Anything to Survive in Hell: From Weakling to Tyrant-Chapter 20 Power

After expressing joy for a brief moment, I immediately butchered the lizard’s corpse.

Easily perishable intestines had to be quickly removed and discarded. This was common sense. I had seen it in countless documentaries.

After striking its head, I split its belly open with the hand axe. Of course the blade was dull, so it didn’t cut cleanly. I had to saw and slice as if using a saw.

"Hmm... good."

I worked carefully so as not to damage the intestines.

I had seen this in a documentary too. If you touched the intestines while splitting the belly, blood or digestive contents could burst out and contaminate the flesh.

Of course, since it was my first time, it was fucking difficult. It didn’t go as smoothly as I thought. Still, knowing I was risking my life, I managed some success.

"Intestine removal successful."

"Keruk..."

"Hmm?"

Bimzi was drooling at the intestines. Well, this bastard was a monster too. He must eat raw intestines.

"Eat it!"

"Keruk!"

As soon as I gave the order, Bimzi picked up the intestines and began chewing them, ag-jak-ag-jak. He ate sloppily, getting flesh and bloodstains all over his mouth. It felt like watching a child dribble baby food. He was truly adorable, but it seemed my eyes had gone strange.

"Hey. Let’s go while you eat."

"Kureureung."

I immediately hoisted the butchered lizard onto my shoulder and started moving. Meat. Fuck, I’d finally get to eat meat. Just imagining it made my mouth water. I was no different from a goblin right now.

Anyway, let’s go roast it with Bimzi! It would be delicious if we ate it together!

"Start preparing to make a fire."

From now on it was a race against time. As soon as I returned to the shelter pit, I gathered suitable kindling — things like dry tree branches or withered plant stalks.

"Bimzi. You pick up stones in front of me. Ones about the size of my fist."

"Keruk-keruk."

As I gave the order, Bimzi diligently began collecting stones within my sight. Why was this bastard so fucking cute? From climbing the tree to pick fruit earlier to hunting the lizard, everything about him was just too cute.

This bastard was too versatile.

He was truly more like my soul partner than a subordinate.

Wait a minute. When you said Demon King, you thought of the Four Heavenly Kings. And when you said Four Heavenly Kings, wasn’t it also a Demon King?

If I became a fucking great, true Demon King later, good. I’d give Bimzi one of the Four Heavenly Kings’ positions.

If I gave him a cool-as-fuck, thrilling nickname like Goblin Heavenly King or Prince Balls, he’d probably be greatly pleased.

"Ah, the ecosystem."

Anyway, this was the ecosystem.

Such a small, insignificant goblin runt. Even a single greenhorn loser goblin knew how to survive in this wilderness. He was not to be underestimated. He had lived by eating local experience.

That was incredibly grateful.

"Marvelous."

"Keruk-keruk."

Immediately, using the stones Bimzi had gathered and the kindling I had collected, I made a simple bonfire.

Now all that was left was to make skewers, light the fire, and roast them.

After washing my hands once with water from my canteen, I immediately inserted my hand between the lizard’s skin and flesh.

"Heucha-aaaaat!"

Bu-uk!

I pulled it straight, separating the skin and flesh. Immediately the pink inner flesh was exposed. It actually worked. The skin peeled off better than I thought. Though it was a bit tough. Thus, I began the task of skinning.

"Keruk..."

Bimzi smacked his lips while watching.

Of course I couldn’t give it to him right away. I immediately used my demon claws to strip off the flesh. Since I was a demon, my fingernails were slightly pointed and hard. They were quite useful for tearing meat.

"Demonkind good."

I then stripped the meat and skewered it onto the tree branches I had prepared.

"Fuck."

The flesh was tough, so it didn’t go in well. From start to finish, everything was nothing but hard labor.

Still.

As I worked, I succeeded in everything. Although quite a lot of flesh was discarded, I was able to complete all the lizard meat skewers.

"Huu."

"Keruk."

Shall I roast them then?

"Hey. Bimzi. Watch closely. From now on, fuck. Your older brother will show you how to make fire."

"Keruk?"

Fire.

Originally, making fire was difficult. Modern people could easily light one with just a lighter or a torch, but in the wild, starting a fire was, no bullshit, truly the hardest of hard labor.

Like those fucking survivalists, you had to gather materials, then damn furiously spin and rub, spin and rub, making a fucking fuss and going crazy just to barely get an ember.

Did I have to do that from now on?

Thinking about it was fucking awful, but.

No.

"Heu, heuheuheu. Right."

I.

I, Knull Belial, was not human, but a demon.

And a demon who had mastered the basics of dark magic.

Therefore, naturally... there was no need for such hard labor.

None!

"Watch! Bimzi!"

"Keruk?"

I immediately stared at the bonfire I had made.

And then.

Goooo.

I drew up the ether within my body. An inhuman, supernatural energy source that humans did not possess. The power I could obtain because I was born a demon! Concentrating on it, I recalled the dark magic spell I had learned!

"Kwoooo...!"

As I did so, my chest felt as if it were burning hot! That burning energy slowly climbed up my esophagus.

The moment it reached its critical point!

After assuming the correct position at the right moment!

"Puhuuuuuuuuuu!"

I exhaled!

Then, purple flames erupted from my mouth as if I were performing a fire show! A thrill! This was the basic dark magic I learned from Karla — the demon breath!

"Demon breath, whoa!"

The breath lasted for about two seconds and struck the bonfire magnificently. As a result, purple flames shot up from the bonfire.

"It caught!"

The fire had caught. The flames, which had burned purple for another two seconds, then returned to their normal color. It was because all the ether had been expended. The Hell flames had returned to normal flames...!

"Being a demon is fucking great!"

I truly never dreamed I’d come to like the inhumanity of these demon bastards. Breathing fire from my mouth? Wasn’t that completely monstrous? But I really liked that monstrous aspect. And this demon breath came with one very useful effect: it brushed my teeth.

"Fucking awesome."

But fuck, doing this once completely drained my ether. Well, it was fine. It would recover after I ate this and woke up.

"Kerureureuk...!"

"Hmm?"

But Bimzi was kneeling in place, covering his face with both hands, and staring at the bonfire.

Budeul-budeul...!

His body was trembling, budeul-budeul.

"You’re not, by any chance."

"Kerureureuk...!"

"Thrilled? By my ’greatness’?"

"Keruk-keruk!"

When I spoke with emphasis, Bimzi shouted something. As expected! There was no younger brother like an older brother! You were surprised, Bimzi!

"Hehehe! You bastard. Hey. This is your older brother’s ability. Understand?"

"Keruk-keruk! Kerureureuk! Keureuk!"

As soon as I stroked his head, Bimzi spoke to me with an excited look. I truly couldn’t understand a single thing he was saying.

"Anyway, let’s roast it."

I immediately brought the skewers to the fire. Honestly, this was my first time roasting meat over a bonfire like this.

"Keruk-keruk."

"Hey, fuck. Wait, you bastard. Even if you’re going to eat, your older brother has to eat first, you little shit. What are you rushing for?"

"Kerureung..."

"Oh, it’s a joke. Let’s eat together in a bit."

The sun was setting.

The smell of cooking meat was good.

"Huh?"

After a deep sleep, I woke up to a very surprising change in my body. Was this a dream or reality? My mind snapped awake, and I immediately assumed a proper position, manipulating the ether within my body to confirm the change.

"It increased...!"

My maximum ether had increased just a tiny bit!

If it was originally around 8, it had gone up to about 9!

"Fuck!"

This was it!

Domination magic was successful, I properly infused ether into Bimzi, and I properly wielded ether by using demon breath, then ate well, meditated well, and slept well, which caused my maximum ether to increase!

The more you used ether, the more the sensation opened up...!

Tears welled up as soon as I woke up at such an encouraging achievement. Of course, it was a change of no great significance, but in the early stages such things were extremely precious. And wasn’t it by accumulating such things that one grew?

If I continued to eat well and use ether well like this, it was clear that I’d soon be able to function as a full-fledged demon!

"Kueu... Hey! You, Bimzi! How dare you wake up later than your older brother?"

"Ke, keruk?"

As soon as I scolded him, Bimzi, who had been sound asleep next to me making snot bubbles, abruptly sat up and tilted his head. He blinked his eyes, still sleepy.

"I let it slide because you’re cute. Let’s go out quickly. We need to start today’s routine."

"Keruk-keruk."

As I went out of the shelter pit, Bimzi followed.

"What’s today’s routine? Guess."

"Gerureuk, keung. Kuruk-keuk?"

"No, you bastard. Speak so I can understand."

"Kerureuk? Kerek-kerek?"

"Ah, fuck, never mind."

Today’s routine was.

"Today, I’m going to make a spear."

It was making a spear. I had thought about it yesterday. We had a battle with the lizard and we won. Yes. It was battle. What was most necessary for battle? It was none other than a weapon.

I hadn’t seen any attackers threatening me yet.

But just because I hadn’t seen them didn’t mean they didn’t exist. They definitely did. Therefore, there was a need to make weapons.

"First, let’s go gather some tree branches and stones."

"Kaeruk-kaeruk."

A wooden stone spear that only primitives would use. That’s what I intended to make. Good tree branches were scattered everywhere, so if I just found suitable stones, everything would be okay.

Break and split the stones to make them small, then fucking grind them into a spearhead-like shape, and that was it. Attach that to a tree branch, and the spear was complete.

String could be easily obtained by finely splitting plant stalks or whatever.

"Go-go! Let’s go!"

"Keruk!"

If I made weapons, I’d be able to gain some peace of mind.

But finding materials and making a spear. It was like I was a primitive, not a Demon King. Since I was finding and making things myself, this was completely a quartermaster, not a Demon King.

"Quartermaster good."

It was at that moment, as I was going to collect stones with Bimzi.

"Ke, keruk?!"

Suddenly, Bimzi stopped, covered his mouth with both hands, lowered his position, and looked at me, trembling, budeul-budeul!

A signal to run, run!

Pa-at!

I immediately tucked Bimzi under my arm, entered the nearby bushes, and lowered my body!

What!

What the fuck had appeared!