I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Brother What and Brother Hell Beating Up the Loving Father (2)
The diablo, Nurgle, who had suddenly descended from the body of the father of plague, opened his eyes.

He did not care about his own children or anyone else.

Instead, he looked at the two-headed green skin in front of him.

“Hey!” The two heads of the green-skinned man shouted at the same time, “Do you want me to knock you out from the front or the back?!”

“The two from the green skin?” The ancient diablo was puzzled.

He had lived with these two idiots in the subspace for countless years.

Naturally, he could smell their scent.

However…

In Nurgle's eyes, the ancient eye of despair, reflected the true form of the existence in front of him.

Under the shell of the green skin…

Terrifying tentacles were entrenched in it.

Pairs of terrifying evil eyes opened one after another, looking straight at Nurgle.

Their gazes met.

Nurgle felt as if he was standing in the depths of the boundless universe.

Galaxy after galaxy slowly came to the end.

Heavenly bodies walked towards destruction amidst the explosions.

Black holes spun and devoured everything.

The ultimate truth of the universe and countless forbidden knowledge was coming at them.

Even if it was him, the oldest diablo born in the subspace.

The god of motive power borned from despair and pain.

It was also inevitable that he would go crazy.

After all, he was just the cry of life in despair, the struggle of all things before death.

How could he compare to the ultimate truth of the universe's birth and death.

How could he compare to the great ruler who gave birth to everything, including the subspace?

Facing him directly, even if it was just the tip of an iceberg, even if it was just a thought in his beautiful dream.

No existence could withstand it!

“Ah…” Nurgle let out a sharp whistling sound.

At that moment, far away from countless times and worlds, Nurgle's true form in the deepest part of the subspace trembled at the same time.

Because, facing the truth directly, even if it was just a clone projection, would inevitably affect his original body.

That was unavoidable.

It was even more unstoppable.

Thus, the ancient diablo, this loving father who made countless people's faces change, made the most important decision since his birth!

He landed on the ground aggrievedly and turned into a young fatty wearing a school uniform and glasses.

He squatted down and held his head. Under the incredulous gaze of Cucas, the father of the plague, Chu Weiwei who had regained her consciousness, and under the eyes of dozens of green skins.

The God of motive power of all beings, the representative of despair and pain, the ancient diablo who was revered as a loving father by his followers, said in an extremely aggrieved and tearful voice, “Then hit me gently…”

“Don't hit my face!” The fatty took off his glasses, and tears of aggrievement fell.

Ling Pingan was dumbfounded.

Cucas was dumbfounded.

Chu Weiwei was also dumbfounded.

The green skins cheered.

“Brother What is indeed brutal and cunning!” A green skin said.

“Brother Hell is indeed cunning and brutal!” Another green skin shouted.

However, green skins, with their simple brains, had a hard time remembering the specific situation.

But it didn't matter because they never remembered anything.

Everything depended on imagination and legends.

So, these green skins watched with relish as they began to imagine.

A certain green skins directly activated the green skins special talent: I think.

It began to wonder: How on earth did I get here?

Oh!

It remembered…

It seemed to be looking for a supposedly fat and juicy Warhammer 40K.

Then, it found it here.

But, these evil claws of the Nurgle seized the Warhammer 40K.

Then, Brother What and Brother Hell appeared.

Brother What was tall and big, extremely brutal, extremely cunning.

Brother Hell was tall and big. He was extremely cunning and brutal!

Brother What and brother Hell were furious when they found out that Warhammer 40K had been taken by the Nurgle. Hence, they grabbed the Nurgle and its claws and beat them up.

The Nurgle was beaten until he cried!

Yes!

That was exactly what happened!

Something even scarier happened because creatures like green skin had some kind of spiritual network.

When one green skin believed in something, the other green skins would usually accept it.

Therefore, every green skin believed that this was the truth!

Nurgle and his claws tried to snatch the fat and juicy Warhammer 40K from them, but they were beaten up by Brother What and Brother Hell.

Nurgle was beaten until he cried!

“Brother What is indeed brutal and cunning!” The green skins who had completed their imagination said happily.

“Brother Hell is indeed cunning and brutal!” They said confidently.

Ling Pingan looked at the monster in front of him which had suddenly turned into a slightly chubby teenager.

He looked just like Ling Pingan's Junior High School classmate that was always bullied.

Ling Pingan's heart immediately softened.

“It's just a game…” he couldn't help but grumble. “Do monsters have to be so intelligent?”

“They even know how to use psychological tactics!”

“F*ck!”

There was no other way!

He, Ling Pingan is a good citizen who had received a federal education.

Even in the game, he wouldn't break some of the principles that he had always adhered to.

For example,…

The few matches he lost in the canyon a few days ago were because of technical reasons, nor were they lost because the opponent was too strong, or because his teammates were too weak.

The reason he lost was because before he was about to win, a child on the opponent's side typed on the public screen: Big Brother, this is the qualifier match for me, please let me win! Thank you!

Ling Pingan threw his phone away and stopped all his actions, regardless of whether the opponent was lying or not.

For example, when Ling Pingan went to school, he needed to take the subway. Every time he went in and out of the subway, under the overpass, there would be some pitiful people kneeling on the ground. In front of them was a piece of paper with a request for help written on it.

Even though Ling Pingan knew from within him that 99% of the people who asked for help were liars.

But for the sake of that 1% possibility of truth.

He chose to take out the change in his pocket.

Did he do this for no reason?

Just for the peace of his conscience.

For the sake of making the world warmer!

That was the education he received since young, and it was also the character he developed after feeling the love and warmth from his surroundings as he grew up.

So, although he clearly knew that this was a game.

He clearly knew that the fat boy was a monster, the setting of this stupid game.

He still showed pity.

He walked forward, helped the fat boy, and helped him put on his glasses.

“Remember to go home early after school!” Ling Pingan patted his shoulder, just like how he patted that classmate's shoulder back then. “Don't let your parents worry!”

The fat boy raised his head and looked at the existence in front of him.

The origin of all worlds.

The origin of all things.

The truth of the universe, the origin of everything.

He nodded and gulped. “I will!”

The ancient diablo recalled a certain legend, but it was immediately erased by him.

Because…

He knew that even if this matter was revealed just even a little bit.

It could lead to the end of everything.

Chapter end