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…Oh, that reminds me—among their group was that dimwitted male I’d fought before. He was never a match for me, especially as the gap between our strengths grew wider with my evolution. I was inches away from finishing him off once and for all when, at the last moment, he was saved by a young female magician who had accompanied him.

But that stubborn idiot kept coming back, lunging at me day after day, even with those horrible wounds. Seriously, with his tenacious vitality, he might as well have been a demon disguised as a human. I decided I needed to crack open that blockhead’s mind and figure out what was going on in there.

Overall, the grandiose feeling of superiority was pretty nice. However, it turned out that the name we chose for our nation was a terrible mistake—perhaps even worse than founding it in the first place. One day, a majestic figure appeared in the dungeon, declaring, ‘There is only ever one sovereign of demons!’ before wiping out most of my forces and the nation in an instant. It was over before I even realized it.

They say there’s always someone better out there in the world, or perhaps I was just a frog in the well, blind to my own insignificance…

By the time I came back to my senses, it was just me and about ten others left alive—or rather, barely alive, as most of us had one foot in the grave.

Adorned with bell-attached ornaments all over his body and an owl perched on his shoulder, the imposing figure—a jade skeleton who introduced himself as «A Puchi» Kuruma, one of the Thirteen Demon Generals—let out a burst of laughter, a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. Then, without warning, he conjured a spear tipped with black rock out of thin air.

“Kakakaka! I must admit, it’s surprising to see anyone survive my attack, even when I held back. But fret not—I’m merciful. I’ll end your suffering swiftly. Let’s start with you,” he said, turning the spear’s tip toward my heart.

Was this the end? An end where I hadn’t even mated with that lady yet?! The instant that thought crossed my mind—

“No, no, no! Stop right there, Kuruma!”

At that moment, I wondered if my brush with death had driven me to hallucinate. But no—it was real! The lady, the bearer of a beauty unmatched by anyone, appeared out of nowhere, like a gust of wind!

“Gracious, if it isn’t the Princess herself! This Kuruma is overjoyed beyond words to revere your esteemed presence in such a filthy place.”

Kuruma swiftly made his weapon vanish and immediately prostrated himself, kneeling before her. He completely ignored our battered existence sprawled on the ground. To him, we had ceased to exist—mere insects not worth a second glance.

“Good grief, I didn’t expect to see this when I heard the news and came to check. Honestly, it wouldn’t hurt for our people to learn to cut some slack every now and then.”

The lady sighed with a troubled expression. Her gentle profile was irresistibly charming, stirring the urge to immediately request mating—though my battered body and broken state left me unable to move or speak. All I could do was follow her gaze, which briefly rested on Mentor Nyanco groveling on the ground, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

“I apologize… though I do believe I held back as much as I could. Still, retribution was necessary for those foolish enough to claim the title of Sovereign without consideration for the Princess. May I ask if any of my actions have displeased you, Princess?” Kuruma lifted his skull-like head uneasily.

“Oh, no. I’m fully aware that you were just doing your job, and you did it perfectly—I have no complaints. It’s just—” The lady tapped her finger on her cheek, seemingly fumbling for the right words.

“It’s just… I’ve been feeding them for a while, so they’ve caught my attention. It feels like a waste to kill them… perhaps?” Her words trailed off into uncertainty by the time she reached the end of her sentence. “Anyway, I’ll handle the remnants myself and decide how to proceed from here.”

Kuruma lowered his head reverently in compliance with her words. “Since it’s your decision, Princess, I have no place to object.”

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Afterward, the lady healed our wounds. During this, she asked us for our wishes. Naturally, I voiced my true desire: “There’s only one thing, and that’s the chance to mate wi—” Before I could finish, there was a sudden blackout. Apparently, she had twisted my neck with a single strike.

The lady then gave me another chance, asking for my second-most desired wish. I expressed my long-standing desire to learn human ‘martial arts’ or ‘techniques.’ To test my abilities, she brought me to the boss room on the 30th floor. And that’s how I ended up in a one-on-one fight with Cerberus.

Amidst the cheers, I suddenly noticed an old man standing silently behind the lady. Despite his age, the aura he exuded was overwhelming, radiating an incredulous presence that sent shivers down my spine. —Formidable. My instincts screamed a warning.

“Well, do you think you can train him?” the lady asked, glancing toward the old man with an inquisitive gaze.

“This goblin is something else,” the old man remarked with a mixture of amusement and admiration. “It’s truly impressive if he managed to learn all that on his own. The fact that he’s now an Oni makes it even better. His skills are sharp, his body structure is surprisingly close to that of a human, and his robustness and vitality are leagues above the rest. I can’t deny it—I’m itching to see just how much of my deadly techniques he can withstand.”

The old man mumbled his words, letting out a chuckle in between, his enthusiasm clear. I noticed the lady taking a slight step back, subtly distancing herself from his fervor.

“—Ahem, I’ll take that as a yes,” the lady replied with a slight cough to regain composure. “Now that I think about it, Sofia should already be at your place after her evolution. Hmm… Considering they’ll soon become disciples of the Beast King and formally join the Sovereign state, I suppose it’s time to start thinking about proper names for them.”

“I’ll leave such considerations in the capable hands of the Princess,” the old man replied with a shrug, clearly deferring to her judgment.

The lady stepped away from the old man, who remained casually shrugging, and began walking toward me.

“Here’s the decision,” she began. “You’ll be entering our nation under my guidance. From there, you’ll begin training as a disciple of the Beast King. As for your remaining comrades, they’ll join the Ogre Unit. Make your preparations quickly—you’ll be leaving by the end of the day.”

I nodded firmly as she outlined the details. Being acknowledged by her and owing her this life-changing favor, I vowed to rise to her expectations. With unshakable determination, I declared in my mind, ‘Once I’ve proven myself, I will absolutely mate with her!!’

“…After all that, you really end up back where you started, huh,” the lady remarked with a weary sigh.

And so, this was the series of events that led me to bid farewell to my birthplace—the Dungeon—and begin a new chapter of my life, gaining both a new comrade and a name.

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