On The Other Side: I Quit Being Human

"S-So, what are we going to do now? Do we need to declare our integration into the Demon Kingdom?"

"Yeah... W-We have to do it quick, otherwise we will lose our lives tonight!"

As the crowd began to look at each other, wondering what they should do now, Xenon looks at Winerva. Both nod their head at the same time, then clear their throat to gain the attention of the crowd I the next moment.

[You don't have to worry, everyone. Demon King Ilschevar doesn't want you to openly declare your status as his citizens because he wants you to still be able to integrate into the human society in general.]

[The only thing that can tell your identity as the Verniculos Kingdom's citizens is this Mark; therefore, for the time being, we just have to wait for the Demon King's representative, the Third General Velucan to come and grant you the mark.]

[He and his army are still fighting the Paladins that one of the Heroes brought with her. They are not here to save you, mind you; they are here to simply protect her.]

Xenon decided it is enough for her to speak, so she passes on the task to announce the next announcement to Winerva. She stores Niles' head and the sword, then steps back as Winerva steps forward to speak.

[Kuhum! Now that the first announcement has been announced, we will announce the second one. It is no different from the first one, but this is about the people who have wronged you, and silenced some of you.]

[These people are the untouchables—the people who can always get away with every atrocity they have done just because of their status. We have every information about their deeds, and we want to let you know about it.]

As Winerva reads the name of the corrupted people and the dirty things they have done, Xenon enters the building. The time for the 13 people I have taken with me to shine has finally come.

I, too, walk away from the window, meet her in the way, and lead her to the auditorium. No words are exchanged on our way to the auditorium, but I can feel the slight eagerness in her steps.

Xenon and Winerva will execute the corrupted people in front of the citizens after letting them vent their frustration on the bastards. This is the only thing I do that the two women find acceptable, so this is the only thing they will do willingly.

"You will have to wait for, at least, three hours for us, so you may do your best to entertain the people. We can't have them running away from us," I say upon reaching the door to the auditorium. "Also, don't forget to gather as many people as possible."

"We just need them to gather in one place, don't we?" Xenon quirks her eyebrow. "Can we move them to a bigger place like the Glory Field?"

Glory Field exists in every territory that is under the ruling of Antares Kingdom. It is essentially an extremely vast field that is used solely for celebrating the arrival of the Heroes or their victory of a certain battle.

The next and last step of this plan of mine is to enslave all of them by using a Mass Geas, which will be done by Velucan. Of course, doing it in such a vast place is a good idea, so I immediately nod my head at Xenon's suggestion.

"With this, we've got our own missionaries to spread our propagandas," I mutter as I push the door open. "Wait, here. I will handle it by myself," I say to Xenon.

Entering the auditorium, I immediately find the thirteen people gathering in front of me. None of them seem bothered at all, so I am sure none of them have heard about the announcement, which is a part of my plan.

"U-Uh, has our time to do our role finally come, Sir Demon?" The same repulsive merchant, taking the role of the people's representative, steps forward.

I sneer at his foolish expectation, but he can't see it; obviously, because of my mask. "It has indeed—your time to shine has finally come. Now, all of you turn your body around."

"E-Excuse me, S-Sir?"

All of them are baffled, to say the least, at my instruction. They are looking at me with a face that asks if I have lost my sanity.

I am, of course, not having it; Clicking my tongue, I immediately wave my hand. You may think this gesture is nothing harmful, but I assure you the wind blade I generated with that motion is enough to frighten the people.

Swish!

"A-AAAAHHHhhhh...!"

Thud!

"M-MY LEGS! AAAAHHHHH! They are gone!"

Their legs are not technically gone like what they claimed—they are right beside them—but seeing their legs separated from their body must be a terrifying experience for them, thus the exaggeration.

Approaching the people, I almost chortle when I see them squirming like a worm on the floor, painting it with their own blood. They remind me of a certain .io game that I don't remember the name of.

They are also very loud as they are screaming from the top of their lungs. The only 3 women in the group, however, amusingly overpower the scream of the 10 men.

"Y-You lie to us, you sick Demon!"

"You tricked us! Damn, Demon!"

Sneering I said, "Well, you can cry louder outside."

Ignoring their remark of indignation, I take out an 85-feet long rope, cast a Spell on it, and watch as it coils around the hands of the people. After a few seconds, all of them are connected to each other by the rope.

I pull the end of the rope, and drag them outside the auditorium. Xenon greets me with a fairly shocked face the moment I open the door.

I hand over the end of the rope to her, and say, "Can I have Niles' head back? I need it as a token of my victory."

She nods her head dumbly, takes out Niles' head, and gives it to me as she takes the end of the rope tying the corrupted people's hands. I pat her shoulder twice, wish her a good luck, then storm off afterwards.

I leave the city hall, and head to the Dukedom's gate sneakily but swiftly, which is an easy thing to do since there is no extraordinary Magic Practitioner around that can detect my presence.

Now that the people and the Dukedom have been conquered, it is time for me to join the fray. I am very eager to test my new power on the Dukedom's army; in fact, I have been jittery the entire time I think about the fight.

As I am closing in on the gate, I find a lot of bodies with varied damages. All of them wear armors, which means they are the Dukedom's soldiers that my troop mates have killed.

"Ooh... Violent, aren't they?" I remark.

Quick and efficient my troop mates may be, their violent nature still influences their fighting style, which is why I can't find a single intact body. The scene is absolutely horrid, and I believe even the human veterans will think the same too.

"Meh, what can I say? I, too, fight like them."

Ignoring the scene, I dash through the bloodied road until I pass through the gate. My heart races the moment I pass through the gate, because I am immediately swept by the fierce aura of the battlefield.

A grin forms on my face as I ready myself to join the fray. Kicking the ground a little bit too enthusiastically, I pass through the Barrier isolating the Dukedom and dart toward an unlucky soldier in my vision.

Swish!

Rexorem is summoned in the process; I swing it 10-feet away from the guy. Just the wind blast Rexorem produced managed to bisect him without any resistance. It is not in my intention, but I also cut the other soldier that is just 6-feet away from him.

"What the fuck?! There is another one!"

"Hey, watch it! There is a masked a weirdo coming at your asses!"

The others warn of my presence, but those who are close to me can not beat my speed. Even before they turn around, with the help of my Skill: [Whistle of Death], Rexorem has already bisected them cleanly.

The development disrupts the rank, and many irate eyes turn to me as they think I am an easy target since I am practically within their rank. Without missing a beat, I utilize my Footwork Technique, and head to my own rank.

No one can catch up to me, of course. The first month of my life in this world was practically me developing an extremely effective way to run, so in this category alone, I can guarantee none of them can defeat me.

"Layland?! You have come!"

"Oh, damn, it's our brilliant rookie!"

"Yo, Layland, let's have some fun now! Hahaha!"

Everyone greets me when I join the rank, and I can't help chuckling in amusement. These people, covered in blood from top to toe, greeted me with a grin, which makes them look hostile rather than welcoming.

I am still glad that they greeted me however; I can sense they are being genuine about it. I don't know if it is because of the battle, but for the first time in my life, I feel like I have really established a friendship.