Author note: For those new readers, this is my first edited chapter. I am currently going through and editing most of it, removing typos, grammar mistakes and making thee speech flow better. That is why you will suddenly see a drop in quality after this chapter until chapter 16. You can either read the crap version or wait until I have edited it. It is your choice. Without further a due, here is chapter 1 of 'The Demon Lord becomes the hero?'.

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So, have you ever thought about fighting the ground? Neither have I but I am now in that very same predicament.

I woke up on the floor a couple of minutes ago, just to be told to slay a Demon Lord. Not just any demon lord; but a demon lord that is so strong that I might as well be fighting something invincible.

My name is Draculus Asdain, the strongest Demon Lord ever; or so I would like to say. In reality, I am a disgrace to my family. I am only slightly stronger than a normal human and I haven't even grown horns yet, even though I am already 15 years old. Although my eyes have a glint of red, my black hair and build makes me look like an ordinary human, let alone a Demon Lord. Now someone asks me to do the impossible; to kill the unkillable; to defeat the strongest power on the planet. Hell no!

"So, what do you say hero? Will you fight for our worthy cause and defeat the demon lord? Will you slay the being who slaughtered our..." the King starts to ask.

"No"

Before he could even carry on talking, I interrupted him. How can he even ask that of me? First he summoned me from my home without permission and now he expects me to do the impossible? I am not some toy that people can just manipulate and I won't attempt something I will probably die trying to accomplish.

"You are too selfish, pushing your own problems onto me and expecting me to deal with it without offering anything in return. You have not even told me whether or not I can go home."

The soldiers in the throne room, who had not even acknowledged my presence until now, all glared daggers at me.

"How dare you say that our benevolent king is selfish. If you continue to insult our King, we will cut you down, peasant," a couple of soldiers said in unison.

The King held up his hand and the soldiers stopped cursing me.

"No, he is right. I am selfish. I regretfully tell you, hero, that you can not return to your own world. However, I will offer you some compensation. What is it you desire?"

First he thinks he can manipulate me and now he is trying to bribe me? What kind of 'benevolent' King does that? I guess I could have my own fun though. Perhaps I could further my own goals here.

"A kingdom to call my own; one that I could rule over."

Once again, I was glared at. This time, a rather burly soldier, in more expensive looking armour than the others, shut them up.

"Be quiet, this is the King's decision!"

Finally, a soldier who doesn't piss me off; at least for now anyway.

"But Captain..."

Before the soldier could finish his sentence, the elderly King burst out laughing.

"If that is all you want, I will give it to you. There will be some land left from the remains of the demon lord's castle after you defeat him. I was going to give it to some nobles but if you want, you may have it. Now, let us have a feast. Afterwards, Arthur, you take care of the hero."

The burly soldier, that had been referred to as Captain before, nodded.

I was then escorted from the throne room to a large dining hall where I ate so much that they actually had to tell me to stop eating. I thought a feast meant a feast. Sure, there was music and cheering but the feasts I am used to would usually have at least one person die from over eating.

Afterwards, I was escorted back to the throne room and out of the castle by Captain Arthur. It was already dark so I was shown my way to an inn. Apparently, the King is 'benevolent' enough to promise me my own kingdom, yet will not even provide me with decent accommodation. The joke is on him, when I get my own kingdom I will take over the world.

"Please don't mind his majesty, he doesn't care much for those that are not from his kingdom, even though you are the hero. He probably accepted your conditions just so you wouldn't bother him in the future. He didn't even ask your name did he?" Arthur asks.

Scummy King.

"Draculus Asdain, son of Balthazar and Dem..." (Drac)

Wait, I shouldn't tell him they summoned a Demon Lord should I? He might attack me right away. For once I am glad I do not look that demonic.

"Deem?" (Arthur)

"Nothing, I almost said my nickname. Just call me Drac" (Drac)

I was lying through my teeth but luckily he didn't notice. We arrived at a shabby inn after a few more minutes of walking. Arthur paid for a room for me for three weeks with what looked like some sort of currency. We walked up the stairs with the key from the innkeeper and entered my new home; one that I would be staying in for a while.

It just had the basic necessities and the toilet was at the end of the hall. There was a half broken dresser and a bed with a stained straw mattress.

"I will pick you up in the morning. You will be taught about our kingdom in the mornings, then I will personally teach you how to fight in the afternoons."

Arthur left me in my inn room and I thought alone for a while. Over and over in my head, I thought of killing those soldiers over and over again as well as gouging out the eyeballs of the King. Then I realized, I had forgotten about the Demon Lord.

How on earth am I meant to kill him, a Demon Lord so dreadful that I couldn't even hold a candle to him. I don't even have magic powers, let alone any combat prowess. Looks like I will have to be trained pretty well.

I have to get stronger, so I can take over this world and no longer be a disgrace to my family.

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