Player Who Returned 10,000 Years Later

Chapter 138: Kim ShiHoon's Return (1)

Time passed.

Winter came, snow began to pile up, and icy winds blew.

It had been three months since the Manchuria battle took place.

The Demon Cult members stopped making public appearances as if they’d come to some sort of agreement amongst themselves.

People began saying they became afraid after losing their fight against China and Korea, but the leaders of the countries and the top rankers knew that wasn't true.

Everyone felt that there was no way the Demon Cult was only that big.

Time flew by as everyone felt it was the calm wind before the storm…

* * *

"Oof."

The sun entered the room through the window.

KangWoo stretched out and got up from bed.

He'd slept for only an hour…

But that much sleep was enough to make him feel refreshed.

That was possible because a demon's body didn't need sleep in the first place.

"Hmm."

He leaned his back on the pillow and picked up his smartphone. He'd received a few messages from Chae YeonJoo and Cheon SooYeon.

KangWoo thought of what he'd done for the past three months.

After returning to Korea, KangWoo focused on two things…

The first was trying to see if the Demon Cult had made any movements, and the second was

[Fufu. Human girl, it was a very satisfying breakfast,] Balzac said arrogantly.

KangWoo's hands quickly moved.

[AAGGHH! M-My skull!]

A scream came out.

"I told you not to talk to Seol-ah like that."

[Ugh. I… I'm sorry, master.]

Balzac replied while grabbing the back of his skull.

"Then I'll leave the cleaning of the dishes to you."

KangWoo patted Balzac's shoulders and stood up.

Balzac's yellow eye sockets shook.

[Ugh. Wh-why do I, Balzac, have to…]

Cleaning up the dishes… It was something he wouldn't have been able to imagine while on the Ernor Continent.

But he couldn't go against his master's wishes.

Balzac quickly picked up the table and put on rubber gloves. He grabbed a sponge and put detergent on it.

He'd gotten used to it in the past three months.

Balzac perfectly cleaned up the dishes without leaving any dirt.

He had to finish cleaning up the dishes quickly.

'I also have to pick up the laundry.'

If he didn't do that, he wouldn't have enough time to clean up the house in the morning.

After being forced to do the housework for the past three months, he had a schedule of what to do in his head.

'Why me, a Demon King…?'

Demon King Balzac.

The ruler of death, who had made the Ernor Continent tremble in fear, had basically become a slave.

He began picking up the laundry after finishing the dishes.

While doing that, his body started to tremble.

'I cannot live like this.'

Balzac's eyes shone.

He put the laundry down and angrily stood up.

[Master!]

"Yes?"

[I've been trying to hold my anger, but I cannot do that anymore!]

It was a voice with deep anger.

[I'm definitely going to tell Master today!]

"What, you don't want to work?"

[No! That's not the problem!]

Balzac stomped on the ground.

[Master!]

Intense demonic energy came out of him while his eyes shone.

He extended his hand and showed him what was in his hands.

[How many times do I have to tell you not to turn your socks inside out while putting them in the washing machine!]

"Ah."

[Master probably doesn't know how important this is while picking up the laundry!]

"Ah, yes. I'm sorry."

[Hmph. I hope you are more careful next time.]

Balzac turned around and walked toward the laundry.

He picked up the laundry that had dried in the sunlight. The smell of the fabric softener tickled his nose.

[Good.]

Balzac let out a smile.

[It dried up well.]