Reincarnated in a Shounen Manga - Chapter 108

Chapter 108 - Unreasonable Request

Pixie snorted at my crazy request. “Are you stupid or what? There’s no way-”

She stopped whatever she was about to say and finally noticed the way the Demonic Exorcist stared at her.

Pixie’s eyes widened, and she jumped away. “What the fuck?! You crazy bastard! Do you think you can betray the boss and get away with it?!”

The Demonic Exorcist’s stony face turned into a smile. “Jeez, I was just joking. No need to take it so seriously.”

He would have probably killed her if she hadn’t jumped back. Why would he do something so illogical and kill his own teammate? Because he felt like it.

Also, was he part of the Red Tails? That could end up being the most dangerous decision they have ever made.

The Demonic Exorcist was like a force of nature, unpredictable and crazy. How could they control someone like that? Despite his power, he was the last guy I would want on my team.

"Anyway, kiddo, ready for the rematch? Last time we fought, you came out uninjured, but I lost a finger." He showed me his new pinky finger.

Right, this guy had a good special ability too. Though he rarely used it, as he preferred showing off his demons.

"Rematch? Now? But there are so many people around. Maybe next time."

"You're right. We should just kill everyone here,” he nodded.

No, that was not at all what I meant. “No, let’s not do that.”

“Take Ellen out of here!” Said the zombie samurai. An aura of sharpness surrounded him, and the surrounding air was getting cut.

Ellen lay in a pool of her own blood, and the clan head went and brought her back.

The demonic exorcist had a smile on his face and asked the clan head. “I wonder what strange ability you have?”

As soon as he said that, the demonic exorcist took out a book, and a dark beam shot out of it. The zombie samurai dodged the attack, but it chased him and hit him in the chest. His body immediately froze, like he was stuck in time.

Then the Demonic Exorcist charged past him and toward the clan head. But Delia’s father had a calm look on his face and intertwined his fingers.

{Mass Murderer Shrine of Glory!}

The surroundings darkened, and we were all transported into that dark world with a mountain of skulls.

“I knew I sensed something dangerous from you,” the Demonic Exorcist nodded as if proud of his deduction.

The World Exorcist wasn’t so calm. “He can manifest a terrain!”

“This is bad!” Pixie’s voice shook.

But there was nothing they could do to escape, but the Demonic Exorcist had his centipede wrap itself around him, and the sound of a knife hitting metal rang out. Minor scratches appeared on the centipede.

Suddenly, the world cracked. The World Exorcist had a key the size of a sword in his hand, which was the crack's source. “My ability lets me unlock any door or lock. Barriers and seals are useless against me.”

Yeah, this was why this bastard was amongst the Special Rank Exorcists. Just like Paris, his ability was overpowered but not very useful in direct battle.

With the barrier released, the Demonic Exorcist emerged from his centipede’s defensive cocoon. “I see, so it’s that kind of ability.”

He glanced at the rest of his team and then at me. “You can’t attack someone who hasn’t harmed your clan. Also, your ability doesn't tell you who has attacked them, so you have to guess. I wonder what the drawback to guessing wrong is?”

His centipede demon had large cuts on its exoskeleton, and the Demonic Exorcist frowned at them. “Also, if I were a betting man, your ability is one where it grows stronger the more enemies of the clan you were to kill. That’s what those crying skulls were, right? They belonged to the enemies of your clan, right?”

It was a bit of a stretch to assume that was how the clan head’s special ability worked. But despite his craziness, the Demonic Exorcist had an instinct for these things.

Whether the Demonic Exorcist had guessed it exactly was hard to tell since the clan head’s face was expressionless. But there had to be some truth to that statement as the cutting attacks had only been aimed at the Demonic Exorcist, who I had a clash with in the past. So technically, he had ‘attacked’ a member of the Dark Sword Clan.

It seemed like a special ability with many rules, but its power was crazy. Even the Demonic Exorcist could only defend himself when the clan head fully manifested his power.

Now that the enemy knew his ability’s limitations, the fight would become much harder.

But if the clan head’s ability worked as the Demonic Exorcist had assumed, we were still at an advantage.

Delia, her father, and I were part of the Dark Sword Clan. If we got attacked, he could activate his special ability.

While his restrictions were a pain to get around, they didn’t just strengthen his ability. If they were harsh enough, restrictions could even ease the Ord expenditure.

Crack!... The sound of something breaking rang out, and the undead samurai assaulted the Demonic Exorcist. He had his back turned toward the attacker, as the zombie shot a point-blank sword beam. “Die!”

A colossal explosion rang out, and the attack was so fast there had been no time for the centipede demon to defend him. But as the dust cleared, it revealed a still unharmed demonic exorcist, and he had a smile on his face. “Because of a certain someone,” he glanced at me. “I learned to always keep some defensive Magic Items on my person.”

“Who said I was aiming for you?” The undead changed his sword’s angle and hit the ground, creating a smoke screen.

“Let’s go,” the clan head said. “The undead swordsman has made his decision.”

Huh? What was that supposed to mean? He made it sound like they had some kind of secret conversation. Maybe it was a warrior thing?

Whatever it was, we couldn’t afford to stay here any longer and ran off. I carried Delia while the clan head had Ellen on his shoulder.

***

How long had it been since he had been in a battle where he had to put his life on the line? Decades? Centuries?

Ever since he had become an undead monster, roaming these lands for an enemy strong enough to kill him, Oda didn’t remember encountering someone who would kill him.

Ellen was the closest someone came to obliterating him. But her tamed demon’s ability wasn’t the kind that would satisfy a warrior like him.

“Ah, that’s a shame. I wanted to have a bout with Kon,” said the Demonic Exorcist.

When the dust cleared up, Oda noticed that the other two enemies had also disappeared. He would have wished to kill the guy who stabbed Ellen personally, but it was better to hold back the strongest enemy than go after petty revenge. “My name is Oda, and I will challenge you to a battle to the death. What is your name?”

“Name? People haven’t asked me that in a while,” he smiled. “You can call me Cesar. Maybe I will tell you my real name if you become a satisfying opponent.”

“Heh,” Oda laughed. His undead heart almost started beating again.

No one had ever looked down on him. He had dominated his generation; neither exorcist nor samurai had dared stand in his way.

“I don’t have all day. So excuse me for being a rude, old-timer,” Cesar said.

A dark centipede burst from the ground and was about to bite Oda’s rotten flesh. But before it could do that, Oda infused his sword with demonic energy and delivered a slash that almost approached the quality of cuts he gave back when he was a human.

The cut was clean, almost beautiful, and he admired his own craft as he cut the centipede demon in two.

“You must have been quite a monster when you were alive, old timer,” Cesar complimented him as another demon suddenly fell down from the sky. It looked like a gorilla with wings instead of arms.

The gorilla demon kicked Oda and lost that leg, which caused the monkey to back off while staring at his missing leg in shock.

“If you think you can defeat me while playing around, then you might find your head separated from your body before you even know what happened,” Oda advised his opponent.

Despite losing the centipede demon, Cesar hadn’t used his special ability.

“You’re right. If I continue playing for too long, I won’t be able to get the rematch with the kid,” Cesar sighed, his eyes sharpened. The surrounding aura changed as his skin turned blood red.

“{Bloody Ghost of Domination}”