The Daily Life of the Demon King

Chapter 235 - 235: Tokyo Purge

Alex lay on the roof of the Humvee, enjoying the sight of clouds drifting across the blue sky. However, his thoughts were elsewhere—he was trying to recall everything he knew about the Las Plagas parasite. He wondered: could Osmund Saddler actually see through the eyes of the infected, or did he merely sense when the parasite was in danger?

If Saddler truly had the ability to see through his hosts, it meant only one thing—he had just gained another target on his back. Moreover, the more infected there were, the higher the chance that they would try to attack his group. Of course, it wasn't a serious problem for them, but it added unnecessary hassle.

If Alex weren't trying to keep his power a secret, he would have already dropped something like a meteorite right onto Saddler, just to remove yet another half-baked villain from his path. However, he knew full well that if he revealed himself, the mastermind would either flee and go into hiding or immediately resort to extreme measures, abandoning the spectacle known as the "Apocalypse."

But what annoyed him the most was the complete lack of leads on the true orchestrator's identity. The only thing he knew—or rather, suspected—was the existence of a certain Director of the Live Corporation, whose identity remained shrouded in mystery. The question that nagged at him was: how many people were under this man's command?

All these so-called villains could very well be connected to the evil corporation and its enigmatic leader in one way or another.

"What a damn headache…" Alex muttered, exhaling a puff of smoke.

He didn't know how many characters from different universes might have ended up in this world, but he considered the likelihood that many of them had inevitably sided with the corporation. It had already been confirmed that characters from Resident Evil were present here, and the more of them he encountered in the future, the more potential enemies he would gain—ranging from minor scumbags to truly powerful and ruthless beings who wouldn't hesitate to use the dirtiest tactics, including taking hostages and resorting to blackmail.

Lowering his gaze from the sky, Alex sat up on the Humvee's roof and looked ahead. In the distance, the port where the ferry awaited them came into view. Squinting, he spotted one of the Hummers, belonging to one of the raid groups, pulling in. Someone had already returned before them.

Focusing, he recognized the guys from Koko's team unloading supplies. At that moment, Koko, who was driving, realized they were almost there and stepped on the gas, closing in on the port.

Not only Koko but also the other girls were eager to return—they had had more than enough excitement for one day in that ghost town crawling with infected cultists.

The guys from Koko's group spotted Alex lounging on the Humvee's roof and Koko behind the wheel. He couldn't understand why their faces looked as if they had just seen a ghost. But a second later, he realized why.

Koko suddenly swerved, nearly flattening poor Ugo, who was trapped between two Hummers.

Sweat beaded on Ugo's face—any closer, and they would've had to scrape him off the armor.

"Sorry, Ugo, I didn't see you!" Koko called out from the window.

"It's fine, Koko. I'm used to it," he grumbled, trying to wiggle free.

"Here, let me help," Alex said, grabbing Ugo by the shoulders.

Before the man could protest, Alex had already lifted him and placed him on top of the Hummer. Ugo looked slightly bewildered but quickly regained his composure, thanked Alex for the help, then jumped down and returned to unloading supplies.

Meanwhile, the girls started getting out of the vehicle. Since Koko had parked right up against another Hummer, they had to squeeze out from one side. However, the smartest ones simply climbed out through the roof hatch.

From the ferry, another group of people emerged, joining in on the unloading of Alex's group's supplies.

Jonah looked around, trying to find his family members among the crowd. After a few minutes, he spotted the children, including Malka and Alice, who had rushed off the ferry, led by GIR, MIMI, and Stitch.

Jonah let out a relieved sigh, releasing his worries.

Alex noticed this, patted him on the shoulder, as if to say there was no need to worry.

Jonah nodded and quickly headed toward his family to check on them and find out where they had been settled.

However, instead of answering, the children excitedly began talking about the trio of troublemakers who had already occupied the girls.

Stitch, perched on Rebecca's shoulders, looked pleased. Meanwhile, GIR and MIMI clung to Alex's legs like two mischievous kids.

"I see you didn't bring that many supplies… unless you count the rescued kids… and that blonde who's staring daggers at you," Lehm said, observing the group.

"You know the priority is saving people. What about you? Aside from the mutated dogs, did you encounter anything else?" Alex asked, lighting a fresh cigarette.

"We ran into a small group of cultists. But before we could do anything, their heads exploded like confetti poppers, and disgusting parasites crawled out of them."

R, who had approached Alex and Lehm, nodded and added, "The strangest thing was that these creatures died when we detonated a flashbang grenade."

Alex nodded, now fully convinced that the Las Plagas parasite had the same weakness to bright light as in the original universe. However, at the same time, he realized that R had just said something he probably shouldn't have—he mentioned the cultists.

The girls, hearing this, also remembered how Alex and Rebecca had previously asked them to avoid that topic. Both of them already felt an incoming headache.

Alex shot a dry look at R, who had yet to realize he had just stepped on a landmine. Then, his gaze shifted to Stitch, still sitting on Rebecca's shoulders, and then to GIR and MIMI, whose eyes suddenly glowed red.

"BURN THE HERETIC!"

"KILL THE MUTANT!"

"ABHOR THE ALIEN!"

"PURGE THE UNCLEAN!"

The trio's loud battle cries made everyone around them flinch. Stitch jumped off Rebecca's shoulders and ran over to GIR and MIMI. The three of them, filled with fanatical zeal, chanted slogans about purging heretics and burning them in holy fire.

The sudden contrast in their behavior left everyone who knew them baffled. Those unaware of their radical views looked at them in pure shock. Their loud slogans echoed through the port, causing passersby to turn their heads in confusion.

Alex rubbed the bridge of his nose, wondering how to calm them down.

"All the heretics have already been burned. There's no one left to purge," he said calmly, hoping to end the madness.

GIR looked at him with a childlike pout.

"No more?"

"Maybe we'll find more later," Alex replied, barely holding back a laugh at their disappointed faces.

GIR, MIMI, and Stitch stared at him with reproachful expressions, as if he were personally responsible for the fact that all the heretics were already dead, depriving them of their "purification" mission.

Alex felt his headache worsening. He

While the girls argued, Brunhilda seized the moment, silently going around them and starting to wash Alex's back.

"How dare you take advantage of the fact that we're distracted?!" Rebecca exclaimed, pointing at her.

"I'm not to blame that you're all too loud," Brunhilda replied calmly, with a slight smile, massaging Alex's head and lathering him with shampoo.

The girls exchanged glances, then turned back to Brunhilda, who completely ignored their stares and calmly continued helping Alex wash off the foam. Realizing that fighting her was useless, they agreed to a temporary truce and decided to join in.

A few minutes later, Alex looked like a living mountain of soap bubbles. He could never have imagined he'd end up in such a comical situation. The girls, not missing the opportunity, immediately started teasing him.

"Now you'll become a part of me, The Man of Foam! No one can escape my soap bubbles!" Alex declared dramatically, suddenly grabbing the first girl he could, which happened to be Koko, and pulling her tightly against him.

"Run, girls! I'll hold him off, sacrificing myself!" Koko cried in a pitiful tone.

From the huge cloud of foam, her hand emerged, dramatically extended forward, as if she were bidding farewell to the others.

"Don't worry, White, we'll save you!" Rebecca theatrically declared, grabbing the shower and directing it at Alex.

"No! You can't defeat him! Escape while you can! I have become part of The Man of Foam!" Koko continued to perform her dramatic act.

Alex couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter, completely breaking character as the villain. Koko joined him, and it looked from the outside like a massive mountain of foam was laughing contagiously.

Rebecca didn't waste any time and turned on the shower, dousing Alex and Koko with a stream of water, washing away all the foam. When the soapy cloud cleared, the girls saw that Koko had clearly seized the moment and was now pressed against Alex, shamelessly feeling him up.

"Not again!" Rebecca exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

A new struggle began: the girls tried to pull Koko away from Alex, but she wasn't about to give up so easily. Eventually, the shower took much longer than planned, but no one complained — everyone had a great time.

When they finally left the shower, Alex and the girls headed back. Upon reaching upstairs, Alex noticed Itami, who seemed to be looking for him. As soon as he saw Alex, he hurried toward him.

"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up," Alex said to the girls while drying his hair with a towel.

Once they had gone, he turned to Itami.

"Something happened? I thought you'd be watching anime by now, not looking for me."

"First, I wanted to report on the raid we just returned from, then I'd get to my hobby," Itami replied as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

"I doubt you found anything new, except for infected dogs or another group of cultists," Alex shook his head.

"This time it's different. We came across a new type of zombie... but it was strange," Itami said, pulling out a holographic projector, which every raid group leader had.

Alex showed a hint of interest and gestured for him to continue.

"When we split up, my group went to the city to gather medical supplies. We stumbled upon a clinic and decided to check it out, in case there was something useful left. At some point, we heard crying. We thought someone might need help and followed the sound. When we got closer, we saw a woman in tattered clothes, sitting on the floor, crying. Deciding to help, we approached... and then she suddenly jumped up and started screaming, before charging at us."

"And then what happened?" Alex asked, watching as Itami activated the hologram.

"We were lucky that one of the guys reacted in time and shot her in the chest with a buckshot. But that didn't stop her. We had to empty an entire magazine into her before she finally fell," Itami scrolled through images of the unusual zombie's body.

Alex studied the pictures carefully, then muttered thoughtfully:

"This is getting interesting..."

From Itami's story, Alex already figured out what type of zombie his group had encountered. They had come across a mutated infected, referred to as a Witch, or something similar. This is a very dangerous, resilient, and incredibly fast type of zombie. The most unsettling thing about it is its endless pursuit of the person who disturbed it. That's why this mutant was called a Witch.

Nodding, Alex asked a few more questions, but Itami knew very little — his group had killed the infected too quickly to gather detailed information.

"Got it," Alex said, patting Itami on the shoulder.

But before Alex could add anything else, Itami had already saluted and yelled:

"Time to watch anime!" before disappearing down the corridor.

Alex just shook his head and headed for the steamship's control room.

As soon as he entered, the girls immediately asked what Itami wanted.

Alex briefly explained the situation, telling the girls about the new type of zombie his group had encountered. The girls perked up, eager to see it, and Alex simply nodded toward the laptop:

"Anytime, you can check all the available information about the zombies we've encountered."

Without wasting time, the girls gathered around the laptop, studying the new data.

At that moment, Alex's phone rang.

"Pirate ship Mugiwara! If you've found the One Piece, we're coming for you!" he answered with a smirk.

A familiar laugh came from the other end of the line:

"Heh, unexpected greeting, Alex."

"Why are you calling so early? Or is everything in your CIA bunker so good that you're bored?"

"No, the reason is different. I hope you're already far from Tokyo?"

"And why do you need to know? We've been on the road for a couple of days."

"The UN council has approved an airstrike on Tokyo to contain the infected horde. This proposal came from Japan's prime minister. I found out about it through my contacts — the decision was made twenty minutes ago."

Alex frowned.

"Kasper, you do realize the entire Japanese government is already dead?"

"That's obvious. Just like the fact that most world governments haven't been functioning for a while. I'm just calling to warn you. If you're far enough away, that's good. I don't want to lose my sister without even attending her wedding."

"We've already left the strike radius. Unless an EMP causes trouble... But something tells me it's not that simple. Alright, thanks for the heads-up. Stay in touch."

Alex ended the call and looked up — the girls had been listening to the conversation.

"Warn everyone. Tokyo will be hit by an airstrike soon. And check who has pacemakers — EMP could be a problem."

The girls nodded and quickly spread the warning.

Alex ordered GIR to move the steamship farther from the shore, just in case the explosion triggered a tsunami.

Those who wanted to see the strike gathered on the deck, watching the horizon. Time seemed to drag on unbearably, and the tension among the people grew.

And then, in the distance, a massive dome-shaped vortex appeared above Tokyo.

Alex narrowed his eyes.

"This isn't an airstrike..."

He immediately understood: this was a cleansing operation by the "Evil Corporation" branch. Even so, the scale of destruction was colossal — the city and everything in it vanished in an instant.

Those watching the explosion felt a heavy weight in their hearts. People they had known, worked with, and served alongside in Tokyo were now gone.

Rika stood nearby, holding Alex's hand. Her eyes were glistening with tears.

"How are you?" he asked softly.

"I'm fine... I just knew many people who stayed there. I served with them... and now they're gone," her voice trembled.

"Don't mourn those who've already gone. Better direct that pain toward something that will help you cope with it."

Rika sniffed and slapped his hand.

"You could've just hugged or kissed me instead of throwing around wise words."

Alex smirked.

"Well, do you feel better now?"

Rika wiped away her tears and looked at the shrinking explosion dome.

"We still have to deal with the bastards who caused this..."

That anger was shared by all the survivors. They wanted to punish those responsible for the zombie apocalypse.

To be continued...

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