Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

"Then, take care."

140 Red Hair

It was already late at night when I got back to the dormitory.

Mikael didn't plan to watch any more magic tonight. If the lights stayed on all night and kept Hedis awake, the human would probably die from sleep deprivation.

After turning off the lights, Mikayi lay down in the soft blankets.

The late autumn night was eerily quiet, without even the chirping of insects.

"Do you have any plans for the monster hunt tomorrow evening?" Hedis's voice came softly, his back to Mikayi.

"There's no plan, and there's no need for one... Don't worry, I've got it covered."

“Mikai, although I can sense that you are very strong, that is a ‘Calamity-level’ monster… Compared to humans who can use magic, magical beasts are far more terrifying,” Hedis said with concern.

"It's alright. You just need to protect Yuuri and Kuro. Leave the rest to me."

Mikael could sense that Hedis was very worried about him. To be worried about by a human made Mikael somewhat comforted.

"Well... then I'll just have to wait for you to carry us to victory..." Hedis said softly.

Mikaela didn't say anything more; he needed to make sure Hedis got a good night's sleep. If he stayed up all night again, he wouldn't be energetic enough for the attack tomorrow.

Although Mikayi tried very hard to stay awake, she would unknowingly drift into a dream as she opened and closed her eyes.

【【【

Ding--

This is?

When Mikayi looked up, he saw a blackboard filling his vision. The blackboard was covered with densely packed Chinese characters written in chalk.

The white doves outside the window were startled by the ringing of the bell. When Mika looked out the window, he saw a red and green plastic playground.

"You slept through another class?" The person sitting behind Mikayi kicked his chair. "This is math class, bro! If you miss one, you won't understand anything later."

Mikayi turned his head and saw a head of red hair.

That's strange. Wouldn't getting your head shaved if you got this hair color at school?

This was Mikayi's first thought. He then began to doubt his own idea.

"What does it matter if it's just one lesson? I can master this amount of content by reviewing it a couple more times."

Mikayi was stunned as the line slipped out uncontrollably from his mouth.

No, it's not just my mouth that's out of control, my body is out of control too.

The body is packing its schoolbag; it looks like school is over.

Wait, school's over?

Upon seeing the 'Senior High School Math Textbook' in his hand, Mikayi finally made up his mind.

This is his memory of high school on Earth.

"Tsk tsk, no wonder he's a top student."

The red-haired man smiled, took out a thick sketchbook from under his desk, and handed it to Mikayi.

"What is this?" Mikayi asked in surprise.

"Hell, drawn based on your imagination."

A hole was drawn in the sketchbook with a pencil.

The shape of the bucket, if you look closely, is that of a colossal building that does not belong to this world.

The building has several floors. It extends downwards like a staircase, one floor after another, for a total of nine floors.

Each layer's features are clearly visible, such as the lava gushing out from the outer edge of the first layer, the tree branches peeking out from the edge of the second layer, and the entire outer ring of the third layer being frozen solid.

The painting, though small, is ingenious, with delicate and exquisite details, demonstrating the creator's dedication.

This lifelike hell looks as if it really exists.

Two words were written in the upper right corner of the painting: Boundless.

The boundless hell.

Mikayi's fingers paused for a moment, then he lifted the corner of the paper and turned to the next page.

It was a dragon drawn with a black pencil, and the dragon had three eyes.

The black dragon stood upright, its claws half-clawed. Its ferocious eyes seemed to be fixed on what Mikayi looked like.

"Drawing this Western dragon took me a lot of time; I spent the whole day of class drawing it. How is it? Are you satisfied? After you told me about it after school yesterday, I couldn't wait to go back and start sketching."

Mikayi nodded, looking towards the upper right corner.

Three-Eyed Black Dragon Neil Hawke

"The creatures on the next eight levels haven't been created yet. Share your ideas with us. Winter break is coming soon, so I'll draw them all in one go."

The red-haired boy said with a smile.

"I really don't understand you. You seem like a sunny, handsome, and model young man, how could you come up with such a dark creature? Although I'm quite interested in it too..."

The red-haired boy nudged him with his elbow with a laugh and whispered something.

"Hey, do you think this counts as chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)? We're in high school, and we still like to talk about these weird and strange things."

Mikayi smiled as well: "Just think of it as a stress-relieving activity during our senior year of high school. Besides, what if such an other world really does summon us there?"

The red-haired boy chuckled: "Alright, alright, stop acting like a chuunibyou. Go back and do your test."

】】】

The photograph of memory is shrinking. The edges of the photograph are ignited and disappear into the darkness.

One day later, the red-haired boy and he arrived at a place called the Continent of Garan.

He was summoned as the 'Wind Warrior', and the red-haired boy was summoned as the 'Fire Warrior'.

Mikayi's memories after that were hazy.

It was the most painful part of his sealed memories.

Mikayi couldn't remember exactly what happened, but he had a deep impression of the outcome.

He was the one who pierced the red-haired boy's heart.

Blood splattered all over him; the Fire Warrior died at his hands.

Faced with the death of his former classmate and brother, Mikayi showed no sadness, only an arrogant smile.

As for the reason...

That's the guy he was willing to go to great lengths for, who completely betrayed him.

141 Ready

【【【

In Mikayi's hand was an emerald-colored longbow created with wind magic.

He wore a blue robe that symbolized the 'Hero of the Wind,' and flames raged around him.

A powerful arrow lay poised to be fired in his hand.

At his feet lay a dead blonde princess. Flames had scorched most of her skin, and much of her clothing had been burned away.

Mikayi's eyes were filled with tears, and the wind bow in his hand was already drawn to its limit.

He released his grip, and the arrow, whistling through the air, shot straight toward its target.

"Die!! Michael!!!"

】】】

Rumbling--

Blue lightning struck Lanlin Academy, followed by a torrential downpour.

Mikayi opened his eyes in horror, sat up, and gasped for breath.

A dream, a dream?

No... that's a memory.

Memories before becoming the Demon King.

"Are you alright?" Hedis was also awakened by the thunder, and he looked at Mikai, who had suddenly sat up.

Red hair?

Mikayi was stunned.

Just now, his wind bow was also aimed at a red-haired person.

However, it was clearly not the person in front of him.

Mikayi cupped her face and rubbed it.

"fine."

"Speaking of which, Lyon has been acting strangely lately; it rarely rains in late autumn."

Hedis also sat up and used fire magic to light the magic lamp above his head.

Actually, it was bright enough outside the window before the magic lamp was lit.

It's afternoon now. It just doesn't look like daytime because the sky is so overcast.

"It's been that long already?"

Seeing the daytime outside the window, Mikayi was somewhat taken aback. He rubbed his temples; two memories had surfaced that night, and his head was throbbing and aching.

"It's okay, the college gave us the day off. There's still some time before evening."

I used to be able to wake up in the morning using my own physiological functions. But lately, I've been sleeping for longer and longer periods of time.

Last time, she slept for half a month in the Demon King's palace, which caused her to miss her promise to Kuro to pick her up. This time, she slept for almost a day again.

Thunder rumbled, and the view outside the window was momentarily blindingly white before fading back to darkness.