The Daily Life of the Demon King

Chapter 260 - 260: The Beginning of the Aircraft Carrier Upgrade

After the group from the military base arrived to pick up the rescued survivors, Alex and the girls watched as people were seated in the transport to be safely delivered to the base.

Among the survivors were women, children, and the elderly. The henchmen of the Corporation had been capturing everyone indiscriminately, and as Alex reviewed the memories of the mercenary captain, he saw the fate that would have awaited these people if not for a series of horrific coincidences. Specifically, the fact that these thugs had decided to capture him as well, without realizing who he truly was.

The memories he had read from the captain weighed on him, making it difficult to suppress his anger. But aside from that, Alex realized that in the Corporation's branch where these henchmen had come from, there was a fragment of the Marker, and the scientists were conducting experiments that could only be described as immoral and monstrous.

They were trying to control the process of turning people into Necromorphs. The captain's memories allowed him to see laboratories filled with containers containing all sorts of these creatures—from ordinary ones to child Necromorphs.

Seeing this through another's eyes was revolting. However, Alex also learned the name of the person responsible for these horrific experiments. Judging by the memories, the scientist leading the re

When the music quieted, he heard applause.

Turning his head, Alex saw the guys from Lehm's group standing in front of him.

"Bravo! You could already hold concerts!" R remarked with a smirk.

"What are you guys doing here?" Alex asked, setting the tool aside.

"We decided to see what you were up to, and it turns out you're putting on a whole show," Lehm laughed.

Alex smirked, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.

"Since you're here, I can show you something. I was just about to get your opinion."

"Oh? What's that?" R asked, intrigued.

Alex didn't answer but instead opened his laptop and began searching for the old blueprints for the protective armor he had once designed but hadn't yet had the time to create. The guys gathered in a semi-circle around him, watching attentively as he displayed the designs on the screen. His opinion was important to him, as they would be the ones wearing this armor.

The first model Alex showed was standard infantry armor from the Imperium. It looked simple and didn't restrict movement, but it didn't inspire confidence in terms of protection.

"I don't want to embarrass you, Alex, but this armor doesn't exactly inspire trust," Lehm chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Well, as you say. I'm just showing available options," Alex shrugged.

He opened another project, this time the Titanfall pilot armor. This option looked far more technological and had numerous advantages. The armor allowed for wall running, sliding on surfaces, and was perfectly adapted for urban combat. Its design ensured excellent maneuverability, and the built-in energy shield could block shots from the plasma weapons used by modified zombies.

When the guys saw the concept, their eyes widened in surprise. They knew Alex was a genius in the technical field, but they hadn't imagined how far his developments had come.

"Dammit, this is amazing! I'd pay any amount of money to get armor like that," R said with admiration in his voice.

"Don't say...," Lutz nodded. "If I had seen someone in that armor before the zombie apocalypse, I would've run away without a second thought, just to avoid getting into trouble."

"You're not alone. I wouldn't want to mess with someone wearing that gear either," Wiley agreed.

The guys enthusiastically discussed the armor, sharing their thoughts and impressions. Alex just smirked, knowing they'd already made their choice. Now, they would have to learn how to use the gear, but he was confident they'd figure it out.

"Well, it looks like the decision's made," he said, throwing his arms behind his head and leaning back in his chair.

"Dammit, yes! But here's the question: how long will it take you to make at least one of these armors? And how many copies are you planning to make?" R asked, voicing the question that clearly interested everyone.

"I'm planning to make sets for each member of the raid groups. As for the time… I think it won't take long. I've got three excellent assistants. If everything goes according to plan, by the time we get to China, we'll have enough armor," Alex replied thoughtfully, stroking his chin.

"Isn't that a bit too fast?" Ugo frowned. "You know, this armor looks very advanced. It's hard to believe it can be assembled in such a short time."

Alex just waved it off, signaling not to dwell on it. After chatting with the guys a little longer, he returned to work. They got the hint and decided not to distract him. Before leaving, Alex reminded them about the training in the evening. Once the guys left the docks, he motioned for Stitch, and they got back to work.

Alex turned on the music and focused—he wanted to finish the reactor today so that he could focus on the weapons in the coming days and leave Okinawa as soon as possible. Additionally, he realized it was time to start training his students in chakra control, including Alice, Malka, and Honoka.

While Alex and Stitch were working, they didn't notice when Koko arrived at the docks. She had brought food so he could have a snack during the break. Seeing how focused he was, she decided not to disturb him and simply placed the containers on the table.

Glancing at his armor project, Koko became intrigued and sat at the table, studying the blueprints. The more she read into the details, the more amazed she became at what Alex was capable of. She didn't doubt for a second that he could bring this project to life—everything he developed somehow became real.

Alex continued working but soon decided to take a break. Putting down his tools, he turned around and saw Koko fully immersed in studying his projects. Walking up to her, he looked over her shoulder and noticed that she had opened a folder with weapon designs—the ones he created out of boredom. Some of them had already been built and were just collecting dust in his inventory, while others he never finished. Maybe in the future, he'd find the time to bring them to life.

"What are you looking at?" Alex asked, placing his hand on her head.

Koko turned to him and smiled mischievously.

"I still can't believe how smart my future husband is. How the hell does your mind work to come up with such things?"

Alex only smirked and, without warning, lifted her up and sat her on his lap. Koko laughed out loud and snuggled up to him. He'd heard that question many times before—many girls had asked him the same thing. They were all curious about how his mind worked and where the ideas for his weapons came from. Of course, he couldn't exactly tell them that half of these concepts were born from his twisted imagination, and the other half were borrowed from video games he once played.

"Trust me, you don't want to know. My head is pure chaos… and a bunch of voices that talk to me all the time," Alex said with a smirk, tapping Koko on the nose.

She immediately squinted her eyes and asked suspiciously:

"Voices? Female ones?"

Alex froze. For a moment, he lost his words, and the Valkyries in his spiritual space also quieted down, realizing that Koko had instantly noticed an important detail. But what surprised him the most was that she had clearly shown signs of jealousy.

"Koko, how would I know if they're female or not?" he tried to dodge. "You hear your own voice in your head, right? Now think about this: does it sound the same as the voice you speak out loud? Or maybe it's a little different?"

Koko frowned.

"Wait, what? What voice in my head? What's my voice got to do with this? Wait…" She froze, realizing that now she was unwittingly listening to how her thoughts sounded. "Damn it, Alex! Now I can't stop thinking about it! What the hell have you done?! You're supposed to love me, not mess with me!"

Grabbing him by the collar, Koko began shaking him back and forth.

"Hahaha, it's your fault!" Alex laughed. "Now you can ruin everyone's mood! Just ask them the same thing, and no one will be able to answer!"

"You idiot!" she squealed, continuing to shake him. "How am I supposed to stop thinking about the voice in my head?!"

Alex just kept laughing, enjoying her reaction.

Alex just smiled and didn't say anything. When he first thought about it, the question almost drove him crazy. And now, this dangerous weapon was in Koko's hands.

But Koko wasn't ready to give up. Anger burned in her eyes, and she continued shaking Alex, demanding an answer. Alex, still smiling, decided to put an end to it. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

Koko, still fuming with anger, bit him on the shoulder as payback. Alex only smirked, kissed her on the top of her head, and, ignoring her protests, calmly went back to his food.

As he enjoyed the taste, he felt completely satisfied. However, Koko quickly realized that her bites had no effect, so she decided to find another way to get back at Alex. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't manage to provoke him. Finally, surrendering, she pouted like an offended child.

Seeing her puffing out her cheeks, Alex couldn't help but smile. He gently cupped her cheeks and pulled her closer, then kissed her tenderly.

Koko immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, deciding to enjoy the kiss. When their lips parted, all her anger had vanished, leaving only a satisfied smile.

After finishing his meal, Alex looked at Koko, but she, grinning, took the food tray, leaned in, stole another quick kiss from him, and, with a playful smile, walked away.

Alex just shook his head, returned to his work, and turned the music back on.

To be continued...

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