Crossover Anime: How Did I Become Iruma-kun?

How can someone with no cards possibly beat an enemy who has a full hand of cards? Doing so will only put you at a greater disadvantage.

Narnia carefully glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to avoid letting him notice anything unusual.

"Everyone is scrambling for the cards on the table, grabbing the good ones and discarding the bad ones. If you don't go now, you'll probably only get a bad hand."

Iruma gave this well-intentioned reminder a disdainful smile: "Not necessarily. In some card games, the one with no cards in hand is often the winner, while those with a lot of cards win."

"But it can be so frustrating and agonizing when you can't get the call out!"

It doesn't matter if he has good cards or bad cards, because he himself is the king of cards. Even if they try out all their cards and tricks, he can still easily crush them.

Narnia's pupils dilated; she hadn't expected the person in front of her to have such unconventional ideas.

Is he absolutely certain of his identity? No.

This guy has absolute confidence in his own strength, and his arrogance has reached a level that ordinary people cannot look down upon.

Others' arrogance always seems vulgar, but the arrogance of the person in front of me seems to say that I was born to be a king and have no need to fantasize about failure.

Because in his own eyes, there was no concept of failure at all.

Narnia's curiosity grew even stronger, and he couldn't help but smile, his excitement like a flood.

"Suck~!"

He took a deep breath to calm himself, and looked at Iruma with a pleasant smile: "Would you like to have a chat with me?"

"With you?" Iruma tilted his head slightly and looked down at him.

Narnia immediately struck a pose, saying like a spirited young man, "I'm the No. 3 of the Demon Gate Agency! I'm very rare~".

Upon hearing this, Iruma remained expressionless, as if he were watching a monkey in a circus.

Is she testing me, or trying to find out something? I'm not human now, and I'm not wearing any perfume to mask my scent, so I should be completely innocent.

Narnia looked up at him and said, "He really has a tall figure, far surpassing that of ordinary demons, even reaching an absurd level, but not too absurd, just the tallest~" 297.

Iruma's terrifying height of nearly 2.6 meters is already incredibly imposing, and when he's just sitting there, the Morax battle suit and the flowing amber fluorescence on his gloves further accentuate his domineering aura.

It seems like he could strike and beat someone up at any moment.

Narnia continued, "Aren't you curious about the Demon Gate?"

"This is a demon as strict as steel, who does not easily reveal himself, and is feared by demons."

"This is how the Demon Gate is described in the Demon Realm: as an ally, they are the best fangs, however..."

"If they are enemies, they are the most ferocious Grim Reaper."

Iruma listened quietly to the other person's boasting, and even began to want to laugh. How could this kid be even more immature than himself?

"Finished?"

"Ok?"

Narnia looked puzzled.

Iruma still looked at him expressionlessly: "I'm not interested in any of what you're saying, because no demon can frighten me, and no demon can bare its fangs at me."

"As for disobedient house dogs," he said, bending down to look at the other person, his tone icy, "of course you have to beat them so they'll never dare to bare their teeth again!"

Chapter 273 Daring to Show Their Fangs

Narnia's expression stiffened, and she looked unnatural for a moment, as if she were about to bare her fangs, before she smiled again: "What an extremely arrogant demon. I'll have to look forward to seeing how you perform."

"You, who can utter such arrogant words, had better have the strength to match them."

"That's natural. Only the strong have the right to be arrogant; the weak only need to bow down and submit!"

"Well then, sir, in order to deepen our relationship, I would like to hear your story."

Iruma narrowed his eyes, lightly tapped his arm with his fingers, and said unhappily, "My story?"

Narnia noticed the other person's actions and tone, knowing that he was starting to get impatient, and quickly said, "Ah, don't think about it so seriously, just talk about what's going on around you."

Although he was testing the mysterious Iruma, he didn't want to strain their relationship. At least now he could confirm that the other party was not human, which solved the main problem. The rest of the speculation didn't matter.

Since he's a demon, it doesn't matter whether he was adopted or stolen from Sullivan.

After all, it's just the three heroes' own quirky hobby; as long as it doesn't disrupt the order, it's fine.

There is absolutely no need to continue targeting the other party. As for whether it will disrupt or even affect Bali's plans, that doesn't matter anymore; that's just a vortex between the two of them.

Iruma stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Three younger sisters and nine silly younger brothers, although they all listen to me very well. As for their daily lives, they probably just find powerful enemies or monsters to fight~."

"I enjoy the thrill of battle; battle is the most interesting thing ever!"

This was his truest thought: to trample and ravage these weaklings with his invincible body, and to see the despair and disbelief on their faces.

Thinking of this, a sickly smile appeared on his face, his eyes as sinister as a blade: "Although I've fought against that Baal and the former thirteenth champion Andusias, they were too weak. I couldn't muster any interest in fighting them."

"I want to fight the strong, and then..."

"Trampling on the strong~"

That's insane!

Narnia's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected his opponent to be a battle maniac. However, the thought of saying that the current thirteen-time champion and the former thirteen-time champion were weak was insane.

Those who can sit in the position of thirteen-time champions must have strong strength and followers.

Iruma, standing before him, spoke as if it were everyday conversation, showing no respect or fear whatsoever, only utter contempt and disdain.

An extremely violent and irritable demon?

He was definitely the kind of being who would go crazy without regard for the consequences once provoked. He had seen quite a few demons like this, but unfortunately none of them had the strength to match their temper.

After confirming the other party's temperament, Narnia continued to probe: "I want to know, what does the future demon world look like in your imagination now?"

"Future Demon World"

"Yes, it's the Demon Declaration, where one presents themselves as the next Demon King and makes ideas and declarations to attract demons!!"

"The demon realm where everyone supports and helps each other, just like Babirus."

This was the answer Iruma could think of; he didn't have much of an opinion on the matter of rule.

Narnia nodded after listening: "It sounds like a pretty good demon realm, but having too many races isn't a good thing, is it?"

"Especially those monsters and demon gods, they greatly hindered the development of the demon realm."

"Shouldn't they all be driven out?"

After he finished speaking, he stared intently at Iruma, as if trying to find the same answer in the other man's eyes.

Iruma tilted his head slightly to the left: "That kind of garbage world with only one race is the most boring. The diversity of species is one of the fun things about this world."

"If there were only demons, that would be too boring; I'd miss out on a lot of the fun in fighting!"

"It seems we have completely opposite opinions."

Narnia's gaze darkened, her previous idea of ​​peace shattered.

He himself was the kind of demon who would never tolerate anyone who displeased him. Immediately, a powerful aura erupted from his body, and a huge, terrifying phantom of a rabid dog appeared behind him, staring at him menacingly.

"The Demon Realm should be the world of noble demons. Those foreign objects that randomly squeeze in and cause damage or interference should all be crushed!"

"Monsters, demon gods, humans—just thinking about those filthy creatures makes me want to vomit. It's so disgusting!"

"Not to mention letting some arrogant fools become demon kings, they'll just end up kneeling at the feet of demon gods again, don't you think?"

"What do I think?"

Iruma tilted his head, veins bulging on his forehead, showing no sign of being intimidated by the other party's imposing presence, and instead pretended to be deep in thought.

In an instant, the pair of golden dragon eyes turned black and gold, standing upright like needles, and the long, loose hair moved without wind.

"Zizzizi!"

A terrifying black and red lightning bolt erupted from his body, and in an instant, a terrifying killing intent swept through the entire banquet hall, causing all the demons to turn their gazes toward him.

"Iruma-sama?!"

"Iruma!!!"

"Oh, that black lightning bolt has reappeared. How interesting!"

"But this time it's even more terrifying."

Narnia's so-called rabid dog phantom was nothing but an illusion, while a huge, ferocious black dragon appeared behind Iruma. This dragon was not in any knowledge of the Demon Realm, its body was like a long snake with five outstretched claws and its whiskers fluttering.

It reveals an unbridled killing intent! (Norli's)

"Roar!!!"

A colossal black dragon, blotting out the sky, let out a low roar, and terrifying shockwaves relentlessly crashed down upon it.

The unleashed Conqueror's Haki at full power instantly sent shivers down the spines of all the demons, with those of weaker will collapsing to the ground.

The space around Iruma distorted, the ground cracked, and the entire banquet hall was shrouded in blood red.

"Zizzi"

Countless terrifying scenes tore open out of thin air, as if dozens of worlds appeared at the same time. The indescribable and absurd things were enough to chill one to the bone with just a glance.