Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 202 Love and Hate

Have I been betrayed once again?
No...that's not right.

Doro stood there, looking at the grown-up Moher with golden and silver eyes, exuding a demonic aura, looking at the ravaged earth, looking at the dragon king whose life was constantly slipping away, looking at his imposter who had already lost the breath of life—he had once acknowledged the will of this imposter, but he had never imagined that this being, which had only existed for such a short time, would fight to the death for this world, so much so that even in death he remained in a posture ready to launch the next attack.

He looked at the many scenes that Moher had shown him.

He knew that Moch was dealing with his own mindset.

But why?

Wasn't this what I thought from the very beginning?
Because Moher is the Demon King, you absolutely cannot trust the Demon King. It is precisely because you absolutely do not need to trust the Demon King, you absolutely must be certain that the Demon King is scheming, you absolutely must be wary of the Demon King, and you must be determined to kill her immediately if anything goes wrong... Isn't that the decision you made to stay by the Demon King's side?
But exactly when?
When did I start trusting Moher?

Was it from when she resurrected Frodonik as Rose? Was it from when she made two magic swords for herself and A. Sion but didn't activate them? Was it from when she set foot alone on Kenku Island? Was it from the events in Buto City? Was it from Elf's affairs?
Ah... so we've been through so much already.

During the time he reunited with Mohe, it was this girl who was the Demon King who gave him the power to stand up again. If Doro were to look back now and recall his feelings from a year ago, he would definitely feel very unfamiliar, as if a very, very long time had passed. That decadent man who spent his days drowning his sorrows in alcohol had not actually drunk alcohol for a long time.

He didn't know when it started, but his mind was filled with thoughts about Moher.

If it were Moher, what would she do?
If I want to understand Moher better, what should I do?
If he could become a being like Moh, if he could truly understand Moh, could he, as an eternal being, watch over Moh forever?

Ah... I like Moher, I love Moher.

In that instant, Doro understood. Even as the world wailed and suffered, Doro realized that the reason he couldn't truly love Lisdove was because he had unknowingly fallen in love with this woman before him—this demon king, this bewitching, incomprehensible, cruel, treacherous, cunning girl who had schemed against him so thoroughly.

She hated herself.

Unlike the members of the Hero's Squad, who did various things to him, Doro didn't want to delve into their inner thoughts. But the only thing he was certain of was that the girls' feelings for him contained absolutely no hatred. Their betrayal without hatred was what made it all the more heartbreaking.

Moher, on the other hand, hated himself.

She hated the very self that had defeated and killed her...

That's why she was so gentle and sweet to him, and it was this gentleness and sweetness, mixed with hatred, that made Doro truly fall in love with her.

How ridiculous! How tragic!

There was nothing wrong with the contempt on Moher's face, nothing wrong with the mockery, for this was the pathetic state of a man named Doro.

Only at this moment did he finally understand the significance of what Moch had done.

She has never changed; what has changed is herself.

She was telling him.

Their positions.

She was telling him this fact—that what existed between them wasn't tender affection, but only…

The difference between the strong and the weak.

The strong possess the freedom to act arbitrarily, the power to control everything… They possess violence, while Moh possesses the violence of knowledge. Therefore, he was unable to prevent such events from occurring. Thus, if it weren't for the Dragon King's self-sacrifice, he wouldn't have known what was happening in this world. But was the Dragon King's sacrifice within Moh's expectations?
She must have met the Dragon King; perhaps she preserved this race for this very moment.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

There is only one thing he needs to re-evaluate.

"You don't think you've lost, do you?" A sinister smile appeared on Doro's face. He felt intensely both love and hatred within him, these two completely contradictory emotions surfacing simultaneously. "You believe my power isn't truly above yours, you believe you shouldn't be controlled by me, right? So you say it's just children playing house, because adult struggles inevitably involve bloodshed, right?"

Moh's smile gradually turned sinister, and all the projections disappeared: "Yes! That's it! My dear hero! You are indeed very clever! This is exactly what I wanted to tell you! To obtain something, there must be a price to pay, but for eternal life, this is not a price—do you think I would pay such a price?"

"If you're going to die, then you'll pay the price."

The two finally drew closer once again.

The two reflected each other's images in their eyes.

Doro recalled the time when the hero's team was fighting the Demon King, and how Moh had walked towards him in the same way.

It turns out that nothing has changed. It turns out that the past ten years or so were all meaningless. For Moh, for himself, it was just a short break, a continuation of the previous war, a war that required all races to truly risk their lives and make sacrifices, a war built on the foundation of lives, a war with enormous sacrifices.

"Then let's fight. Moh, I will make you fail once again. This time, you will have no chance to resist."

“The strong don’t speak.” Almost simultaneously, Doro and Moh’s fists slammed into each other’s faces.

The earth is breaking apart inch by inch.

The ground, almost the size of a city, cracked like a spider web and turned into numerous stones with that initial punch. The creatures in this area didn't even have time to cry out before being crushed by such power.

The bodies of the Dragon King and Fikl shattered simultaneously.

Judging from this scene alone, it's hard to tell whether the tentacles in the sky are more destructive to the world, or whether the battle between the two will truly destroy the world.

"I am stronger! Moher! You are no match for me!"

"You're just a bit taller and bigger, Doro. You don't think that makes any difference in a fight at our level, do you?"

The two wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths at the same time, the gold and blood mingling together.

What will the battles be like at this level, the level of Demon King and Human King?
Just like the scene the hero squad had witnessed in the past, just like that battle in the past.

The earth was as fragile as cotton, and the sky seemed so close at hand. The vast world seemed unable to contain their bodies. They were just ordinary people, smaller than ants in the grand scheme of things.

All you have to do is throw punches and endure the opponent's attacks.

All fancy methods are a waste of energy, and all moves are meaningless. They are even less skillful than street thugs fighting; it's just you throwing a punch and me kicking.

Without offering any defense, they simply absorb the opponent's merits. Their indestructible and eternal nature allows their bodies to constantly repair themselves, and their immense power enables them to continuously cause destruction. Any terrifying tentacles that invade the world that are accidentally drawn into the battle between these two will be suddenly shattered, creating a vacuum.

This is even more exaggerated than previous battles.

Compared to the battle at this moment, the battle back then could only be considered the first half, a warm-up. The second half, however, is the truly bloody battle, a war where victory must be achieved at all costs.

Moher didn't know how Doro had fallen in love with him. In all those long years, no one had ever loved him, no one had ever flattered him, even those who feigned fearlessness; Moher knew the fear in their hearts. Why would someone who was clearly his nemesis love him?
Moher still doesn't understand human beings.

She herself had become human, and she had placed so many humans around her to observe her.

But she still didn't understand.

But it doesn't matter. She doesn't need to know why Doro likes her. She only knows that she doesn't like Doro, and she has never lost.

The same applies to battles against the ominous, and to battles against goddesses—no one has ever “killed” themselves.

That was the first time in her life she had felt "fear." That was the first time in her life, as an immortal being, she had felt death approaching.

This was the first time she had ever felt "hatred".

She hates Doro.

From the moment of her death, she cursed Doro, and as the source of the curse, she vowed that she would take revenge on Doro.

More than ten years —

How short a time is that?
How many years had she lived through? She herself couldn't remember, yet the memories of those ten-odd years were so vivid, and the feelings of those ten-odd years felt so long. If cherishing someone in one's heart is love, then from this perspective, she probably loved Doro. She thought so much about Doro.

It was the first time she had felt the passage of time so clearly, and she cherished every single second.

When she saw Doro in the tavern, she panicked; she wasn't ready. She hadn't yet reclaimed her power.

When she discovered that Doro did not live forever, she was anxious. She was afraid that Doro would die of old age before she could take revenge. She kept adjusting her plans... all because of this man.

Fortunately, the result was good.

Fortunately, it happened at this very moment.

Her fist collided with Doro's once again.

She won't lose.

She won't lose.

(End of this chapter)