Chapter 91

I have turned into a newborn baby .

No, should I be called a ‘re-born’ baby?

It was so absurd that no words could be spoken, except for my swears .

“Au . ”

No, no matter how the unification of swear words are “Au” is just not going to cut it!

“Master . I think I should cut the umbilical cord and get moving . I’ll explain more about the situation soon . The situation is not looking so good… . ”

“Au . ”

“Ah… . Aren’t you too cute sir? ”

Saintess H looked at me with shining eyes . I don’t hate it, but it was a very troublesome gaze .

I decided to first get this chaotic situation cleared up .

Then after that, I needed strength .

Shortly before, I had managed to instinctively restrain my power . Nobody taught me, but I intuitively realized that using my power would have been dangerous .

Now I know why .

If you use this in the womb space, it would have definitely… .

Not only for me, but also the owner of the mother’s womb would have been at stake .

But now it was fine because I was detached .

I freed my black box .

▷ Race: Chaos Human

▷ Level: 1

Job: Demon King (Hero → Level ↓)

▷ Skill: Dark Energy Z, Divinity Z, Blessed Z, Immortality MAX, Survival MAX…

▷ Status: Holy Sword, Magic Sword

Two unexpected skills were aligned in front of the stats .

It’s also at MAX rank .

My skills seemed to have been raised while I was distracted .

The problem was not that .

“Au… ? ”

Demon King … ?

I thought about it .

Obviously, my job was a Demon King even if I was swept away . The black box seemed to have stored that memory without forgetting it .

Should I say this is good?

The answer was yes .

The Demon King is the best job if you do not encounter a Hero .

Soaaaa-

The pitch-black Dark Energy that gushed out of my little flesh turned into scissors .

The greatest advantage of the Demon King is that it is the ‘peak of every demon’ . Optimized for dealing with demons and Dark Energy .

Snip .

I cut the umbilical cord with scissors .

The beautiful lifeline that followed a mother was cut off .

Flutter!

I summoned the Devil’s wings to my back .

I could also generate wings of a righteous Hero, but if I did something wrong with the baby’s body that hasn’t been properly formed, I properly gave up on such notion .

“Au ~ ?!”

“Oh my goodness!”

Flying a little with the wings of the devil, I crashed into the soft bosom of Saintess H .

it was because as soon as I flew my shoulders stiffened .

A Demon King with muscular pain… .

Inevitably, I had to rely on Saintess H .

With a stable position in her soft chest and arms, I glanced down briefly .

There was a girl that I saw for the first time .

With body too immature to bear new life .

To make matters worse, she didn’t even look to have enough nutrients in her body . It was not a condition that could give birth to a child .

But I was born like this .

Even though I’m a premature baby .

“Au… . ”

“Sorry, Master . Her level was so low that when she gave birth to Master, I couldn’t help her recover or resurrect . If she had given birth stably she wouldn’t have had to die at least… ”

Saintess H said with a voice full of sadness .

I didn’t think much of it though .

Recovery and resurrections are not free .

It consumes level and experience .

Depending on the level of life and the state of the corpse, the deviation is large, but a human below the average level of 20 will have eternal rest upon death .

If it’s not urgent, when healing a wound with a blessing of healing or magic, taking herbs that will reduce your experience is necessary .

This is The Law of Equivalent exchange in the fantasy world .

Even a Saintess is not an exception .

However,

“Au . ”

I had to pay back somehow for my birth going safely .

Resurrection is definitely a saint’s inherent ability, but saving a person doesn’t have to always require resurrection, no?

Shuwaaaaaa-

I gently wrapped the drooping girl’s body with a Black Energy .

This is the power that only the Demon King can do .

▷ Race: Daemon

▷ Level: 4

Job: Slave (50% EXP)

▷ Skill: Dark Energy S, Survival E, Constitution F, Patience F

▷ Status: Postnatal, Regeneration

It is to appoint her race as a devil .

The girl died as a human being and was reborn as a pure devil with S-grade Dark Energy .

With the benefits of the innate devil’s constitution .

The strong body that human beings are trying so hard to acquire .

Sururk .

The swelling quickly subsided and the uterus, vagina and vulva contracted . The wounds at birth also quickly healed .

The girl’s expression became calm as her internal organs and fatigue, which had been set to death during childbirth, has remarkably recovered .

It definitely is a devilish resilience .

And she opened her eyes .

“Ah… . I’m alive… ? ”

The girl mumbled, and stroked her body while her legs were spread apart .

Saintess H talked to her with a bright smile .

“Congratulations on being born again . Are you okay?”

“Ms . Hippolia!”

“First, at least wear this skirt . ”

“Better than that… . the baby!”

… I moved over to Saintess H’s to the flat bosom of the girl . This was done because I felt it should be done .

But there was no such thing as an identity crisis for me .

To find the closest expression to this situation in a fantasy-like situation, the girl was like a breast-feeding nanny .

She was still milking .

“Suck*!”