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Under the dim magic light, Biansha and I sat opposite each other. Our faces under the fire were solemn and serious, just like a persuasive teacher and a more diligent student.

"Biansha, listen up, it's not easy to be the devil, you have to be mentally prepared." I bent down slightly, supported the table with my elbows, intertwined my hands, and rested my chin on them, as if I had transformed into an inscrutable being.

Commander Ikari.

"Beansha, be mentally prepared!" The junior sister clenched her fists and showed an indomitable gaze.

All in all, although he didn't know what happened, his identity as the Demon King didn't seem to be exposed, Beansa thought to himself.

"Very good. Even with this momentum, seeing you like this should make me feel happy and feel that I have a successor."

I was very moved by Beansha's enthusiasm and momentum. I thought back then, when I was a middle school student, it was not because of my enthusiasm and momentum that I could suddenly stand up in the classroom and shout, "My dark power is constantly growing."

Is this such a grand statement as "expanding"?

It's so embarrassing, I'd better stop thinking about it.

My forehead banged against the table. Finally, I took a long breath, stopped, raised my head, and stared deeply at Beansa in front of me.

I feel that the girl has the same power as me hidden in her body.

"Biansha, what do you think the devil is?"

"Yes, Beansa knows that he is a great king who uses powerful power to create terror." Beansa raised his hands high and replied impatiently.

"Well, that's a pretty standard answer, so what does the Demon King do on a daily basis?" I chuckled noncommittally and continued to ask.

"Kill, grab, kill, kill." Beansa clenched his fist, as if he was very experienced.

Hey, hey, this is just a vicious robber.

Seeing me shaking my head, Biansha tilted his head in confusion. Suddenly he clapped his hands.

"Make corpses into chairs!"

Hmm. This sounds a bit like a saying.

"Also. Freeze those who disobey your orders into popsicles and smash them bit by bit."

This is just so-so.

"Let the other party have nightmares and be frightened to death!"

Yes, yes. That's it.

By the way, the example Beansa gave sounds a bit familiar. Is it my imagination?

"And more, grab the opponent's mushroom and kill it!" Beansa became more and more excited as he talked, as if he had found the true meaning of the devil.

This... guy who does this kind of thing, what kind of devil is he, the devil of the Mushroom Kingdom? Don't mix your ordinary hobbies into it, you idiot!

With a sigh, I sat up straight and prepared to teach Biansha what a demon king in the new era should do.

"Beansa, what you just said is almost correct. This is what an ordinary demon king usually does."

After a pause, a sharp light was reflected in the [lens]: "But, Beansa, do you know why the devil king in the novel is always killed by the brave?"

"Beansa, I don't know." The little junior sister shook her head in confusion. She had been in the human world for a short time. She had been exposed to several knight novels and read some contents. Why did the brave men in them always defeat the devil?

What? Beansa has never been able to figure this out.

"Actually, the answer is very simple. It is precisely because the devil is willing to do ordinary things that other devils would do that he is lost to the public and is [stuck] by the director... No, I mean, he was cut off by the time.

Kill the brave man who joins the march!"

I stood up suddenly, as if facing the turbulent sea, stepped on the rock [table], clenched my fists, and burned.

"Oh, oh, you are indeed a senior brother. He even knows about such things." Beansa clapped his hands, his eyes shining with admiration.

Actually the correct answer is because the Demon King is not the protagonist but the villain, but this answer is too boring.

"So, Beansa, if you want to be a successful demon king, you must not be like ordinary guys and do those boring things that have been repeated over and over again by predecessors."

After calming down, I sat down again, wiped the [lenses], and spoke wisely and deeply.

"Then what should we do?" Beansa's enthusiasm for learning was completely aroused. As soon as I finished speaking, she couldn't wait to raise her hands.

The correct answer is to bribe the director to cross out two words, the word villain in the villain protagonist. Of course, it is impossible for me to answer Beansa like this.

"It's simple, Beansa, as long as we keep pace with the times."

"Senior brother, what does it mean to keep pace with the times?!"

"Well... I just want to be a brand new, different Demon King. You can understand it that way."

"Beansa, I understand, but what should I do?"

"It's very simple. Anyway, the first step is to lure the brave into our camp."

"Seducing...the brave...to make him become the demon king's subordinate? As expected of his senior brother, he is indeed an evil demon king." Beansa's eyes sparkled, and he was completely in the mood.

"But, how to seduce?"

"Actually, it's very simple. As long as you have breasts... ahem, no, I mean, as long as you can convince the brave. As for how to persuade, you have to look at the purpose of the brave to kill us. For example, let's kidnap us.

He came to save the princess, we can do this..."

As he spoke eloquently and in a dazzling tone, I secretly glanced at Beansa from top to bottom.

It's a pity that I don't have breasts. In fact, breasts are the most important weapon of temptation. I can't say this to Beansa.

"This... is so complicated... no... no, Biansha. You can do it. Let me think about it. First, it needs to be like this... like this..."

After I finished my speech of more than ten minutes, Beansha's eyes were already spinning in circles, but she was strong and did not give up. Instead, she persisted in memorizing the key points I just mentioned, although it seemed that she had not memorized any of them.

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Beansa is counting on her fingers, Beansa is tilting her head in confusion, Beensa is clenching her teeth and refuses to admit defeat. Such Beansa is so cute. I really want to hold her in my arms and rub her.

Get your breasts out of the way! If I were a brave man now, seeing Beansa like this, I would definitely join him unconditionally!

It turns out that without knowing it, Beansa already possesses the most important conditions to seduce the brave. As expected, he cannot be underestimated. He is indeed someone I value.

Seeing that Beansa was still trying hard to remember, I coughed a few times and said, "Stop, stop, stop, very good, Beansa. You have already done this."

"Eh...Eh? Really? But since senior brother said so..."

Beansa looked at me with a coquettish and confused expression, a silly look that was "unclear", and his two black ponytails were swinging back and forth, curling into question mark shapes from time to time, doubling his cuteness again.

Oh oh oh oh oh!!! Beansha, the cute demon king, please accept me as the savior. It’s absolutely okay to be a cow or a horse!

"Ahem, let's talk about the second part now." I rummaged through the inventory, potato, potato, potato, where are you?

I forgot, there seems to be no such thing as Tudou in the Dark Continent, but the one who replaced him was Mololo, Momo for short, who was almost the same as Tudou, and was completely Tudou's biological brother and sister.

By the way, it’s been a long time since I’ve had Momo noodles made by Veras, and I really want to eat them.

Wiping the saliva from the corner of my mouth, I escaped from the few animals that I had stuffed into the inventory at some point. Very good, they have sprouted. I remember Vilas told me how to plant them.

Just cut out the sprouts and plant them directly, right?

Quickly cut these Morolos into pieces, and a big bag of seeds was ready.

"Listen up, the second essential skill for the new era devil is to grow Morolo!" I made a mighty and majestic gesture, holding the seed bag high and announced loudly.

"Brother, what are you going to do with Morolo?" Beansa, who is studious, raised his hand again.

"Idiot, isn't there a saying that food is the most important thing for the people? If you want your subordinates to listen to you honestly, you must first make them full, right? So you must grow Morolo. With it, the grain yield per acre will increase.

Eighteen thousand, the Demon King’s army will no longer have to worry about food.”

"Wouldn't it be better to kill the disobedient subordinates?" Beansa was confused again.

"That's why I say this practice is outdated. That's why you don't have any subordinates around you, right?"

"So that's it, I really don't have any subordinates." Beansa clapped his hands and was greatly inspired. He suddenly realized and found the crux of the problem.

It turns out that you have to plant Morolo to get subordinates. Just wait, I want to build a huge army of demon kings and impress Belial and Andariel who always look down on me and regard me as a fool!

"After you learn how to grow Morolo, step three." Seeing that Beansa was completely fascinated, I struck while the iron was hot.

"The devil must master the skills of working in a fast food restaurant!"

"Brother, Beansa doesn't understand."

"Idiot, this is to learn advanced management mechanisms, do you understand? Once you master it, you can easily set up left and right demon marshals, four demon generals, and twelve demon army commanders in the demon king's army. Oh, and there are also temporary

work."

"So...that's how it is." Beansa was shocked again and remembered the steps firmly in his mind.

"The last step, actually the simplest, is to be a cashier."

"What's a cashier?"

"Ah...it seems that there is no specialized job like cashier here. In short, they are people who collect money from others." I held my chin and thought for a long time before hesitating and said uncertainly.

"money?"

"You can understand that as a good thing."
To be continued...