The Lazy King Chapter 7: Superbia, Part 3: How Appropriate for the Curtain

Chapter 7: Superbia, Part 3: How Appropriate for the Curtain Call

Sloth Skills boast powers that cover a large amount of ground.

(TL: As in usability, not distance)

But at the sa ti, it’s also said that it’s extrely difficult to acquire the sin.

In the first place, as long as they can fulfill their Sin without fighting, the skills they acquire are barely ever fit for battle.

I fill up my body with power. The fact that Leigie had easily destroyed the Gluttony King only served to raise my power higher.

The legs supporting the large, canopied bed break.

The mont the bed swayed from its lost balance, I let out a rending cry as I thrust forward.

My fist hits Leigie’s head oh so easily. The cracking sound of sothing breaking rings out.

The impact blows away the pillars supporting the canopy, and Leigie’s body is sent flying like a scrap of paper.

A thunderous sound.

The entire building shakes greatly. As if the Castle of Shadows was crying out.

The extra strength anti-Lize barrier is broken easily, and even the wall itself is destroyed. What’s more, it isn’t just one or two walls.

In the opened hole, I see unobstructed darkness. Around Leigie’s room, there are no other personal rooms.

I fiddle with the remains of the bed with my feet.

My condition is perfect. There is nothing obstructing from fulfilling my Pride. The power swelling all over my body is the compilation of all of my own research, as well as the accumulated history I spent with my Master.

I take a deep breath, and exhale it.

I cannot give Sloth ti.

I kicked the floor. My speed instantly reached its climax.

Speed faster than anyone.

Strength stronger than anyone.

… In order to fly higher than anyone.

Such is Superbia’s Original Sin.

Weapons are unnecessary. My body itself is perfection.

Images stream through my vision at the speed of sound.

It didn’t even take a second for to reach Leigie who was sprawled out on the floor a ways away.

With my montum, I kick his head. There’s no resistance. He dodged. No, he disappeared.

The Teleportation Skill possessed by Sloth. A skill that lets him transfer himself anywhere within his own territory.

His presence is behind . Before I even sensed it, my body moved.

It was a high kick carrying forward all my montum. The tip of my foot collides with Leigie’s head.

I understand. My thoughts understand. How many years, millennium, gaannum. As a result of my service to him, reading the incomprehensible Lazy King’s movents have beco possible to .

The unreadable theory behind his actions was only known to .

My physical strength broke the ceiling, and a large hole was opened. Blocks as big as my head start to co down.

My body becos heavy. It’s a skill to convert a Demon’s Longings to weight, and bind them. A Skill of Sloth.

I already know it. I activate 『Overrule』, and break through it without a problem.

What’s frightening is his tenacity, his vitality.

I should have delivered enough damage that it wasn’t strange if a normal Demon Lord was killed, but the VIT that let him activate a skill without issue is the characteristic of Sloth.

Then I just have to hit him with an even greater power head-on.

“… It hurts…”

A slow voice leaks out of the hole that was opened.

I concentrate my power.

Getting into a long range battle with him is foolish. I pierce the ground with my feet, and concentrate power on my core.

“Here I co.”

With my leap, the barrier breaks, and the floor caves in beneath .

I load my body with explosive power, and jump through the hole in the ceiling.

What enters my eyes is the form of Leigie buried in a mountain of rubble. He oozes tears, as he holds his head. His injuries have already healed.

Seeing almost instantly close the distance between us, he directs a surprised expression. As always, killing intent, blood thirst, or anything that could be called fighting spirit is completely absent in him.

“HaaAAAAAAAH!”

“Ku…

Yell. Roar.

Using all the power in my body, I send out a strike.

Leigie’s expression warped for the first ti. At the sa ti, an invisible wall appeared around his body.

A Sloth Skill to erect a defense-raising barrier.

Useless. I already know of that one.

(TL Useless ans Muda)

As my fist hits it, without offering any resistance, the barrier shatters like glass.

As long as I’ve Overruled it before, utilizing a barrier is the height of folly.

My heart circulates heat around my body.

Before my fist could touch Leigie’s chin, his figure vanished.

What a troubleso Skill. But a moving Sloth is a contradiction.

His use of that is one of the factors leading to his diminishing Sloth.

“… Did I do sothing to you?”

There’s no need to ask. There’s no way our conversations will sh.

I swung my hand upwards at the voice that ca from my side.

Leigie used his arm to guard against it.

I hear his bones grate.

Among Sloth Skills, there’s one to completely shut down their already-slow reaction to pain. Leigie’s expression doesn’t seem to look pained anymore.

And even if I do injure him, with Leigie-sama’s vitality, he’ll heal it in an instant.

“Father, please rest already.”

“… Yeah.”

With eyes that conveyed, ‘What the hell is this guy saying,’ he nodded.

He isn’t listening. We cannot communicate.

With this unstable footing, kicking would be difficult. On my clenched fists, I used a body strengthening Skill before throwing it out.

Leigie prepared his arms to take it.

There is no battle theory behind Leigie of Sloth. His attack techniques are laughably simple.

It is… suppression by pure power

A power strong enough to rip apart a normal Demon Lord… a mass of Soul.

In it, ordinary technique held no aning, and he has no thoughts to utilize such technique.

With every blow, Leigie’s arms let out ominous sounds.

I’m pushing him back.

But there isn’t any anguish on his face, and while I may be able to make him use up power with blows of this level, it isn’t enough to deal a decisive blow.

He’s too hard. But I knew that from the beginning.

The fact that I was pushing back the Lord of Sloth served to strengthen my 『Overrule』 even further. Power flows up from the depths of my body.

And finally, my kick breaks his guard, and Leigie is sent flying through the last layer of ceiling.

A blood-red sky, and the black structure of the Castle of Shadows… the fortress expanded as far as my vision would permit.

Once per day, I take it to look over it from on top of the tower. We’re not as high up as the tower, but the sight from up here isn’t sothing to be made fun of.

I’ve always felt a sense of resignation at the fact that this spectacle would crumble one day.

The soldiers keeping watch hurriedly ca running to at having the ceiling be penetrated.

“W-what happened, Heard-sama?”

“There is no need for the likes of you to mind it. Return to your post.”

“Y-yes. Understood sir!”

It’s all a trivial talk.

I leisurely look over the fortress, as I advance towards the falling Leigie.

“Father, don’t you think it’s beautiful?”

“… Yeah.”

Without even taking a glance at his surroundings, the motives behind his answers are sothing I’ll never understand.

So this is just self-satisfaction.

His suspicious eyes, his black, impure pupils look up at .

Emotionless eyes. The eyes of a dead fish.

I harden the palm of my hand to create a blade shape with it.

(TL: He’s doing tegatana, , a position usually used to chop. In this instance, he’s using it to pierce)

“Next, I’ll be cutting.”

“… I give up.”

“……”

All of this is sothing I’ve seen too many tis.

That conduct, fooled by his sloppy gesture, dozens of Demon Lords have fallen.

But for , I, his son, am the only one who understands. This man actually pulls through when the ti calls for it.

He needs no fighting spirit or killing intent. Just so that he can slack off further, Leigie uses his power.

Therefore, he hasn’t fled yet. Even though he could have jumped far away with his teleportation by now.

… It’s because he thinks running from here holds no aning.

Let it be so.

Thus is what signifies him as the Lord of Sloth

He doesn’t want to fight, but I’m a pain, so he’ll try and crush .

His impure motives that paint out the Fighting Spirit of most Demons is the proof of his desire.

The contrast between him and what most would think of Sloth is what has made many Demons, Demon Lords fall. I always observed that aspect of him in great detail.

Even now, Leigie’s power is gradually declining. He’s accumulated enormous reserves, so it’s hard to notice, but while his power may seem close to infinite, it is infinite by no ans.

If I retreated here, and challenged him again once my condition was perfect once more, I’ll bet I would be able to gain an even greater advantage.

But that choice is impossible. Leaving to gain an advantage?

Why must I draw back for a petty reason like that!?

“… Hm, you have no need to offer that treatnt. There’s no way I would ever lose regardless.”

“… Yeah, you’re the strongest.”

The flaming sun of the Demon World shined on us with its blood red light.

It was a sight that had been there from the mont I was created, and at the sa ti, it’s a scene Leigie has looked upon for long before that.

Leigie speaks with a troubled voice.

At the sa ti, masses of power are lowered on from the sky.

『Sky Right Hand』 and 『Sky Left Hand』.

A telekinetic power that works in tandem with his arms. It’s a worthless skill used to pick up items without having to move, but its explosive power are a threat as they try to crush .

But the mass of power dispersed. I 『Overruled』 that skill in a ti long passed. My preparations are perfect.

Leigie makes an obvious frown.

“… This is a pain.”

“… Hm, I think you just take life too easily, Father.”

It’s likely that in his endlessly long life, this is one of the first tis he’s had one of his Skills nullified.

I’m the opposite. Because 『Superbia』 is a nature of pride, I already know most skills. The opponents I fight often try to make counterasures for , but I was able to crush them all head-on.

Father has rely lived life without aim. Just how useless of a truth.

In just a step, I made contact with him. I stomp on his head. There is resistance. There is, but he hasn’t been crushed.

I stick my hand into his shoulder.

It’s a dull feeling, as If I was cutting through tal. The level of hardness caused my palm to be the one creaking this ti.

A wet and cold sensation. Leigie looked up at with aningless eyes, and looking at his shoulder, he raised a short scream.

It’s working. I’m able to pierce his defense.

I remove my hand from the hole in the shoulder, and shake off the blood on my hand before starting a series of consecutive attacks.

Leigie disappears. But my soul hardened through battle made perceive his next location instantly.

Ten ters behind. That’s a distance I can span almost instantaneously.

As I turn around, I lunge with my hand blade.

It pierces through Leigie’s prepared arms, and fresh blood flies.

Slow. Way too slow.

He can probably follow with his eyes. But his body that he rarely moves is unable to dodge.

As long as he doesn’t use that teleportation with high energy expenditure.

I nullify the 『Sky Hand』 he sends straight at .

To still try and use it after coming to this point, does he really have no other offensive skills?

That seems right. A Demon’s Skills have rules. It’s impossible to specialize in both offense and defense at the sa ti.

And Sloth skills are made to spend ti in Sloth. They’re mostly passives, and few can be actively called upon.

Even without a sense of pain, thinking it was bad to take attacks consecutively, Leigie disappears again.

I perceive. A massive power moved to the top of the tower.

On top of the tallest building within the Castle of Shadows.

Sprawled out on top of the conical roof, the eyes of Leigie as he looks down on are sleepy, aning he wasn’t leaving a break in his defenses.

The distance is a few hundred ters. But to , that distance is close to Zero.

The second I was about to jump at him, a strange breaking sound resounded through the fortress.

A brown object stands up.

Much less an expression, its brown head doesn’t even have eyes, nose or mouth.

Its long and narrow body, as well as its long limbs were all made of dirt-like material, and by barely glancing over its body, it’s easy to see it was made to resemble human form.

No matter how vast the Demon World may be, I doubt there exists a Demon with this shape.

A Skill to produce a Doll that grows.

The skill that constitutes the reason Leigie’s title is Slaughterdolls.

『Slaughter Doll』.

I rember myself when I had just been born, and frown.

“… Hm, useless.”

There’s no way a freshly born Doll made by a hard-pressed Leigie would be a match for .

Even if…

I look over the army of dolls being constructed around without any emotions or sense of pain.

… their numbers surpass a hundred.

I bring my hand down on the closest Doll, and split it in two.

There was so resistance, but I don’t even need to dodge against things of this level.

I confirm the brown substance left on my hand.

“… Dirt… no, a Doll with sand as the base…”

He probably used the traces of sand that had built up on top of the fortress as the base to create them.

Truly, to be able to birth this much at once is a threat.

But for him to use up his own power for such a useless skill was an option I thought he wouldn’t choose.

Even is this skill was all he had left.

I look up at Father standing high in the heavens.

“… Father, is this supposed to be your final struggle…?”

Having been born first, there’s no way I’ll lose.

If you add on 『Superbia』’s characteristics, then more so.

The clay dolls rushing at are definitely fast, and their power isn’t weak.

But that’s it. Without any desire, and no experience.

But still, crushing this amount will be a pain.

I close my eyes, and activate a skill.

『Hard Pressure』

A higher class Pride Skill.

It’s a worthless skill to force others to kneel. But it’s a useful one for thinning out the weak.

Unable to stand the pressure, the limitless Dolls fell to the ground.

I step on the nearest Doll’s head, and crush it.

How useless. Or is it that he thought those numbers would be able to defeat ?

“… I’ll be up in a mont, Father.”

I put power into my legs. I circulate my magic. I deliver a strong kick to the stone pavent.

Mighty physical prowess. The pitiful clay dolls prostrated on the ground and everything else on earth is left behind , and my field of vision instantly ascended.

… In the distant past, I’ve made it so I could fly anywhere.

Even if Father doesn’t lend a hand.

I grab onto the tower’s pointed tip, to kill my montum and stuck my feet into the roof tiles.

The sprawled out Leigie cos at with quick movents I’ve never seen before. But even that is too slow.

By that ti, my hand had already pierced father’s left breast… a Demon’s heart, the place where his Soul Core lay.

Leigie’s eyes distort in shock, as he looks at his chest.

“Good night, Father. Please leave the rest to .”

“… Yeah…”

My hand has definitely crushed his heart.

His Abyss Zone fades.

When I removed my hand, the Lord of Depravity leisurely fell to the ground.

And like dried leaves, he began to fall down to the bottom of the tower.

I Overruled him. But I don’t feel the slightest sense of achievent.

Having fulfilled the final piece of my 『Pride』, my instincts told I had finally reached Demon Lord Level.

At the very least, for now, let offer a prayer to the Great Lazy King.

Thus, I will rule over everything, and offer it up to my late Master.

There is nothing more appropriate for the curtain call.