[Status: 100% HP — Fully Recovered!]
I woke up automatically the moment my HP hit 100%, my body responding way too efficiently.
I groaned as everything still hurt... turns out sleeping on stone and in that stupid mummy pose was a crime against my spine.
[Announcement: The Demon Lord has woke up!]
“WHY DOES IT ANNOUNCE EVERYTHING?!” I yelled.
A knock sounded.
“Come in!”
Grando entered, kneeling gracefully. “My lord, it is dinner time.”
“Great! Do we have beef?” I asked.
Grando stiffened immediately, as if I’d just requested a forbidden artifact.
“My lord… regrettably,” she said with a pained expression, “such a luxurious ingredient is far beyond our current budget.”
“…Okay,” I said slowly. “What about chicken?”
She closed her eyes, pcing a hand over her chest like she was delivering tragic news.
“My deepest apologies, my lord. Poultry is also… unattainable at this time.”
I stared at her.
“…Alright. Then what do we have, Grando?”
She straightened, face completely serious.
“At present,” she decred, “the Demon Lord’s dinner shall consist of rice. Pin. But prepared with absolute perfection.”
I blinked.
“…Rice.”
“Yes,” she said firmly. “Polished, steamed, and served with pride.”
“…Okay,” I sighed. “Whatever...”
Her eyes lit up as she bowed sharply. “Understood! I shall prepare it at once, my lord!”
“Wait, Grando,” I called.
She froze mid-step and turned instantly. “Yes, my lord?”
“Do you know why the system announces almost everything I do?” I asked. “It’s… really embarrassing.”
Her expression darkened slightly.
“…Ah. That,” she said, adjusting her posture. “It is a safeguard.”
“A safeguard?”
“The Fifth Demon Lord fell to corruption... that’s why the Demon Realm became so miserable and poor,” she expined with clear disdain. “Thus, the sixth Demon Lord implemented the announcement system to ensure absolute transparency among demons for the next generation.”
“…You’re telling me this public broadcast is on purpose?”
“Yes,” she said proudly. “A fwless system. No secrets. No lies.”
I groaned. “So I’m the first Demon Lord to actually live under this rule?”
Grando nodded once. “Correct, my lord. You are the first to bear its full effect.”
“…Fantastic,” I muttered. “I’ll personally hunt that fifth Demon Lord’s soul in the afterlife.”
Grando straightened, clearly proud of the system. “Please be at ease, my lord. Only notifications beled 'Announcement' are shared throughout the Demon Realm.”
“Good to know,” I said. “So the system only broadcasts the exact things I don’t want anyone to know. Very comforting.”
I sigh.
Then, I asked cautiously, “can I change the rules of this outdated system...?”
...
Her expression turning solemn... far too solemn.
“Unfortunately, my lord,” she said dramatically, “a Demon Lord may not alter the systems of their own generation. One may only create or add new systems for the next generation.”
I sighed deeply.
“How… absolutely miserable,” I muttered. “Then fine. I’ll just make the next Demon Lord’s life even worse than mine.” I smirked.
Grando froze.
Then she slowly pced a hand over her heart, her voice dropping into a tone reserved for tragic operas and historical disasters.
“Unfortunately… Lord Getgun…”
My stomach twisted. I already knew. I already hated it.
“…According to the prophecy,” she continued, “you are the final Demon Lord.”
Silence filled the room.
I stared at her.
And screamed internally.
Then, as if the universe itself wanted to be sure I truly suffered...
[Announcement: Demon Lord was stressed. Emotional stability questionable.]
“…Why,” I frustated, “does the system always announce the worst possible moment? Like those include my stress levels, gender swaps, or mental breakdowns.”
Grando smiled faintly.
“Please excuse me, my lord,” she said with a graceful bow. “I shall prepare your dinner to the highest standard possible.”
And with that, she exited the room, leaving me alone with my miserable fate… waiting for my polished, steamed, and proudly served rice.
