【The Darkest Demon Within a Demon】(1)

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Author: Stars and Stripes as Firewood
Date: March 29, 2016
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"Finally got a new computer!" Holding the package that had just arrived, I looked at my
old laptop, which I hadn't even turned off when I went to pick it up, and felt a mix of emotions.

Seven years ago, when I was in college, my mom bought me a second-hand laptop, saying she'd get me
a new one . But she never got me a new one, not even after my parents died in a car accident.

I've always been a terrible student, getting into college by cheating—the worst college, the worst major, graduating
with the worst attitude. Logically, someone like me, after my parents' death, should either strive harder or
wallow in self-pity. I chose the latter. After all, the car accident compensation was enough for me to wallow in self-pity for a while. As for
what would happen after I squandered that money? Why should I worry about that? With my character, who besides my parents could support me through
the next life? Anyway, my parents are dead, and I've accepted my fate. If God doesn't want me to live this life, then I'll
just enjoy myself until I only have enough money left for a bottle of pesticide.

So, I started partying like crazy: KTV girls, bars, and porn. I squandered my compensation money in just
two months . When I figured I only had enough for a bottle of pesticide, I was planning to post
my death message on Weibo and go to heaven. But then, someone told me I'd won a prize—a
laptop ! What the hell?! Do I need a laptop for free?! I just don't want to live anymore,
so I didn't even bother replacing this almost ten-year-old laptop. But since I'm going to die anyway, I can't just let
someone else get their things for free! I opened the package. Not bad, brand new, decent specs. It would cost
four or five thousand online. I'd even looked at those a few months ago when I was pestering my parents for a new computer. But what good are they now?
I don't even have enough for next month's internet and rent.

"Fine, I need a new computer before I die." I put down the pesticide, assembled the laptop,
plugged in the network cable, and turned it on.

Not bad, it's definitely designed for someone like me who's about to die; it even has the operating system pre-installed, saving me the trouble of
finding someone else to do it. It's clean inside, nothing's there, and it runs smoothly. I reckon playing
games won't be like my old machine, which always crashes and can't run anything. I played around
with it for a bit, then grabbed a stool and smashed it to pieces.

"I didn't even have time to install games for you, understand?!"

I grinned menacingly, sitting in front of my antique computer that had been with me for years, enjoying my last moments.

Besides my parents, this computer had been with me the longest. Although its specs were too low-end to even
play HD videos, it held the most carefree and relaxed moments of my life. Now that I wanted to leave this
world , I'd let it stay with me!

After posting my farewell message on Weibo, I swallowed the pesticide in one gulp. Before the poison took effect, I did one last
look at my hard drive.

"Delete all the high-quality adult videos! I've had my fill of whores these past two months, thanks for the lessons from all you teachers!"

"And these outdated games, you're all coming with me! Your era is over,
and so am !"

"CS, delete!"

"Red Alert, delete!"

"Plants vs. Zombies, delete!"

"Diablo II, delete... want to play one more round?"

"I wanted to be a sunny, handsome young man, too bad... one last round, watch my Cyclone Barbarian
sweep through Hell!"

With each swing of the sword, my vision blurred...

When I opened my eyes again, the sky was exceptionally gloomy. I touched my head, still confused
about what had happened.

Strange, why is everything so chaotic? What's with the smell of barbecue in the air? Did I not die
? But this is clearly the wilderness! Did someone find me attempting suicide, call 120, only to have a heartless
angel find I had no money and abandon me on the roadside? Forget it, I'll just die again.
What's the point of living in this world if I have absolutely no social survival skills? Thinking this, I picked up the
... big axe?

"Damn it, where did I get an axe? No, this isn't an axe, it's clearly a halberd, it 's so
damn long, but the weight is so-so. It's probably a prop left over from some cosplay event!"
I examined the halberd and found it looked strangely familiar. "Strange, why does this thing look familiar?
I've never handled cold weapons before." I stuck the halberd into the ground and looked up at Death, but found something
obstructing my view, like...

"Damn the doctor's whole family, dumping me in the wilderness and making me wear a cosplay costume!" I
was instantly furious and quickly stripped off all the messy armor and helmet I was wearing.

"What is this?! They're making me wear burlap clothes again, are they trying to kill me?! Damn it, I do want to die, but I'll
die wearing clothes my mom bought me..." I cursed as I took off my clothes. But as soon as I took them off, I
realized something was wrong.

"When did my arms get thicker than my thighs?"

"Holy crap, what's with these eight-pack abs?"

"Huh, why does my voice sound different?"

"Yay! I've struck gold, my little dick has become a giant bird, it's 20 centimeters long and 4 centimeters thick when it's soft, and when it's hard it's
comparable to Mandy! Damn it, I have to go back and fuck that KTV princess until she shits herself!"

"Ugh, where am I going to get the money to fuck a KTV princess?"

Thinking of this, I looked at my enlarged giant bird and suddenly felt a little regretful.

Oh well, I'm a dead man anyway, what's there to regret! With that thought, I put the
clothes I had just taken off back on, and that's when I realized that the armor and helmet I had taken off earlier looked very familiar.

Grabbing the axe-spear, the feeling of familiarity intensified.

"This is… a Phoenix Rune Greataxe? Steel-Shattering Ogre Gloves? Enigma Rune Shadow Armor? Arreat
Face Helmet? Flesh Knight Legplates? Vergolden Waist? Bul-Kathos Wedding Ring? Ravenfrost Ring? And Mara's
Necklace ? Isn't this equipment from my game?" The more I thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. "Did I
travel to another world wearing my own game equipment?"

"How is that possible?"

I thought about it and realized it wasn't impossible, since I did look a lot like a barbarian.

"Should I ask someone?" I smelled the aroma of roasting meat in the air. Since someone was roasting meat, I figured I
could find out.

Okay, I found the person roasting meat in less than ten minutes. Unfortunately, I regretted coming to find them. Damn it, I
'd transmigrated! Yes, I'm pretty sure I'd transmigrated, transmigrated to the world of Diablo. Because in the normal world,
I would never see people being roasted alive, especially not a group of red-skinned Fallen Ones who were first
raping , both men and women. When I first saw it, a Fallen One wizard was using a bone
to stab a little boy's anus. While stabbing, he suddenly created a fireball, roasting the boy until he was charred and
tender. Then he threw the boy to his underlings to share. He was biting the breasts of a woman in her thirties, I don't know if he was sucking
blood or milk. What's worse, there were even underlings penetrating the woman while he was doing this. This Fallen One
wasn't was about the same size as mine before I died. However, the woman didn't seem to be in the mood for enjoyment; she
just cried out in despair as the little boy who had been roasted earlier was devoured.

I observed the haystack for a long time, vomited for a long time, and of course, my big cock was hard for a long time, until I saw
that the Fallen sorcerer set the woman on fire again, and I couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Damn it, rape, kill, and then eat? How could they do this to someone like me with nowhere to put my big cock?
This is intolerable !

Looking at the bunch of people still locked in cages, about to be roasted at any moment, I weighed
my own situation and realized that I really did seem to have transmigrated with that level 99 Barbarian account. My Barbarian
account killed Baal at level 80, and later I even used a cheat engine to max out all my skills, multiplying my stats several
times over, plus the best perfect equipment, I've even farmed the three Prime Evils of Hell, what are these mere Fallen so afraid of? Watch
me beat you all into submission, and then I'll teach you beastly women how to play! (Hey, hero, you've got
the point wrong!)

Seeing that the Fallen sorcerer had just grabbed another young girl and was thinking about how to barbecue her, I sneered
inwardly . This is a hero saving a damsel in distress, and I'm going to save her! I gripped my giant axe, clenched my leg muscles,
and unleashed the Barbarian's most useless yet powerful attack skill—Leap Attack!

Leap Slash, as the name suggests, is a slash that comes from the air. It's the Barbarian's most powerful attack skill,
with a high hit rate, and it even has a bonus from the Leap skill. With my account having all skills maxed out, even
Baal A mere Fallen sorcerer will be cut in two! As I leaped high into the air, I
let out a roar. The huge roar scared the Fallen monsters who were happily eating people so much that they dropped their armor. The
Fallen sorcerer was even more terrified, grabbing the girl's breasts with one claw and not even bothering to pull back to block.
The little girl, already in despair, was being defiled by the Fallen sorcerer, her eyes filled with tears as she gazed at the
sky . She happened to see me fall. I thought, this little girl will be eternally grateful to me later,
crying and begging me to fuck her, fuck her hard, fuck her recklessly…

With a devastating blow, the mere Fallen sorcerer was undoubtedly cleaved into dust by my giant axe, ending
his sinful life. As it fell, chopped in two, I noticed how small its penis was. No wonder it
was the little brother fucking that woman earlier; of course, it might have been scared into shrinking back. "Kalanichu!" I yelled, and the Fallen scattered in all directions, even leaving behind

the unfinished human flesh . 　　"Damn, just like in the game, they're all cowards. They still dare to eat people like this?" I couldn't help but mutter, casually swinging my axe-spear to fling away the Fallen sorcerer's remaining blood and entrails. However, I quickly realized my action was unnecessary. The axe in my hand was inscribed with the Phoenix rune, possessing an aura of redemption. The fallen sorcerer's fragments vanished as a twisted energy within seconds, leaving nothing behind. The evil power that constituted its body replenished my health and mana under the aura of redemption, even though I had no shortage of these, as the Phoenix rune also had mana-draining properties, and the mana consumed in that attack had long been replenished . 　　Although I made an unnecessary move, in the little girl's eyes, it was incredibly cool, captivating her completely. After a while, she let out a "whoosh" and threw herself into my arms—given my current height of over two meters, and the little girl's slightly weak legs, she stumbled and fell, burying her face between my legs. 　　Perhaps the smell between my legs wasn't pleasant, because the little girl immediately raised her head, turned it to the side, and began to vomit . 　　I'll curse your whole family! I risked my life to save you, and you're expected to give me oral sex as payment? How dare you complain about my masculinity? Fine, I'll let it slide for now, since you're just a little girl. But if you dare complain again, I won't hesitate to use my enormous bird, even more magnificent than Mandingo's, to pierce three holes in you. 　　"Finished throwing up?" I asked patiently. It wasn't that I cared about the little girl, but I was completely unfamiliar with . Although with my level 99 gear, top-tier unique items, rune equipment, and maxed-out skills from a cheat engine, I wouldn't be afraid even if the three Prime Evils of Hell attacked me together, nobody wants to go hungry, right? Looking , the only people who could cook were the Fallen Ones or these humans. Before I could bring myself to eat human flesh (and even then , the Fallen Ones had to be willing to pay me), I had to rely on these humans to avoid starving. You ask why I didn't cook for ? Do you think I'd just wait to die if I could cook and had no money? 　　"I'm sorry, powerful barbarian sir," the little girl realized her lapse in manner and quickly apologized, "Thank you so much for your help, sir. If you hadn't intervened, Lili would have been roasted..." 　　"I don't have time to listen to your complaints," I said dismissively. "Where's the food? Where is this? Do you even know ?" 　　This little girl probably hadn't had a good time these past few days; she looked a bit haggard and not very pretty, only a 70 out of 100. I wasn't interested in forcing myself on her; it was better to find a place to rest and eat quickly. 　　"Yes, yes, sir," the little girl quickly said, "It's only a few dozen miles from here to the Rogue Encampment; we can get there in half a day at most..." 　　Damn, it really is the world of Diablo, with a Rogue Encampment! Then there must be a lot of people there with bows and arrows...

Those Rogue Hunter girls are daring, and what was that blind nun's name again? Never mind, I need to get to
the Rogue . I'm the last boss stuck in the starting village, I can kill anyone I see. But
what's wrong with the people's legs here? "Only a few dozen miles"? Seriously, is that even a human being can walk that far?! If I walk that
far, my legs will break!

Seeing my lack of reaction, the little girl cautiously asked, "Master, can you take us back to the Rogue Encampment
?"

"Damn it, it's a hassle for me to walk this far by myself, why would I take you all with me?" I was a little annoyed, but
looking at the people still locked in the cages, and then at the half-eaten corpses discarded on the ground,
the last shred of humanity in my heart hadn't been eaten away. I didn't immediately refuse, but simply asked, "Why did you
all come here? Aren't you just asking for death?!"

The little girl seemed a little dissatisfied with my question and was about to say something when she suddenly shouted, "
Barbarian Master, they're back again!"

"Back again?" I glanced back dismissively. Dark, not bad.
The had somehow regrouped, found their leader, and surrounded me. This time,
there were about fifty Fallen, including three wizards. The leader of the Fallen
had green skin, clearly an elite monster. This elite monster brandished a large sword, yelling "Kalanichu!" at its fallen
minions, seemingly wanting something to drink. After a while, the fallen minions
chanted "Kalanichu!" in unison. I guessed it was just to encourage its underlings to attack.

Did I think I was afraid of a bunch of fallen minions? I launched a leaping attack,
cleaving the elite fallen demon in two before it could react. Then, without giving them a chance to react, I leaped again,
landing in the center of the fallen demon horde, and then—"Whirlwind—"

My character has all skills maxed out. Whether it's Concentration, which increases defense on attack, Frenzy, which increases
speed on attack, or Berserker, which turns physical attacks into magical attacks, any skill can be used to create
a playstyle. Changing playstyles is just a matter of changing weapons for me. However, my favorite
playstyle is the Whirlwind playstyle. The Whirlwind build has the lowest attack power of all Barbarian builds,
its is also disappointing, and it consumes an extreme amount of mana. But I just love it! It's so satisfying! The Whirlwind
build requires almost no aiming. You become a tornado, spinning in one direction, leaving a trail of
corpses in your wake. Is there a more satisfying build? Mana consumption? No problem, my Phoenix Greataxe steals
a ton of mana, and the Redemption Aura converts enemy corpses into mana and life. Low accuracy? Even less of a problem,
the Phoenix Greataxe's ability to ignore enemy defense isn't just for show! (In Diablo, defense isn't damage reduction,
but rather the chance to negate attacks; ignoring target defense ensures a constant 95
% hit rate against mobs.) As for low damage, look at my skill level! The Phoenix Rune's 300%+
attack bonus is garbage? My modified thousands of strength attribute points are garbage? My 25% Crushing Blow
(ignores target's health, instantly taking away one-eighth of their health, a god-tier ability to one-shot bosses) is garbage?

My giant axe has an attack range of 5 yards, meaning that once I unleash my Whirlwind skill,
all enemies within a 5-yard radius of me are attacked. (In Diablo 2, attack speed is calculated, attacking
one , while two-handed attacks hit two targets per hit; here, I'm assuming I attack all targets once per swipe.)
A small group of Fallen Ones were instantly killed by my Whirlwind attack, with about ten dying in an instant. With
a few more swaying movements, all fifty-odd Fallen Ones were dead in just three or four seconds. Even the Fallen Wizard didn't
escape. After playing Diablo for so many years, I won't give the Wizard a chance to resurrect Fallen Ones.

A flash of red light, and the shattered Fallen One corpses all disappeared, turning into my life force and mana,
though I don't need them at all.

"That's it," Laozi said arrogantly, looking at the spotless ground. "Didn't I have a good time
killing ?"

Okay, you guys probably can't understand the crazy, contemptuous thoughts that came with someone like me, someone with absolutely no social skills, when I
first realized how incredibly powerful I was. Anyway, at this moment,
I really wanted to chop down another thousand Fallen Demons. My arrogant, cool, and awesome image immediately
stunned the little girl and the people still locked in the cages. The men, seeing me, were like seeing a god,
instantly becoming limp. The women, seeing me, were practically dripping with saliva, their hearts itching.

Okay, I've had my fun, I've shown off, now, I'm hungry.

I angrily smashed all the wooden cages, releasing the trapped humans. Looking at their
worshipful eyes, I asked dismissively, "Is there anything to eat?"

To my great surprise, there really was food. It turned out these people were farmers from
farms , engaged in agricultural production under the protection of Rogue Hunters and a few other professionals. This place
wasn't far from the Rogue Encampment, and usually didn't see many demon invasions. But this time, for some reason, a group of Fallen Ones had attacked their
village, killed the guards, destroyed their houses, and captured everyone, raping, killing, roasting, and finally eating them—
thankfully, Fallen Ones don't eat grain, so the village's food was still intact. The village ruins weren't far away;
in just a few minutes, I led the villagers back.

Having probably witnessed the tragedy of being captured and eaten by demons, the villagers, though half of them had been eaten,
didn't even have the heart to grieve. Back in their village, they busily repaired their dwellings. The only relatively intact
house was vacated for me to live in. Heh, you Southern Kingdoms are quite sensible; I
moved in without hesitation, even having the villagers boil water for me to bathe and cook for me. I saved them, so it
's only right that they treat me well. Otherwise, if I just abandoned them and let more Fallen Ones appear, everyone here would be roasted alive.

Lying comfortably in the bathtub, washing in the steaming hot water, I felt completely relaxed—this water
really was boiling water. In the past, even a touch of it would have burned me, but who am I now? A max-level, max-skill
Barbarian, with the massive resistance to ice, fire, lightning, and poison provided by my nature resistance skill, this temperature of boiling water was
incredibly .

I carefully scrubbed my body; I didn't want to be laughed at for my bad body odor. Okay, even though in this
world , if anyone dared say I smelled bad, I'd chop them down even if they were one of the three demon gods
of hell, I'm still a civilized person, and nobody wants to live with an unpleasant smell, right? Naturally, I need to wash more often. Although this world
is full demons, people's lives are pretty good; there's even a bubble solution similar to shower gel, making my wash exceptionally
comfortable. After washing myself thoroughly, I was about to get dressed when I saw my
enormous penis, thicker than a woman's arm.

"Does this need washing too?" Okay, I'm a hygienic person, but in my past life, this thing wasn't big, and a
quick wipe was enough. But now, with this behemoth right here, it's not something that can be cleaned with a simple wipe.
Without further ado, I grabbed a handful of bubbles and started rubbing my behemoth—this concerns my future sexual happiness, so I can't be careless.

As I rubbed it, this thing actually got bigger, which startled me—damn, I thought it was at Manding's level
when it got , but now it's clearly much bigger! In the old world,
only those whore who enjoys expansion could handle this giant cannon, right? Looking at my hard-on, I was
completely at a loss—who the hell am I supposed to have sex with here?

"Master, your dinner is ready..." a female voice rang out.

Holy crap, it's that little loli from earlier in the day. The houses here have all been destroyed, and the door to my bathroom
had long been taken down by the Fallen Ones to burn for fuel, so they just hung a cloth to cover it. This little loli had nowhere to knock
, so she just walked in and saw me cleaning my giant cannon. The little loli's face immediately turned red with embarrassment. She
was about to leave, but then she remembered that I was the savior of her whole village, so she couldn't be impolite. She couldn't leave or stay
, so she could only lower her head and look at the floor. Looking at the floor, the little girl, for some reason, secretly glanced at
my crotch again. When I caught her, she quickly lowered her head.

"What the hell are you looking at! You slut, so pretentious!" I was instantly enraged. I remembered how this bitch dared to complain about
the smell of my crotch earlier, and now she was secretly looking—what else could this be but pretentiousness? I'll fuck you to death, you slut!

I'd been wanting to fuck a woman anyway, and here was one right in front of me. Why not take advantage of her? Besides, this little girl
had , raising her looks from seventy to eighty—barely worthy of my massive cannon.

Just as I was about to rush over and use her as a sacrifice, someone else came running in.

"Oh no! Oh no, sir! Another demon is coming!" (Barbarian is translated as Barbarian Warrior)

"Damn it, where did this insolent demon come from? It won't let me eat, and it won't let me sleep with girls. Does it want to
die or not?" I hastily put on my gear, grabbed the Phoenix Giant Axe, and stormed
out in a rage. This time, even if Baal comes, I'll chop it to pieces!
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Author's Note: This is my first time writing erotica, and I haven't even gotten to the point (funny sex) yet. I'm really
sorry

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