Tl/note: I’ll change MC’s name as a Demon King to ‘Isaak’ to avoid misunderstandings, you will see the reason in the chapter.


My parents, who passed away when I was young, were Catholic missionaries.

“Isak, what will happen if you lie?”

“Because I’m a bad kid, I’ll going to hell, right?”

“No, you won’t get your allowance for this month.”

They were really missionaries.

Of course, their son later became the leader of the most ruthless demons, instead of pile of bones buried in the ground.
But in fact, that didn’t matter much to them.
They were just parents who didn’t want their son to shirk responsibility for his actions, whether he became a demon or a Buddha.

That’s why the Skeleton King has lived without shame in his second life and has adapted even in the face of his extreme and wicked nature.

‘Bone… Bone…’

He couldn’t adapt to his appearance no matter how many hundreds of years passed.

Ironically, he even wanted to become human enough to swallow his pride and make a contract with the enemy gods…

That’s what he thought.

But then…

“Oh my, the little Saint woke up.”

What is this dog-like situation?

The Skeleton King couldn’t understand what had happened to him.

Of course, he couldn’t even understand why he was in such a place, when he should be trapped in a bug.



Speaking of Saint, isn’t it like the leader of the divine faction, who is incomparable in his extreme righteousness and purity!

The Skeleton King couldn’t forget it.

It was back when he was still a low-level skeleton.

“Kill them all! Slay every demon without exception!”

How many holy knights attacked even the young demon pups that whimpered about wanting only a bit of bread to eat? Sure, the bread was pretty large, but still, how many holy knights needed to attach themselves to such a tiny, whimpering pup?

“Oh, there! The skeleton is running away with the pups! Catch them!”

He almost died from the divine magic that nearly burned him alive when he went to save the young demon pups.

What was it like after becoming the King Lich of the Undead?

“Wipe out the demon’s territory!”

The divine faction members were the ones who came to other people’s territories and bothered them at any time they wanted.

Of course, when the envoys of the great country were fooling around on other people’s land, they were angry and roughly beat up their representatives and hung them… but.

“The Demon King beat up the Saint and hung him on a tree! This is a clear declaration of war!”

It might be a bit exaggerated, but in any case, to the Skeleton King, the divine faction were truly wicked and petty people.

Anyway, it was the first time he had heard of the existence of a Saint, but he was probably a similar existence to the Saint he had beaten up.

‘Although the every Saint from the 1st to the 80th generation cried out to send them back to the Holy Empire, anyway…’

All Saints were the same.

They are people who seek to subjugate the demons by using the name of God.

But why do you call me a Saint?

No, the actual problem was before that.

‘Why did I become a human?’


The Skeleton King, who suddenly became a baby, tilted his head.

There wasn’t enough time to fully analyze it, but the “seal” that came to him was a divine alchemy.
In other words, the highest-ranked sacred alchemy among the holy alchemies.

There wasn’t enough time to fully analyze it, but the was used to him was a divine spell.
Specifically, it was the highest-ranking divine spell among the divine spells, the Holy Law.

It was obviously a sealing spell to imprison those who oppose God.

Even in the past, during great disasters, they were trapped and submitted to the gods because the spell could suck in the soul no matter where it escaped to.
Although it is unclear how the ancient and lost high-level Holy Law came about, it was a law with enough power to do so.

‘I interfered at the end, but there’s no way that kind of magic would miss my soul.’

But he came into a human body, not a maggot?

And on top of that, a Saint’s body?

What is this?

What are they trying to do?

The Skeleton King had to seriously contemplate their intentions.

‘I wonder if they feel guilty about what they have done and have sent it to a human body at least with a minimal conscience…’

No, that could never happen.

‘Who the hell are these bastards?’

Looking at them, who made their subordinates suffer and live on their own, they were the ones who, with a snap of their fingers, boasted about money and said that demons looked best in their impoverished skeleton state.

Of course, he never expected that they would break the contract and even attempt to destroy his name, but they also tried until the end not to turn him into a human, out of fear that the ‘Undead Demon King’ would lose his weakness for divinity.

Ironically, the undead were weaker against divine power than even demons.

‘Anyway, they’re like vicious business owners ignoring the employment contract and skipping pay.’

That’s why it was even more strange.

Why would they try to seal him in such a lowly insect-like creature?

Given their nature of being arrogant and conceited, it would not have been strange for them to confine him in insects and torture him for the rest of their lives.

‘But why did the spell go wrong?’

If there was a possibility, he could only think of one thing.

-Our King, !

-It’s useless. No one whose name is written here can move.

‘Sure, name!’

His name was Isak.

However, no matter how many times he corrected them, the name they understood here was somehow , and he wondered if it was because of that influence.

‘Is there a loophole because of the name?’

It’s a spell that seals the soul in the place where the name is written, but the premise was wrong in the first place.

Of course, he couldn’t understand why he came into this body in the first place.


‘Could it be that this brat’s name is Isaak…?’

But soon the Skeleton King gave a wicked smile.

‘No matter what, that can’t be it…’

But at that moment.
A man who appeared to be a servant waved his hand wildly.

“Peek-a-boo, Isaac, look here! If you cry, the evil demon will take you away, sir Isaac, Peek-a-boo!”

“Oh my, how can you just call out the name of the baby Saint!”

“Oh, sorry. He was about to cry, so I did it without realizing it.”

“It’s because of your face, move way!”

At the same time, the Skeleton King sneered looking at it.

‘Look, it’s Isaac. The name can’t be the same…’

Wait a minute.



‘Isn’t that just another pronunciation of Isaac?’* (tl/n: I want to clarify the difference in the pronunciation of the three names.
The first, Isak – 이삭 [ɪsɑk], the second was called Isaak – 이사악 [ɪsɑɑk], the child was called Isaac – 아이작 [ɑɪzək])

The Skeleton King was puzzled.

Could it really be true?

Of course, he could use the magic to be more sure, but that wasn’t important right now.

Damn it, of all the bodies of the holy camp humans to come into… even if it’s like a worm…!

‘Damn it, of all the bodies of the holy camp humans to come into… even if it’s like a bug… No matter what, it’s like…’

Because of this, the Skeleton King shouted sincerely.

“You damn human trash!”

The Skeleton King, who unknowingly let out a babbling, fell silent for a moment and then laughed as if his words were meaningless.

‘No, no.
No matter what, I’m still a Demon King, but to be in the body of a minion of the gods…!’

“There’s a sensation in my palm, and my sense of smell is not like that of bones!!!”

The Skeleton King, who fell silent again, coughed.

‘Still, damn it, a man’s pride…’

“Damn it, I can even feel the texture! Thank you!”

The appearance of the Skeleton King, whose thoughts and words played separate, surprised and amused the presumed servants.

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