Anything to Survive in Hell: From Weakling to Tyrant-Chapter 28 Good boy

"Grrrk!"

Early morning. As soon as I woke up, I conducted an experiment on the imp’s order execution.

"Hmm... This bastard is still quite alright."

The experimental results showed that this imp bastard had lower intelligence than Bimzi no matter how I looked at him. He was dumber than a goblin. I could definitely tell.

He could execute simple orders, but no matter what I told him to do, he quickly forgot. If I told him to go somewhere and do something, he would stop midway, stare blankly, and return. That was his level.

If I kept training him, he might get better, but for now I judged there was nothing specific I could properly make him do. Assisting Bimzi? That also seemed a bit difficult due to his low intelligence.

"Still, somehow he seems able to make fire."

The bonfire blazed.

"Grrrk."

This was the fire the imp had made.

He had the ability to throw fireballs from Hell. Dark magic that made purple flames rise from his grasp and hurled them.

But the projectile speed was so slow that it did not seem like he could hit anything. Other than just making a bonfire like this, there was no particular use. Well, he could also be used for throwing something and then immediately running away.

"Kereuk-kereuk."

"Grrrk."

I continued to ponder about the imp.

He was almost the lowest-tier predator. He seemed to live by eating fruits or insects. His physical specs were below a kobold’s, but he had the ability to throw fireballs. And that was about twice a day.

His flame ability was quite useful. If this bastard made fire instead, I did not need to use my ether. This was good.

Then how should I use this bastard?

"Ranged DPS."

One was not nearly enough, but if I gathered about ten of them and trained them properly—if I could train them to throw fireballs simultaneously at my command.

That seemed quite good.

Even if slow, if a barrage of fire was established, it could be an effective strike. It would definitely be good.

For example, in some narrow place it seemed like it would work incredibly well. Hell’s flames had the property of sticking very well, so if they just hit, it was good.

"Good." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

From now on I would have to dominate a lot of imps. Setting trained goblins in the vanguard and having imps throw fireballs from behind—that would be very good.

"Kereuk-kereuk! Kereuk!"

"Gr, grrrk..."

Anyway, this bastard Bimzi—I did not know what he found so displeasing—but every time he saw the imp he was scolding him. The imp, completely cowering, was shrinking his body.

Watching this was gratifying.

"Oh, right. Imp. I’ll give you a name."

"Grrrk?"

"Your name is Impsung."

This bastard, jumping around without rhyme or reason, was a monkey itself. From now on let’s call him Impsung.

"Gr, grrrk?"

"Bimzi. You heard, right? From now on this bastard’s name is Impsung. Impsung. Call him ’Fuck, that Impsung bastard.’"

"Kereuk-kereuk."

Bimzi nodded his head as if he understood.

"Oh my, our Bimzi is smart. Anyway, Bimzi. You have to educate Impsung well from now on, okay?"

"Kereuk!"

Bimzi thumped his own chest as if to say leave it to me.

He really could not be more competent than this. Was this how a quartermaster felt looking at soldiers who did their work well? He was so truly adorable I wanted to give him some rice cakes or something, but I did not even have rice, let alone rice cakes.

"Then let’s start the workday! Today too, reconnaissance—let’s go!"

"Kereuk!"

"Grrrk?"

Bimzi replied vigorously and Impsung tilted his head.

"Kereuk! Kerurung!"

"Gr, grrrk?! Grrrk!"

Immediate punishment...!

"Yes! Repeat the order properly! Impsung!"

"Grrrk!"

My shoulders naturally shrugged.

"Hehehe."

Naturally my shoulders could not help but shrug. Because right now I was dragging around two subordinates. Power naturally sprang forth.

"Kereuk-kereuk."

"Grrrk."

Bimzi was walking well beside me and Impsung also followed closely behind. This was truly living. Let’s try a little harder and gather subordinates at the squad level.

"The weather is good."

"Kereuk."

Well, today’s reconnaissance was quite ordinary. Because I went in the completely opposite direction from where I met the dryad. Just thinking about that woman, my chest still pounded.

"I shouldn’t run into her."

"Kereuk?"

Just as I was walking like that.

"Grrrk!"

"Hmm?"

"Grrrk-grrrk!"

Suddenly Impsung jumped around and pointed somewhere. What was with this suddenness? Bimzi was just standing still though?

"Kereuk? Keruruk?"

Bimzi again sent a displeased gaze and raised his fist.

"Grrrk! Grrrk!"

Nevertheless this bastard Impsung’s reaction was intense. Had this bastard found something? I stopped Bimzi, who was about to hit Impsung, and said.

"Bimzi. Just a moment. Impsung seems to have found something?"

"Kereuk?"

"Impsung. What did you find? Let’s go see."

"Grrrk-grrrk!"

Vigorously nodding his head, Impsung advanced fearlessly, pushing through the bushes. As I followed him, things visible to my eyes appeared.

Swarms of grasshopper-like insects, about the size of Impsung’s forearm, were jumping around in the bushes.

"Grrrk!"

Impsung joyfully captured them.

"Insects?"

Ah, seeing those—was it because he wanted to eat them? Impsung, with a face that looked utterly happy, jumped around drooling profusely.

"Hehehe, wow. Our Impsung is good at finding bugs."

"Grrrk-grrrk!"

"Oh. Eat, eat. If you found it, you should eat it."

"Grrrk!"

Immediately opening his mouth wide, Impsung started tearing off and eating the grasshopper’s head. That bastard sure ate it voraciously. Was it delicious?

"Eat a lot. Among us there’s no one but you who eats bugs."

Bimzi ate fruits and intestines, and the meat I grilled for him—well. I had not particularly seen him eating bugs. Here, let this bastard eat for a bit, then we could move again, right?

"Kereuk..."

But Bimzi’s mood looked a bit bad.

He was staring at Impsung, who was gluttonously chewing and eating bugs, completely with his arms crossed. Could it be that? Was his mood bad because Impsung was eating all by himself, leaving me out?

As expected!

Bimzi was really smart, I tell you!

"Bimzi. It’s okay. We can eat something else."

"Kereuk-kereuk."

Instead of such a foolish guy, I should make a proper successor, you know... First, a goblin. I had failed once. Monster domination magic was not one hundred percent successful. It had a somewhat hit-or-miss nature.

I wanted to catch a few more and test them, you know.

"Grrrk-grrrk."

"Did you eat it all? Then let’s go."

"Grrrk!"

He devoured it in an instant.

We immediately started moving again.

"Let’s see."

When I tried to find it again, things did not seem visible. Just how vast was this wilderness? And were there any places where people lived nearby? It was full of questions, but for now I could not know.

Therefore reconnaissance was important, wasn’t it?

"Kereuk."

"Hmm?"

At that moment Bimzi stopped us.

"Impsung, be quiet. Lower your position."

"Grrrk."

"Bimzi. Where is it?"

"Kerurung."

Bimzi pointed forward.

We immediately lowered our position and advanced. This was a sign that Bimzi had found something. Judging by his reaction, it was not particularly dangerous.

We advanced, pushing through the bushes.

"Gyusat. Gyusasasat."

"Gyurururung, Gyusat."

"Kyukyukyusyat."

And the sound of kobolds’ cries.

It seemed three kobolds, embracing a whole armful of fruits, root vegetables, mushrooms the size of their own bodies, piles of plants, and insect corpses, were moving together as a group.

...

...

...

All of us closed our mouths and watched that sight.

What was it? That?

Right now the kobold group... having obtained food supplies to eat, were they moving them? But moving? To where?

No way.

Were they taking them to their own kobold den?

To pile them up and eat them inside?

"Gyugyugyusat."

Like that, the kobolds passed by.

"They’re not even ants. Guys. Let’s tail those guys."

"Kereuk!"

"Grrrung."

This was worth seeing. A kobold den, huh. My interest sprang forth. And storing food supplies, huh? It might even be an opportunity to seize everything inside.

We immediately tailed the kobolds. They did not notice our tailing. In that way they introduced their own home to us.

"Gyusat-gyusat."

"Gyusatsat."

The kobolds entering a den about one meter high.

"Wow. They must live there."

"Kereuk."

How many were inside? Did they dig that den themselves? Whatever it was.

Looking at the den, this thought came to mind.

"That cave... Bimzi."

"Kereuk?"

"Don’t you think it would be good if we took that?"

That kobold den.

Just by looking, it looked much better than our cramped burrow.

I did not know how many were inside, but if it was a level we could fight and win, moving our residence completely here did not seem bad.

The burrow was good, but at best it was just a pit. The more my subordinates increased, it would clearly become cramped. A slightly larger residence was needed.

"Dungeon."

I must have my own dungeon.

And that kobold den seemed to fit that dungeon.

"I’ll seize it."

Beating those guys to death and dominating them, I would seize that den. Such an impulse captured my brain. Quick judgment. Good. Let’s seize that. Seizing that, let’s make it our home.

"Guys. Let’s seize that home."

"Kereuk...!"

Bimzi, understanding my words, burned with fighting spirit.

"But I still have no information."

I did not know how many kobolds were inside. If I did not know, I had to find out.

"We’ll wait here."

Reconnaissance. Observation. And assassination. A plan was precisely formed in my mind. First, while waiting here, observing their movements, I would learn the kobolds’ living patterns.

And if guys who were a bit separated from the group appeared... I would immediately ambush and subdue them. I would cast domination magic or kill them.

It was a bit cruel, but I could not help it. If I, Bimzi, and even Impsung were all to survive together, we would have to create better conditions.