I am the Demon King Satis. If I follow the script, I, the Demon King, should be defeated by a brave man on a fateful night that happens once in five hundred years, and then I can retire with honor and become a salted fish.
I have worked diligently for hundreds of years with this goal in mind, and finally met my destined opponent. It turned out that this guy was so good at amplifying his moves that he couldn't even penetrate my first layer of armor.
... How on earth can we lose to this brave man? Urgent, waiting online!
The brave one attacks! A short story for self-entertainment written in an instant
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