Mythical Creatures Strategy Guide

Chapter 124 Landfill

Demon King?

Wasn't the Demon King already defeated by Reinhard?

"You—" Chu Sheng was somewhat bewildered, "You're the Demon King? Which Demon King? The one Reinhard defeated?"

"Reinhardt?" the voice asked, sounding puzzled. "Who's that? I don't recognize him."

"Don't you recognize him?" Chu Sheng was even more confused. "But everyone outside is saying you were killed by him hundreds of years ago."

"Several hundred years?" The voice rose a few decibels, sounding somewhat angry. "I've only been here for a few decades! And the one who killed me was a despicable red-haired, big-breasted woman!"

Chu Sheng was truly dumbfounded, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Is the one who defeats the Demon King the "strongest in modern times," Veronica?

Could it be that the so-called "strongest in history" Reinhard was just a little Karami who ran away with the Hero's Sword and never stepped into the Demon King's castle?

No, the Demon King was killed by Veronica, so how can I see Him here? Am I dead too?

"I don't understand." (Fenghua accent) In the end, Chu Sheng only managed to utter one sentence after holding back for a long time.

"Of course you don't understand," the Demon King said, as if talking to himself. "You unlucky chosen ones have never understood."

"The unlucky chosen one?" Chu Sheng seized on this phrase. "You mean the [Hero]?"

The Demon King did not answer the question, and the vast white space trembled slightly.

Chu Sheng sensed the white surrounding him changing, slowly coalescing from pure nothingness into outlines. Some were tables and chairs, others were simple lines.

He looked down at himself. He had hands now, and a body now.

"Please sit down."

The voice came from across the table. Chu Sheng looked up and saw the person across from him.

A pure white figure, who looked rather short.

He sat casually on a wooden chair.

Chu Sheng stared at the figure's face for a long time and noticed that his features changed subtly every time he blinked.

It's like someone who's not very good at sculpting a character's face is constantly tweaking the parameters.

"Are you looking at my face?" The Demon King tilted his head. "Stop looking. I don't even know what I look like."

Chu Sheng could only look away and sit down opposite Him.

"So," Chu Sheng quickly selected the most valuable question, "what exactly are you? Judging from your tone before, you're probably not human, right?"

The Demon King did not answer, but Chu Sheng sensed that it wasn't that He was unwilling to answer, but rather that He was also thinking.

He could only change his question and ask, "Where am I? Am I dead?"

"Why don't you ask yourself a question?" The Demon King raised his blurry hand and tapped it lightly on the table. "Why are you here?"

"I don't know," Chu Sheng shook his head. "I touched a strange chain, and the pain made me pass out. When I woke up, I was here."

The Demon King seemed to chuckle: "Then do you know where this is?"

"If I knew, would I need to ask you?" Chu Sheng was speechless.

The Demon King stood up from his chair, walked to the side, and pushed, and a window appeared out of thin air.

Outside the window, everything was still pure white.

"I don't know either," He sighed.

Chu Sheng was stunned: "You don't know either? This isn't your territory?"

"I've been here for decades." The Demon King looked out the window. "I don't know where this is, I've only figured out some ways to control it, like this window. But—"

He turned around, and his blurry face was facing Chu Sheng.

"I gave it a name."

"What's your name?"

"Landfill".

Chu Sheng sensed that the Demon King's tone was quite arrogant: "Why is it called a junkyard?"

"Because this place is full of garbage." The Demon King sat back down opposite him. "Me, you, and all the other things that shouldn't exist."

"Something that shouldn't exist?"

The Demon King drew a circle on the table with his blurry finger: "Do you think the outside world has patterns? Rules? Fate?"

Chu Sheng thought for a moment, not quite sure: "Probably. The [Hero] appears in the world, searching for the Hero's Sword, defeating the Demon King, generation after generation."

"What if there was a hero who didn't want the Hero's Sword?"

"What if he just wants to go home?" the Demon King continued. "What if he thinks it's all bullshit? What if he'd rather die than step into the Demon King's castle?"

"Those 'heroes' who don't belong to this world," Chu Sheng said, seemingly understanding but not quite, "have they all been here?"

"I'm not entirely sure either. As I said before, I've only just arrived, so this is all just guessing." The Demon King shrugged. "You're the first fellow countryman I've met here, but your appearance just confirms my guess."

What's more annoying than a riddle teller is a riddle teller who pretends to know what they're talking about.

Chu Sheng felt like he had just heard a bunch of nonsense. Apart from the fact that the truth about Veronica was questionable, everything else was just made up by this demon king.

"Let's get back to that chain. I think I know how you got in." The Demon King waved his hand dismissively. "That generation, um, the eleventh [Hero]. He has a very special weapon."

"Oh?" Chu Sheng was skeptical; he could only believe half of what the Demon King said.

"Believe it or not, his extraordinary weapon is called the Heart of the Ocean." The Demon King said with some emotion, "Extraordinary weapons come in all shapes and sizes, but it's rare to come across one that's entirely designed for binding."

"Ocean Heart: Once it hits a target, it can never be removed and will cause the person who comes into contact with it to suffer the pain of being weighed down by the weight of an entire ocean."

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"forever?"

"Forever," the Demon King affirmed. "Once the Heart of the Ocean strikes, its form is permanent. It cannot be destroyed, worn down, or altered by any external force. Unless the target's soul dissipates, it will never loosen."

"Then why did the eleventh generation 'Hero' lock up a dragon?" Chu Sheng asked, frowning.

"A dragon? Looks like you've encountered something strange." The Demon King shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe a dragon is blocking his way, maybe he wants to kill a dragon to sell for money, or maybe he just hates dragons."

"Have you met this [Hero]?" Chu Sheng sensed something subtle in His tone.

"Of course." The Demon King's tone was somewhat smug. "I know every single hero who comes to challenge me. Do you think I'm just sitting in the castle doing nothing?"

He proudly raised his chin: "You have to do a strategy to defeat the [Hero], kid."

"Who asked you?" Although Chu Sheng couldn't see His face clearly, he could still sense His arrogance from His tone. "And then?"

"I prepared three plans to deal with his 'Heart of the Ocean,' but it turned out he didn't even bring the 'Heart of the Ocean' with him."

"Bang!" The Demon King leaned forward and made a grasping gesture in front of Chu Sheng.

"I killed him, just like I killed any other [Hero]." He withdrew his hand, somewhat nostalgic. "He entered the castle before he even saw me, and his head was crushed like a melon by me."

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