LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 236.2
Chapter 236.2. Satan
I mount on Mike and decide to head down the stairs. For some reason, I have a bad feeling about this.
As I descend the stairs, I encounter a large metal door. The door is adorned with a relief depicting the anguish of countless people. It’s emitting a miasma that feels cursed just by touching it. The craftsmanship is too impressive—it’s enough to bring tears to my eyes.
[Imperial Tranquility]
[Mirror House Doll]
As Shizuku, leading the way, places her hand on the large door, support magic suddenly comes flying from somewhere. Glittering silver particles envelop us, enhancing all our abilities, and a mirror barrier is erected, which can block a single enemy attack.
I think I saw a blonde girl darting behind a pillar, but I’ll pretend I didn’t. I’d prefer if they didn’t cast magic so abruptly, but since my stats are boosted, I’ll hold back from complaining.
“Then, I’ll open it. I’ll make the first move with my Cross Shizuku Chop.”
“I’ll prepare the roses.”
Shizuku and Serika are spouting some nonsensical things as Shizuku pushes the door with force. With a rusty creak, the large door opens, revealing the scene inside.
A vivid red carpet stretches out, chandeliers light the ceiling, and at the back, a golden throne embedded with jewels stands. By the walls, demons clad in spiky, full-body armor stand silently. It’s a rather extravagant audience chamber.
“Welcome, humans. I’m honestly surprised you made it this far. Is this a part of some service for sealing the deal?”
A man sits on the throne, looking like a stereotypical demon lord, wearing pitch-black enchanted armor with a cape. He claps, speaking in a flippant tone.
“Huh? Who are you?”
But Shizuku tilts her head in confusion, her words making me frown. Why does she look puzzled? Haven’t we fought him before? This is giving me a really bad feeling.
“Isn’t this Satan?”
“Satan has a much more typical appearance, Sagimori-san. He should have horns, purple skin, and bat wings.”
“Ohhh, you’ve fought me before, huh? Well, you’re not wrong. Does this look familiar?”
The man on the throne laughs lightly, and with his laughter, his appearance changes to exactly what Shizuku described.
“What’s going on? Were you disguised for some reason… or maybe not?”
I ask cautiously, and Satan stops laughing, smirking arrogantly as he shrugs.
“Of course not. This is just a little trick. I fused with a Popped Satan. I’ve become a rare, special Satan.”
Special? I wondered, but Shizuku seemed to understand immediately, her face turning grim as she questioned Satan.
“Did you fuse with both the normal Popped Boss Satan and a special Satan!?”
Still grinning, Satan responded to her sharp inquiry without hesitation.
“You catch on fast. That’s right, I fused with my incomplete self. Now, I’ve finally evolved into the true Satan.”
“What the hell!? So both a special and a normal boss spawned at the same time? And they fused!?”
I realized what must have happened. He absorbed the original boss. And not just any boss—a special one with a spawn rate of only one in a thousand?
So what does that mean? Was the boss here originally the special one? What’s higher than a special boss? No, that’s not the point! Just how powerful has this guy become? This is bad.
“You’ve figured it out. So let’s stop holding back, shall we?”
With that, Satan exerted his power. His armor shattered, revealing scales as thick as a dragon’s. His body began to swell, growing to about three meters tall, his head splitting into three dragon-like heads.
Black miasma, dark as the abyss, began pouring from his body, rippling through the air and creating an atmosphere so thick with dread that it was hard to move, let alone fight.
Spreading his massive wings, Satan glared down at us.
“This is my final evolved form. An evolution that should have been impossible. Are you impressed?”
Standing before us was a being with three long necks, shining fangs, and skin covered in pitch-black dragon scales. He had bulging muscles, giant bat wings, and crystal-like claws glowing with mana.
The dark miasma spewing from his body was enough to freeze one’s soul and strike fear into the heart, making the mere act of standing feel daunting. One glance was enough to understand—this creature was the embodiment of evil.
The Demon Lord Satan. A monster befitting the name had appeared before us. His mana was immense, possibly even maxed out at the 25,000 S-rank cap. My bad feeling had turned out to be right after all.
“Well then, come at me with your lives on the line!”
I couldn’t help but sigh at Satan’s cliché line. Looks like I can’t hold back either.
[Dark Mode]
I let out black particles, letting them flow through my body. My stats increase, and my skill levels rise. The chaotic dark particles, formed from the will of the people, push back against Satan’s black aura, swirling across the floor of the audience chamber.
“What!? You… you seem more evil than me! Who are you?”
“Just an average, law-abiding citizen. How rude.”
For some reason, Satan stared at me in shock, even retreating slightly. Quite rude for a Demon Lord. No one’s more upstanding than me, I’m sure. Ask anyone on the street near Amatsukahara Corporation’s headquarters—they’ll all agree.
Now then, since we seem to be at a disadvantage, I should probably start thinking about how to win this.