Episode 3
In the world of Jeonpikkot, there are a total of seven Demon Lords.
Each of them was granted the name of one of the Seven Deadly Sins by the primordial god who created this world. And fittingly, their dispositions were all cruel and savage.
They despised humans more than anything — but that didn’t mean they liked each other either.
To their eyes, the others were nothing but obstacles — rivals to eliminate.
If they ever found an opening, they would kill one another to become the sole Demon Lord.
“What should I do about this…”
To save Lian, I’d have to stop these demons from destroying the world.
But since their power levels are almost equal, none of them can act recklessly.
…Assassination isn’t exactly an easy option either.
As I was lost in thought about how to kill them before the meeting even began, I shook my head.
“For now, this comes first.”
SYSTEM: Main Quest — Attend the Demon Council and complete it successfully.
I waved my hand through the air, dismissing the system window hovering before me.
Then, I stared at the enormous door ahead — so large it looked like even a truck couldn’t push it open.
Even though I hadn’t touched it, the door opened on its own, as if it had been waiting for me.
“The Demon Lord of Greed, Lord Rehel, has arrived!”
As a voice announced my presence, the interior of the council hall was revealed.
Inside the grand hall, decorated with priceless artifacts, stood a massive round table — and around it sat familiar faces.
Had I been the last to arrive?
I looked around, found an empty seat, and took it.
“Long time no see, Rehel.”
The woman sitting on my right greeted me first.
With short jet-black hair, bottomless dark eyes, and black wings stretching from her back, she was the Demon Lord of Gluttony — Famiel.
A fallen angel, if I remembered correctly.
“You’ve been quite busy lately, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Too busy to come see me?”
“I didn’t come here for small talk. Stop bothering me.”
Among the seven Demon Lords, Famiel was the one most interested in me.
Maybe it was because we were both women. Or maybe she had some other reason.
But I wasn’t here to make friends.
How could I possibly get close to them — the ones who killed Lian?
Just thinking about his death made my fingertips go cold.
“We don’t need pretense between us. Let’s get to the point.”
Their gazes were sharp, full of murderous intent.
Some looked at me with outright hostility, others smiled faintly — but all of them were dangerous.
“Are you satisfied with the way things are right now?”
The first to speak was a man sitting to my left — golden hair, feline green eyes, and a muscular build that screamed “fighter.”
He was Indruntz, the Demon Lord of Wrath — a dragon, known as the king of monsters and infamous for his fiery temper.
“Let’s just go to war right now! What can humans possibly do if we join forces? How long do we have to keep hiding like cowards!?”
Ah… so that’s what this meeting was about — a plan to annihilate humanity.
Well, that made sense. What else would bring these monsters together?
“Calm down. It’s not like we enjoy this either. But the heroes keep interfering — we can’t just move carelessly.”
Just as there are seven Demon Lords, there are also seven chosen Heroes.
Each Hero is fated to confront one Demon Lord.
They mostly spend their time keeping us in check rather than actually fighting — because our powers are evenly matched.
If that fragile balance were to break, who knows what would happen?
“Rehel, what about you? What are your plans?”
The question came from a handsome man with long silver-gray hair and black eyes.
He was Reinfrid, the Demon Lord of Envy — a being that looked human but was, in truth, an undead.
I replied without a moment’s hesitation.
“I don’t plan to do anything.”
“What?”
“I said, I won’t be doing anything.”
As if I’d ever help with their genocidal plans.
At that, another man with short red hair and golden eyes smirked mockingly.
“Still clinging to your human emotions, is that it?”
That was Fayne, the Demon Lord of Pride — a vampire with an unhealthy obsession with human blood and an even worse attitude.
“I just don’t like getting involved in annoying business.”
“How noble of you.”
“Enough! Does this look like the time for us to fight among ourselves!?”
As Fayne clicked his tongue, Indruntz slammed his fist on the table, silencing the room.
Then, Famiel, who had been idly stroking her wings, spoke with a bored expression.
“You shouldn’t be picking on Rehel right now. You’re all struggling with the humans too, aren’t you?”
She wasn’t wrong.
They were just venting their frustrations on me — the one who used to be human.
“If you rush things, you’ll only make it worse. We should think and move carefully.”
The Demon Lord of Lust, Sallovan, smiled with languid charm.
His violet hair and eyes made him look dangerously alluring — every word, every gesture dripping with temptation.
Typical incubus.
“If we attack now, we’ll suffer heavy losses. Better to build our foundation first. Don’t you agree, Shaila?”
He tapped the glass bowl on the table lightly.
Inside was a small fish with shimmering blue scales.
That was the Sloth Demon Lord, Shaila — or rather, her projection.
As a mermaid, she couldn’t stay out of water for long, so she sent this avatar instead.
The water inside the bowl rippled faintly, as if in agreement.
“Then tell us your plan! I’m sick of seeing humans walk around like they own the place!”
“Be patient, Indruntz. Our time will come soon,” Sallovan said smoothly, his lips curling in a sly smile. He was clearly scheming something.
They were all desperate to destroy humanity.
I’d hoped at least one of them might think differently, but I’d been too naïve.
No point wasting any more time here.
“Like I said before, I want nothing to do with this. Do whatever you want.”
“That sounds like you’re siding with the humans.”
“Then maybe your ears are broken.”
Reinfrid’s face twisted with irritation, and the atmosphere in the room grew heavy, suffocating.
“I’m not taking sides. Whether humans live or die has nothing to do with me.”
“How long do you plan to hide from them? Don’t you realize you’re not human anymore?”
The character I had possessed — the Demon Lord Rehel — had once been an ordinary human.
But she sought eternal life. Through endless experimentation, she became something that didn’t belong anywhere — neither human nor monster.
A being that should not exist.
That’s why the species field in my system profile only had a “?” mark.
“Reinfrid, I think you’re mistaken.”
She didn’t live in isolation to avoid humans — she did it to continue her research.
In this world, humans, monsters, and angels all share one thing: none of them are immortal.
Rehel wanted to surpass them all — to become eternal, untouchable by death or time.
“The reason I’ve stayed quiet is because your wars bring me no benefit. I don’t care about ruling over anyone.”
“……”
“I just want to avoid pointless hassle. Don’t mistake that for fear of humans.”
And finally, I drove the point home.
“That’s all I came to say. Don’t call me for garbage like this again.”
The next time I met them, it wouldn’t be for a meeting — it would be to kill them.
Without a shred of hesitation, I turned my back on their hostile stares and left the hall.
In most games, the player has to act in a certain way for a quest to complete. Step outside that path, and it fails.
But… what about this game?
Would it still progress if I handled things differently than the system expected?
As if answering my curiosity, the system window popped up.
SYSTEM: Main Quest — Attend the Demon Council and complete it successfully. Completed.
It might not have been the outcome the system wanted,
but for me, it was perfect — I’d made my stance clear.
“Guess this game’s more flexible than I thought.”
Still, even if it allowed freedom, I wasn’t going to dance to its tune like a puppet.
The blue light of the system window shimmered once more before fading away.
“Wait — no rewards?”
Even the smallest quest usually came with some sort of prize.
I frowned, feeling oddly cheated — and that’s when I heard hurried footsteps.
From afar, Teriot came running, nearly tripping over himself.
“…Lord Rehel!”
“Why are you running like that?”
“You must return to the castle immediately!”
“Why? You hungry?”
“No! It’s— the Hero! The Hero has invaded!”
…A Hero? No, it couldn’t be… not him, right?
“I didn’t think he’d attack while you were away! Please, you have to hurry!”
“Teriot.”
“Y-Yes?”
“What’s the Hero’s name?”
“Why would I know the name of some filthy human—”
My cold expression made him swallow his words.
“Say it. The Hero’s name.”
And from his trembling lips came the name I’d longed to hear.
“Lian Serius.”
He exhaled heavily, watching me closely.
“But… why do you look happy about that?”
Was this what happiness felt like?
When the one you loved came to find you himself?
How could I not be overjoyed?
“What do I do… I already feel so happy.”
