familiar seal sequence.

"Wood Style: Underground Roots!" he shouted, striking the ground with force.

A strong vibration rippled through the city, as though the earth itself had trembled. Thick tree roots shot up from beneath the ground, cracking asphalt and stone. They immediately began grabbing and entangling the rushing undead and demons, squeezing their bodies with such force that their life force poured out, turning the enemies into crushed, fleshy husks.

"Damn it, Alex and his tricks — not the right time! These roots are in the way!" cursed Nathan, sharply veering the vehicle to avoid a collision with the suddenly appearing roots.

"Less talk, more action, Nathan. These roots are slowing down the horde," Soap responded calmly, continuing to take aimed shots at the enemy.

Some fighters activated the maneuvering systems on their combat armor, using the built-in jet boosters to break free from the advancing creatures. They nimbly ran along the walls, leapt over breaches and twisting roots, maintaining their momentum without losing speed.

Meanwhile, Alex summoned Chastifol and switched it to "humiliation mode." Hundreds of small blades, resembling kunai, soared into the air, forming a deadly swarm that with terrifying accuracy plunged into the bodies of enemies, slicing through them like paper. Alex ran toward the city center when he realized — the horde wasn't after his companions, but after him. He had become the bait. He was their target.

The group of fighters finally reached the port. They instantly jumped off the transport, taking up pre-prepared defensive positions, ready to hold the final line at any cost. GIR was already standing in the center, holding the Imperium flag high in one hand, and in the other, a bolter, from which he unleashed a continuous stream of fire at the advancing undead. Within moments, the entire horde that had been pursuing them was wiped out at the entrance to the port.

However, one of the survivors was missing.

"Where's Alex?" Saya asked with concern, scanning the gathered group.

"He seems to be... over there," Hayato said, pointing to the roof of the tallest building in the city.

Everyone turned around. And they saw him.

Alex hovered in the air at the very top of the skyscraper, like a figure from legends. One of his hands was pointed toward the heavens, the other toward the ground. Demons and undead scrambled up, making furious screams, trying to reach him. But Alex seemed to pay them no mind. He stood calmly, fearlessly, as if what was happening below had nothing to do with him.

And then his voice rang out.

"Throughout Heaven and Earth, I Alone Am The Honored One."

The words were clear and loud, echoing throughout the city, filling the air with arrogance, undeniable pride... and a defiant challenge — to whoever was behind all this chaos.

To be continued...

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