A boy raised by a demon king and a dragon king seems to be peerless in his school life.

Volume 7 Chapter 56 Resentment builds up

“Absurd… I’ve never heard of Cerberus entrusting its back to someone!”

Cerberus was a species known for its high pride. It was said to be impossible to even be on good terms with demons, yet here was Testarossa, riding on its back. The surrounding crowd didn’t seem to realize the abnormality, but Uracan, with some knowledge, was almost devastated by this fact.

However, he desperately rallied himself and focused on Testarossa seated on Cerberus’s back.

“So that’s Demon King Testarossa…”

Uracan’s first impression upon seeing her was “ordinary.”

Certainly, she looked beautiful. However, the magical power she exuded was nothing significant. With this, he became convinced that he was much stronger. With a smile, Uracan thought, “Alright, let’s proceed with the plan and challenge her to a duel.”

Murmuring this, he attempted to retrieve the duel challenge gloves from his pocket.

At that very moment, Testarossa turned her face toward Uracan, and her eyes met his directly.

In the next moment, a terrifying magical power surged from her body and rained down upon Uracan.

“――――Ah!!”

Struck by Testarossa’s piercing cold magical power, Uracan felt all strength leaving his body, dropping to his knees right there. His legs trembled, his body shivered, and every hair on his body stood on end.

While his spirit wasn’t broken yet, his body cowered and completely submitted to Testarossa’s inhuman level of magical power.

“Monstrous…”

He gritted his teeth as those words were the best he could manage.

Casting a brief glance at him, Testarossa turned back to the crowd, waving with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

Watching her, Uracan was convinced. That woman is dangerous—undeniably.

Even he, with his innate talent, couldn’t envision a victory. At this rate, no matter how many centuries passed, he knew he wouldn’t surpass her. Uracan, gifted with keen insight, had realized this.

“G-Grr… I won’t forgive you… Testarossa!”

In ordinary circumstances, one might give up on the position of the Demon King, but Uracan hadn’t surrendered yet. He had resolved to use any means necessary, no matter how dirty, to repay the humiliation he had just suffered.

From that point on, he delved into various texts, ancient and modern, researching what it meant to be a “Demon King.” In the process, an event occurred. Yes, the event where the Demon King Testarossa was defeated by the hero Orger.

Upon hearing of this event, Uracan felt a tailwind at his back.

“While she’s not around, I must become the Demon King by any means necessary…!”

Uracan exhibited a maddening obsession with the title of Demon King. He spared no effort in his research, obsessively pouring over the tome titled ‘The Book of the Demon King,’ which contained the means to transfer the Demon King’s emblem.

From the day he discovered that book, Uracan constantly dreamt of that day, preparing diligently.

He gathered the battle-crazed soldiers of the demonic race, awakened the Demon Warlord’s emblem, and meticulously made preparations step by step. Everything was to exact revenge on the loathed Demon King who had belittled him.

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Volume 7 Chapter 57 Transformation

Having finished recounting his own past, Uracan, with a face filled with fury, expresses his resentment towards Testarossa.

“Since that day three hundred years ago, I have never had a peaceful night’s sleep. My pride is etched away every day. The only way to escape this hell is for me to become the Demon King!”

“I see…”

Having heard Uracan’s past, Ruisha feels pity for him.

What he’s saying is just misplaced resentment. It’s likely a misunderstanding that he was glared at by Tess-nee. He’s shifting blame for his own fear and apprehension.

But… if he were to admit that, his self-esteem would crumble. That’s why he clings to it by hating Tess-nee.

This negative and pointless chain must be broken here. With that determination, Ruisha readies his Dragon King Sword and points the tip at Uracan.

“I’ll put an end to your ambitions.”

“Bring it on, you brat!”

With those words as a signal, Ruisha dashes forward.

Knowing that close combat is not in his favor, Uracan, who realized this in their previous fight, tries to keep his distance and fight.

“Supreme Thorny Demon Whip, Fornid Whip!!”

As Uracan activates his magic, a whip with thorns on his hand appears. The whip has a single handle, but its tip branches off into dozens of thorns.

“Can you avoid this!?”

When Uracan swings the whip, its tips each independently extend towards Ruisha, as if they have a will of their own.

The attacks come irregularly, making evasion seemingly impossible for an average person. However, Ruisha’s Demon King’s Eye captures their movements.

“I see… I can see it!”

The Demon Eye can perceive the flow of magical power. The Demon King’s Eye, being a superior version of it, naturally possesses this ability.

Avoiding becomes easy if you understand the flow of magical power. What appears irregular in movement is merely following the flow of magic.

Knowing this in advance gives an advantage equivalent to being able to read the opponent’s thoughts.

“Why!? Why can’t I hit you!?”

Uracan, who lacks not only the Demon King’s Eye but even a regular Demon Eye, doesn’t understand this sensation.

Ruisha gracefully avoids his attacks as if flowing with the motions, then slips into his guard and swings his sword towards his side.

“Aura Slash Qi Energy!”

A slashing attack infused with Qi energy deeply cuts into Uracan’s side.

The damage from the slash itself, combined with the damage from the Qi energy, leaves Uracan on the verge of losing consciousness due to the intensity of the damage.

Yet, despite all this, he managed to distance himself from Ruisha without losing consciousness. His determination played a significant role in this feat.

“Haa… haa…”

Gasping for breath, Uracan presses his hand against the bleeding wound on his side. No matter how high a demon’s healing ability is, this wound is fatal. However, his eyes were still alive.

Ruisha glares at him with his Demon King’s Eye. It was a precaution against his magic, but this action would touch Uracan’s nerves.

“Don’t look at me with those eyes…!”

He shouts this and pulls out something like a plant seed from his pocket. It’s the same thing he had given to his two subordinates to consume.

Ruisha, seeing it for the first time, becomes cautious and asks, “What’s that…?”

“No! Don’t make him consume it!”

Sharo shouts, but it’s already too late. Uracan gulps down the seed without hesitation.

Then, just like his subordinates, changes begin to occur in his body.

With cracking sounds as if bones are shattering, his body swells significantly, transforming him into a monstrous size of about four meters. His skin darkens, and his claws and fangs elongate and sharpen like those of a beast.

And on his back are gigantic wings, resembling the ancestors of the legendary demon race—’Devils.’

“Marvelous! I no longer feel like losing to anyone!”

Transformed into a grotesque monster, Uracan shouts these words.