The Daily Life of the Demon King

Chapter 259 - 259: Meeting with the Henchmen of the Evil Corporation

Alex rode through the city streets of Okinawa on his motorcycle, accompanied by Valmet and Shigure, heading toward the shopping mall. As he passed the buildings, he carefully observed them, keeping in mind that the zombies, known as the Ridden, preferred to nest in dark places—underground tunnels, basements, and other hidden corners where sunlight couldn't reach. He marked potentially dangerous zones on the map in advance to warn the raid teams and avoid unnecessary risks.

Outside the military base, the city was in better condition than he had expected. Even Valmet noted this, pointing out the relatively intact buildings. Alex hoped that survivors might still be hiding among the ruins. The city was large, and there was always a chance of encountering groups of people. However, neither he nor the girls could be sure whether those survivors would be friendly or hostile.

The deeper they ventured into the city, the more frequently they encountered small groups of zombies—two or three at a time. These were the slow, mindless undead wandering aimlessly among the ruins. Alex didn't waste time on them, simply maneuvering around.

After some time, they arrived at the shopping mall. Even from a distance, it was clear that the main entrance had been destroyed. Judging by the dried bloodstains and gnawed remains, a brutal massacre had taken place here. Those who hadn't been devoured on the spot had likely already joined the horde, roaming the city in

"Dammit! Shoot him!" the captain bellowed. "I don't believe we can't kill him!"

All the soldiers immediately recovered and aimed their rifles at Alex. He calmly pushed the dead soldier's body aside, his grin widening, then began to deform, revealing sharp teeth. The sight chilled the soldiers to the bone. When Alex took a step forward, they, unconsciously gripped by fear, retreated in unison.

However, one of them, driven by the instinct of "fight or flight," couldn't hold back and pulled the trigger. Alex barely tilted his head, dodging the bullet, his grin growing even wider. The sound of the shot signaled the others, and they opened fire in a torrential barrage.

Alex drew Yamato and, without moving from his spot, effortlessly deflected the bullets coming at him. The blade flashed with terrifying speed, cutting the metal into tiny pieces. When the magazines in the rifles ran dry, Alex skillfully laid out all the bullets he had deflected before him, neatly arranging them in a row.

"Not great shooting, girls," he said with feigned disappointment. "Did they even teach you how to properly pull the trigger? Is your whole outfit made up of such pathetic amateurs?"

"Shut up and die!" the captain roared, drawing his pistol and opening fire again.

Alex calmly deflected these bullets as well, watching the captain's face twist with panic. As soon as the magazine ran out and the characteristic click sounded, Alex smiled slightly and pointed at the bullets laid out in front of him.

"Impressive, isn't it?" he smirked.

The soldiers, realizing that their weapons were powerless, panicked. Their gazes darted between Alex and the captain, waiting for orders.

"Valmet, Shigure. Kill everyone except the captain. I want to invite him... for tea." Alex smirked, watching the opponents' reactions.

As soon as he finished the sentence, a shot rang out, and one of the soldiers fell with a hole in his head. In the next moment, another soldier had a shuriken lodged in his throat, sending him to the afterlife.

Alex glanced briefly at Shigure, realizing he had underestimated her readiness to kill. He knew of her commitment to the path of the merciful fist, but it seemed she had realized that some people do not deserve forgiveness.

Within a few seconds, all the soldiers were dead.

The captain, the only survivor, froze in place, his gaze bouncing between the bodies of his subordinates, Alex, and his companions.

"Unexpected, huh?" Alex slowly approached him, his eyes shimmering with a rainbow glow. "But, you know, shit happens sometimes. It's a pity, but with your caveman thinking, it was hard to predict."

The captain met Alex's gaze—and inside, everything turned cold. He understood there was no escape.

With trembling hands, he lifted the pistol to his temple, intending to shoot himself, but...

Click.

Empty.

He had forgotten to reload the pistol.

"Oh, you're better than most," Alex raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Rarely does anyone make such a move. Usually, they beg, scream, cling to life till the last."

"Go to hell!" the captain roared, suddenly drawing a knife and attempting to strike Alex's throat.

The blade froze just a centimeter from his neck.

Alex, not even blinking, caught the blade between two fingers.

The captain, putting all his strength into it, tried to drive the knife deeper, but it didn't move.

"Don't strain yourself like that, or you'll get hemorrhoids," Alex said with a smirk, snapping the blade with a single motion.

The captain froze in terror, realizing his fate was sealed...

There was a snap, and the knife blade cracked, scattering into shards. The captain stood still, realizing this was his last hope. The spark of resistance in his eyes faded, replaced by indifference before the inevitable. Alex shook his head, watching the expression. Such a look is only seen in those who have completely resigned themselves to their fate.

Valmet stared intently at the captain's face. She recognized that look—once upon a time, it had been hers, on the day she lost her entire squad. Back then, she felt complete despair and helplessness before those responsible for their deaths. But now, she felt no pity or sympathy. They were on opposite sides, and especially considering the captain served the Evil Corporation, Valmet saw nothing in him but an enemy.

"Valmet, Shigure, check the truck. Find out what they were transporting," Alex turned his gaze to the girls and smiled widely. "I'll have a chat with our new friend in the meantime."

The girls nodded silently and headed for the vehicle, leaving Alex with the prisoner. Once they disappeared behind the truck, playful sparks lit up in Alex's eyes. He had said he'd "chat," but talking was not part of his plan. He had a much more effective method of getting information.

Before the captain could react, Alex's hand grabbed his head. In the next second, the man felt such intense pain that it seemed as though his body was being turned inside out. Alex rarely used his ability to read minds, preferring interrogations, but he didn't want to waste time now.

After scanning the captain's mind, he let out a disappointed sigh. There was no Corporation branch in Okinawa. This frustrated him. But he also learned who was in the truck. The soldiers had arrived only a few hours ago with one goal—capturing survivors. And it seemed this group of people was far from the first. The Corporation had been using prisoners for horrific experiments.

Anger consumed Alex. His fingers clenched, and with a horrifying crack, he crushed the captain's skull, leaving not a trace behind.

At the same time, Valmet and Shigure reached the truck and, without wasting any time, threw open the doors. Before them stood a group of terrified people: men, women, children, the elderly. Their eyes were filled with fear.

Valmet frowned, internally wondering why the Corporation had been hunting these particular people.

"Don't be afraid," her voice was confident yet soft. "We're here to help. Those who captured you are already dead."

The people looked at her distrustfully, hesitant to come out. Valmet didn't rush them, understanding that fear wouldn't disappear instantly. To calm them, she began telling them about her group, the military base, and the safe haven where they would be protected. Gradually, the people began exchanging glances with each other and then, one by one, began climbing down from the truck bed.

Upon seeing the bodies of their captors, they realized Valmet had spoken the truth.

Shigure had remained silent all this time, but her furrowed brows and tight lips betrayed her anger.

Alex, noticing this, approached and gently placed his hand on her head.

"Are you okay?"

Shigure turned her head and looked directly into his eyes.

"Why did they take these people?"

Alex paused for a moment before answering quietly.

"I think you won't like the answer. It's better if you just don't think about it. The important thing is that we saved them."

Shigure thought for a while, then nodded, following his advice.

Valmet approached closer and tugged on Alex's shirt, silently demanding an answer to the same question. Alex shook his head, signaling that he would explain later. She sighed and decided to wait.

After a while, the men arrived, ready to evacuate the people. Alex approached them and, besides giving instructions, tried to calm the survivors, explaining that there were children and the elderly in their group, and that they were safe. Gradually, the people began to trust his words.

When the evacuation was complete, the transport carrying the survivors headed for the camp. Alex waved them off, but his thoughts were heavy. Today, he had learned too much about the Corporation's atrocities, and his anger only deepened.

Not wanting to dive back into grim thoughts, he decided to return to the base with the girls and find something to distract him from the unpleasant information.

To be continued...

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