A Weak Demon Lord Started Livestreaming in a Bottom-Tier Dungeon and Went Viral?! After Completely Crushing Rude S-Rank Explorers and Annoying Streamers, the Internet Erupted in Praise. Um, I'm Supposed to Be the Enemy of Humanity, You Know? - 1

Chapter 1: The Weak Demon Lord Goes to Japan

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7:00 PM, Japan Standard Time.

I stood in front of the camera, wearing a white T-shirt that had “World Peace” written on it, and began my livestream.

“Hey there. I’m Olden, your Demon Lord from Maou Channel.”

『Oh! The Demon Lord’s livestream is on!』

『We’ve been waiting for you, our beloved Maou-sama!!』

As soon as the stream started, comments from multiple accounts began pouring in. Among them, it seemed there were some viewers who were tuning into my channel for the first time.

『First time watching. Is this the channel that streams behind-the-scenes dungeon content?』

“That’s right! On this channel, I will introduce dungeon knowledge, efficient exploration methods, and other useful tips that humanity doesn’t usually get to see. If you’re aiming to become an explorer, feel free to use this livestream as a reference.”

『I’m also a first time watcher. Are you really a demon lord? You’re not in a costume or something?』

“I really am a demon lord. And come on, if this appearance were just a costume, that’d be impressive in its own right.”

『I mean, you look like a plain skeleton.』

Just as the comment said, I was a skeleton. I could detach my skull and some other bones, and even if I got smashed to pieces, I could regenerate by absorbing the bones of other creatures. I was, without a doubt, a monstrous aberration.

Anyone who saw me would surely be filled with fear and disgust. However, most of the humans watching my channel were from a country with a rather unique mindset. That country—was Japan.

“Japan really is great. With the way I look, I was pretty much an outcast even in the demon realm, but in Japan, they just treat it like a character trait, so it’s easy to live here.”

『Don’t underestimate the well-trained Japanese.』

“Haha, it’s scary, isn’t it? Anyway, enough chit-chat. Let’s get to the main topic.”

I held up a flip board I had prepared in advance in front of the camera.

“So! We held a project on Tweeter where we took submissions for new traps to install in the dungeon, and decided to use the most requested one. Today’s stream is to announce the results!”

『I’ve been waiting for this!』

『I’m so excited, can’t wait!』

『Hurry up already!』

I flipped the board over so the eager viewers could see.

“Alright, the new trap to be installed in the dungeon is… ‘Sensory Deprivation Pitfall.’ …Haah.”

『What’s with the sigh? Lol』

“Well, you see? I’m the enemy of humanity—a demon lord. But the traps that got picked last time and the time before that were things like ‘Tentacle Wall’ and ‘Clothes-Dissolving Poison Swamp.’ You all are way more demonic than I am!!”

Yeah. Lately, the traps in my dungeon had been overwhelmingly indecent, thanks to suggestions from the viewers. Well, thanks to that, male explorers hoping to catch a glimpse of female explorers in compromising positions had been flocking to the dungeon.

Still, I couldn’t help feeling conflicted about it. It was good that more people were coming to the dungeon for the sake of my mission, but I couldn’t bring myself to be purely happy about it.

Just how did it end up like this?

I could still vividly remember the day the Great Demon Lord entrusted me, a weak demon lord, with the management of a bottom-tier dungeon.

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“You shall go to the surface and manage a dungeon.”

A woman seated on a golden throne looked down at me as she spoke. She was incredibly beautiful. Her features were doll-like in perfection, with hair that was half pure white, half jet black, and golden eyes that gleamed like full moons.

From her head sprouted menacing horns, black wings extended from her back, and a dragon’s tail curled from her waist. She was a peerless beauty within the demon realm and her figure—well, it was downright scandalous. Tall, with massive breasts, a plump behind, and thick thighs and yet, her waist was tightly cinched, giving her a dramatic hourglass shape.

It was, frankly, an outrageous body. Especially those breasts—utterly outrageous. If possible, I’d love to observe those breasts up close. But if I even tried, I’d probably be reduced to dust before I could blink.

Her name was Ivriel. She was the Great Demon Lord who ruled over 72  demon lords, a legendary figure who had ended a war that had raged across the demon realm for thousands of years in just a few short years. She wore an outfit so revealing it could barely be called clothing, but she was still the most powerful ruler in the demon world.

In short, she was a very, very important person.

“Hey, are you listening? Skeleton King, Olden.”

“Ah—y-yes!”

Now that my name had been mentioned, allow me to give a brief self-introduction.

My name is Olden. I’m technically a demon lord. At a glance, I’m bones. On closer inspection, still just bones. A skeleton that walks and talks. I wear a black robe to give myself that proper demon lord vibe, but in terms of strength, I’m among the weakest of demon lords. In fact, it’s faster to find me if you count the rank from the bottom up. 

To put it simply, of course there was no way I could go against an order from the incredibly important Ivriel-sama.

“Understood, Ivriel-sama.”

“Kufufu~ Good answer. I’m counting on you, Olden.”

“I’ll do my best to meet your expectations.”

…Or so I said. But the moment I stepped out of the throne room, I collapsed to my knees and screamed.

“Nooooooooooooooooooo!! I don’t wanna go to the surfaceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! I just wanna stay holed up in the demon realm foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!”

If I had a living body, I’d have been leaking fluids from every orifice. Though I was a demon lord, I was still just a skeleton.  I could use some slightly unusual magic, but nothing impressive. There was no way I’d be able to fulfill Ivriel-sama’s orders by going to the surface.

“…The surface, huh.”

After crying my heart out, I regained my composure and lay sprawled out in the hallway, thinking about what to do next. Ivriel-sama’s goals were “Conquer the surface” and “Subjugate humanity.” But because her power was so immense, any time she tried to go to the surface herself, she would require an enormous amount of magic. To secure that magic, she mobilized numerous demon lords to construct dungeons on the surface.

We used dungeons to lure humans, using valuable resources and treasures as bait and then, we harvested their lives to slowly accumulate magic power. At first, everything went well.Blinded by greed, humans easily perished in the dungeons.

But in the past hundred years, human technology had made dramatic progress, and dungeons had come to be treated as a form of entertainment. Apparently, something called “dungeon exploration streaming” had become popular. Adventurers—known as “explorers”—would take on dungeons and livestream their attempts to an audience.

Well, explorers these days had toughened bodies due to exposure to dungeon magic. They might suffer serious injuries, but rarely ever died—hence the boldness.

They really didn’t understand our situation. So carefree.

“…Well, no use sitting around thinking about it. I don’t want to find out what happens if I disobey Ivriel-sama, so let’s just head to the surface.”

Fortunately, I had been assigned to an old and distinguished dungeon that had existed for centuries. Surely it would be a lively, welcoming place and it just so happened to be located in Japan, a country known for its anime and manga culture.

I’d long been interested in surface culture, and had heard about it from other demon lords, so I decided to go in with a relaxed mindset. I was a complete novice when it came to dungeon management, but I could just learn from the people around me.

With that thought in mind, I headed straight for the Tokyo Dungeon in Japan—

“What the hell!?”

The dungeon was completely devoid of life. It had the aesthetic of a fusion between cave and ruins, which gave it some charm, but its walls and ceilings were crumbling. The treasure chests were empty and hadn’t been refilled, and trash was piled up everywhere… And the monsters had no motivation at all.

The Tokyo Dungeon in Japan, while old and reputable, was nothing more than a bottom-tier dungeon.

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Afterword:

Though Olden is made of bones, he still has desires: sleep, hunger, and yes, even lust.