Duke’s Quadruplets Are All Overpowered Chapter 316

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Considering the nature of demons, it is natural that they have no qualms about killing each other.

However, there is clearly mutual cooperation among them, such as forming an army. I don’t think I was discovered to be human. Why do they immediately try to kill the first demon they meet?

“why?”

Before I killed the miscellaneous mimicry demons, I got curious.

It’s not often you get a chance to talk to the devil.

After backing away from the hostile attackers, I shrugged my shoulders and asked a question.

“Why are you killing me?”

Their answer was concise.

[You are so ugly!]

[Sirak gravisirrrabisaba! Oh, this is the ugliest image I have ever seen since waking up from the abyss!]

They kill you because you are ugly.

I stopped my actions for a moment and observed their appearance. It’s not the level to discuss whether he’s handsome or ugly. It was like a deteriorated version of ‘Beauty and the Beast’ with the arm-armed junk running around with its red eyes flashing. Those guys insulted me and proudly shouted as if they were committing a justifiable murder.

[Ugly devils like you must disappear from Eve’s land!]

[Wow! The more I look at it, the more disgusting it becomes. Those eyes, that nose, that mouth! Even the disgusting filth demons of Heritan are golden compared to you! It causes beatings. How dare you make us feel uncomfortable? die!]

[Basiraggragrakviraxia! die! You’re an ugly devil!]

They rushed at me, shaking their bodies.

When it comes to appearance, I’m not in a position to really lecture anyone. It’s good to be handsome and pretty. To be honest, if I think about my face in my past life, even if I were given the chance to go back, I would definitely choose the ‘Polestar’ life. This life is better in every way. Honestly, if you have to prioritize it, the appearance of your face is also a big factor. But I don’t think someone deserves to die just because they’re ugly. Excluding extreme trash, this is a natural concept for ordinary humans. Once again, they realize that the devil is the devil. Damn, killing someone for being ugly is too much.

puck!

I kicked the guys who were attacking me. The heavy feel on the soles of my feet was refreshing. The shattered miscellaneous demons twitched and struggled and eventually stopped moving. I’m probably their corpse. A pile of junk was set on fire. It burned brightly and black smoke rose.

“You bastards.”

What Zmuu said was right.

To demons, my face looks hideous.

What should I do, damn it!

There’s no need to impress the devils, right?

* * *

I passed a landfill full of junk.

The landfill was half filled with junk and half with demons disguised as junk.

[Let’s go! It’s ugly!]

[Kill that guy! He’s an ugly guy!]

And I got attacked hundreds of times just because I was ugly.

I heard the call of an ugly man hundreds of times a day.

“You bastards.”

I was so angry that I used the biopsy method and burned the entire landfill. It was a waste of energy, but it was well worth it. Thousands of mimic demons were burned to death. Among them, there are probably innocent devils. But anyway, if they had seen my face, they would have all said I was ugly and wanted to kill me. So I hit the player. Well, isn’t that a devilish way of thinking? If you are in hell, you must follow the laws of hell.

I thought as I walked through the thick black smoke.

If we continue like this, we are in danger of starting a war with hell just because we are ugly.

“Tch.”

I picked up an old cloth from the trash heap that they were mimicking.

After shaking off the dust and surrounding myself with the power of a spirit beast, it was worth wearing even if it were from hell.

He tied the cloth and wore it like a cloak and wrapped it around his head to hide his face.

“shit.”

It was humiliating.

You have to cover your face just because you’re ugly.

Even to the devils.

* * *

While heading to the high tower, I discovered a ‘village’ of demons.

I thought that the words “devil” and “village” really did not fit together. The demons I’ve encountered so far have absolute superiority and hierarchy, with the higher-ranking species ruling the lower-ranking species like subjects and using them like parts. I only knew about the devil’s power and how to deal with it, but I didn’t know much about physiology. When I arrived at the village, I was again surprised. One is that social contracts exist even among demons. In other words, it means forming and living in society. Just as wild beasts in the wild live in groups and follow their own rules, demons also seemed to have rules. Just like the devil’s temple or the hell pyramid, there are unique architectural styles, languages, and social status, so perhaps devils are more social beings than humans think.

However, despite their intelligence, they did not hide their evil nature at all.

As I walked down the streets of the village, I felt like my mind was being filled with madness in real time.

Every time I walked ten steps, I witnessed a scene of carnage where people were taking each other’s lives for various reasons. The devil was a devil, and his way of thinking was asshole. They don’t fight without a reason, but when a reason arises, they are willing to take their opponent’s life. The problem was that the reason was so trivial and insignificant. Trying to kill someone because they are ugly is a noble person. As the insect-mimicking demon with dozens of legs was passing by, it was attacked by a bird-shaped demon and had its head pecked and eaten. When the village’s ‘guard’ (surprisingly, it was really a guard. I don’t know what security was for) asked why, he said he mistook him for prey. There was no conflict after that. It was wrong to be eaten, it was wrong to resemble the prey.

At first glance, the logic was that indiscriminate slaughter was possible, but there was a ‘rule of its own’.

Not long after, a murder case between demons occurred. This time, the demon guards dispatched captured the culprit of the incident, a cactus mimic demon, and punished him by pulling out all of his thorns. I don’t know what I was thinking. But I was genuinely curious, and like a meddler, I questioned the demons around me.

“Why is that guy being punished?”

[Kuch-! Killed for no reason! Rather, how dare you talk to me? die!]

He easily counterattacked and took off the head of the pig-like devil. The guard was dispatched (the busiest devil in hell?), and I told him the truth. This became ‘legal’. I wasn’t punished.

As a human, I could never understand the devils’ method of maintaining peace.

As I left the village, I passed a large bulletin board installed at the entrance and suddenly had to stop.

The bulletin board was filled with bounty posters. The leftmost one among them. That said, there was a familiar face on the latest bounty poster. That montage is my face.

“f*ck.”

The crime written on the poster.

[The culprit of the landfill demon annihilation incident.]

[Reward ‘Nine human fingers’]

[Rock Devil Report, Features ‘Very Ugly’]

“You bastards.”

Damn, really.

* * *

After three days of experiencing life in hell, I was so exhausted. No matter where you go, you hear the mimetic devil, the bird-mimetic devil speaks during the day, and the rat-mimetic devil speaks at night. Why are there bounty hunters in hell in the first place? I can’t even drink proper drinking water – I’m just wandering through hell. If I continue like this, I feel like I’ll become a devil. Is the environment important? Even if there is a devil born good, if he lives in a place like this, he will quickly become tainted.

“If you feel like you’re going to become a devil.”

If it continues like this, there will be no end.

“I’ll turn into a devil, whatever.”

I decided to take the devil’s way.

* * *

[Haribo of preparation]

Get ready, get ready!

The wrath of Haribo, Partestes of lava, disguiser of flames, will cover the earth!

I spent a few humiliating days (I was told I was ugly a thousand times) and researched and prepared.

The world of this pretender is, I guess, as wide as the land of the demi-humans.

However, the outskirts are the territory of unintelligent monsters, and the entire continent ‘mimics’ and changes its location and size from time to time, so no matter how much you kill the leader demon to obtain the map, you can only know the total area, but not the exact geography. The goal is not war, but assassination. In order to kill Eve, the king of disguises, we first had to find out where he was.

Among the mimicry demons, there were demons that acted as monarchs.

They occupied and ruled a certain area.

In other words, the ruling class of this hell. If we stop them, we will definitely be able to reach the king.

[Parates of the Night Wave]

There are waves. Only black waves are visible.

He cannot see, thus the night waves.

[Sangun’s Bara]

It’s huge! It’s huge! It’s huge! It’s huge!

There are three people who are called the lords of mimicry demons.

I obtained information about them through ‘diabolical research methods.’

They traced back the bounty hunters and raided the hunter base, and obtained information about the monarchs from their initial target, the owner of the high tower, a ‘cloud’ mimicry demon who was said to be watching over the demons of this land. I learned about six ways to kill clouds, but it wasn’t really important. The lord of the mimicry demons was not recorded in the Book of Raziel. He’s either an insignificant guy or a new kind of devil. Still, since they rule as monarchs, they must be quite strong. Although the exact power could not be determined, there was no time to make every effort. This is because the notoriety of the ‘ugly devil’ has increased. At least Eve’s location had to be determined before she was discovered.

The devilish method was quite convenient.

It feels like playing a role-playing game.

There is no need for humanity, justice, or mercy.

There is only purpose.

First, we attacked the hideout of the organization under the command of Parates of the Night Wave.

It’s a ‘water’ mimic devil that lives in the sea, so if you miss it once, it’s over.

I did a sword dance in a hideout that looked like a fish market full of octopus and squid demons. This is Jeongdongjin and Jagalchi. The octopus demons tried to escape by mimicking their surroundings, but they did not have the mimicry technology to fool Cheonan Tong. After slaughtering dozens of demons, they caught the leader of the hideout, the conch demon known as ‘Kalkanga of my own home.’

The guy was already scared of his overwhelming skills and was hiding in his house.

If you look at it from the side, it looks like a huge rock.

“Come out.”

There is no answer.

“Come out when you have something nice to say.”

Up to this point, I have been dealing with the devil and have finally discovered one good thing about him.

“Your master Paretes, if you tell me its location, I will spare your life. Otherwise, I will boil it, dip it in red pepper paste, and eat it.”

That is, it is easy to succumb to strong power and easily betray for survival.

[Ehehe.]

The mimicry was broken and the rock turned into a conch shell.

A conch devil slowly showing its face.

Red bean-like eyes look at me through the smooth skin unique to gastropods.

[Really?]

“Yes. I don’t break my promises. That’s why it’s also called ‘the devil of promises.’”

[Yayyyy. Devil of promises.]

The conch devil obediently told him how to meet Parates. Two days later, at the end of the coastline, a bastard came from far out in the sea, and he said that he was there to eat the legs of octopus and squid. Can you tell the devil’s lies? does not exist. I’m just saying that’s the way it is.

“good night.”

I laughed as I knocked on the conch’s house.

“I will live up to my promise.”

I turned my back and continued walking.

Paha!

This is the first time I’ve ever known that a conch’s happy sound is similar to Grandfather Choi Bul-am’s laughter. I stopped walking, turned around again, and stood in front of the conch.

[yes? There’s still some business left… … .]

“Am I a devil for no reason?”

[yes? yes?]

“The devil’s promises are meant to be broken.”

Quad Deuk!

When I broke the shell, it died of shock.

“No, I tried to just break the shell and save him… … .”

Embarrassed, I hurriedly left the place.

* * *

two days later.

and.

It’s night.

fantasy,