Emperor of Steel

A cursed land that was created at the edge of the Devildom.

A large tower standing on the land that didn’t support the life of the grass due to the severe pollution and destruction that happened on it.

Built with the bones of countless demons, a demon had lived in the bloody tower on the land for 1,000 years.

His name was the Tuma King, Crown.

With a muscular body and terrible first impression, he was one of the seven monarchs who ruled the Devildom in the past.

However, after being expelled from the palace of the Demon King for some reason, he was confined in a gray tower.

“Kuak! This cursed land is boring to even see.”

As he sat in a chair made of bones from the Black Dragon and looked out the window, his frustration made him throw out the wine glass in his hand.

Crack!

During the time he ruled the Devildom, mountains would collapse with his orders, lands destroyed with a wave of his hand.

The dragon, the strongest being in Middle-earth was a handful, but the advanced demon Meguis, which was avoided in the Devildom, caught it.

There were a number of demons and monsters under him. They were crazy for battle, and whenever there was a battle, even the other Demon Kings would back down.

Such a brilliant and glorious time had come to an end 1,000 years back.

His damned son started a bloody rebellion after conspiring with the other demons.

In the beginning, he believed that he could smash his unpleasant and ungrateful son and his men.

However, the other Demon Kings, who were guarding Crown for a long time, sided with his son, and as time went, Crown was defeated in the civil war.

And he was usurped in power and confined to Demon’s exile.

Although he fell from power, he wasn’t completely rid of the power he accumulated as the Tuma King.

Even though his power was a lot less than before, he still had the ability to kill any demon with just a flick of his finger.

Nevertheless, the reason he never got out of the gray tower was that he had come to an understanding with his son that guaranteed his life.

And their agreement was that he would never dream of regaining power or try to take revenge.

“I am so bored in this place where I have been trapped for 1,000 years. I would rather hope to get out of here when a 2nd war between the Gods and Demons happen.”

When Crown was complaining while drinking blood, all of a sudden, someone’s voice entered his ears.

“Your Majesty, can you hear my voice?”

“H-He…!”

It was 1,000 years since then, but Crown, who heard the familiar voice, couldn’t stop himself from jumping out.

-Wooho, Your Majesty didn’t forget me.

“Kuak! Why would I forget you?! You were the one who urged my son to dethrone me!”

At the lively cry from Crown, Bargosa replied in a carefree manner.

-It was all for the sake of peace in Devildom.

“What? Peace? You are a bloody demon! And to be a demon means to strive for destruction, kill beings, and fight!”

-That makes me feel like the Devildom has a stupid and foolish way of living life.

“Shut up! You just provoked that greedy son of mine! You’re nothing different from those sneaky humans!”

Crown, who kept yelling and releasing his pent up frustration, took a deep breath and asked, “But, why did you contact me? Are you trying to betray my son?”

-Not for that… I’m here to make a suggestion to Your Majesty.

“A suggestion?”

-That is right. Do you have any plans to make a contract with a warlock and come to Middle-earth?

“What? A warlock from Middle-earth?”

-Yes, there is a warlock in here who wants to sign a contract with Your Majesty, so I contacted you.

Crown couldn’t understand the absurd request he had just heard.

There were many demons in the Devildom who would love the chance of going to Middle-earth and destroy it.

However, they came for him, a demon who had been in confinement, a demon who loves to kill.

In addition, even if he was confined, it wasn’t like Crown didn’t know what was happening in the Devildom.

So he heard that there was quite a lot of demons who had gone to Middle-earth and went missing.

Even, Kauren, who had the filthiest temper, was said to have fallen prey to Middle-earth’s trick.

“You are not trying to bring me down, right?” Asked Crown with a deep frown on his forehead.

Bargosa who knew the reason for fear in Crown.

In the past, if Bargosa hadn’t interfered and initiated the overthrow of Crown, the man wouldn’t have been robbed of his power.

At Crown’s doubt, Bargosa immediately responded.

-I swear on the Devil himself, I have no intention to harm Your Majesty. If Your Majesty suffers even a little damage, I will accept any punishment, even eternal exile.

In the Devildom, an oath under the name of the Devil could never be broken.

It was because once the oath was broken, they would be punished in the most painful ways.

That was why he could believe Bargosa’s words.

-And the price the warlock wants to pay is his soul. The warlock had mastered white and black magic till the 9th circle…

Bargosa explained everything in detail to Crown.

‘Will it be alright?’

Even in the Devildom, there were very few demons of the 9th circle warlock skills. And in countless demons on the land, very few of them had the skills of a 10th circle.

However, a warlock was offering to give away his soul even after learning not just white but even 9th circle black magic and lived for over 600 years.

The feel to do the task was overwhelming his reasoning.

Crown, lost in thought for a while, made his decision.

“Fine. I will make the contract.”

-You made the right choice, Your Majesty. Then, we will start the summoning ritual right away.

And with that, circles and figures got created around the chair he was sitting in.

It was a magic circle for summoning in the Devildom.

‘Am I going to Middle-earth after 3,000 years? I wonder what all have changed, hehe!’

Crown’s eyes burned and were brought back to life.