Dungeon Defense: Volume 2 – Prologue


A philosopher may ask great questions,
but politicians give great answers.
I am all of your answer.


Ο

Prologue

Ο

Overcome your past.

People would say this easily.

If I were to give a piece of advice to these optimistic people, then it would be that there were a lot of past experiences in the world that could not be overcome.

What if your own mother was human trash?

That was fine. You could manage that.

Or if your own father was a guy like trash?

You could be patient up to that as well.

But, if you were to watch your younger half-siblings tremble in fear because your own mother had slapped them, solely for the reason that they were from another mother, and your father watched idly from the side while not uttering a single word—then at that point, you could only modestly accept the truth.

That your life was shoved into dog shit.

I had vaguely assumed that my life had reached this position when I was 10 years old.

My younger half-siblings were clinging onto each other and crying. The reason was simple. My mother had cursed at them by shouting, “You dirty children of a whore!”. Of course, at that time I didn’t know what the word ‘whore’ meant. The day I discovered that the existence of a penis could be used for something other than peeing was when I was 11, thus meaning, I needed to wait 1 more year before I stepped into the world of obscenity.

I’m serious.

Even I had a time when I was pure.

Back to the story.

There was no way a 6 and 5 year-old could comprehend the word ‘whore’, when a 10-year-old couldn’t either. Except, it was obvious that the words were said with an offensive nuance. How could I tell? That was because when my mother had called them whores.

“Oh my. So you two are the children of a whore.”

She did not speak pleasantly like this, but.

“These mongrel-like whore’s children. How dare you not know your place and—!”

Instead she had exploded her anger out savagely.

Even children knew when they were not welcomed.

Regardless of being able to understand the words or not, you at least knew when the adult in front of you was trying to kill you or help you. It was especially noticeable when the adult had intensely slapped your face at the part of saying “children of a whore”.

Thus, the moment my younger half-siblings started trembling their shoulders.

The moment my younger siblings, who were laughing happily just a second ago, had muffled their crying because they were sincerely afraid that they were going to be killed,

I had the gut feeling that if I did not fix this shitty situation, then my life too would become shit.

“Father. Throw out my mother.”

“What?”

“Don’t needlessly ask back. You heard everything. Have a divorce with my mother.”

My father blinked.

Even his blinking felt like an excuse which further raised my annoyance towards him.

“……What are you saying?”

“So you’re going to keep backing out? That’s fine, I’ll use this opportunity to clearly say this now. My mother is insane. My little sisters had merely broken a ceramic cup by mistake, but do you know what my mother did?”

I slapped my own face. Hard.

Because I thought that I should show him a demonstration.

“She slapped them. Hard enough to make my siblings fall to the floor. Up to here you can still overlook her as a normal hysterical patient, but what she did next was the real problem. My mother went to get a kitchen knife and shoved it near my siblings’ faces.

“……”

“Do you understand? A kitchen knife. She showed a knife to my 5-year-old little sister. My mother is not a hysteria patient. She’s a through and through insane person. Divorce my mother immediately and kick her out of our home.”

“Son. She is still your mother.”

“I am fully aware.”

I spoke coldly.

“That’s why I’m urging you to divorce her even more. Before I further scorn the father who claimed to love that woman and made her his wife.”

“……”

“Father. You read to me quotes from Rousseau yesterday. That the difference between man and beasts was that they bore a will. You read this to me in a soft, a very soft tone. And today, I’ve discovered a beast within my mother’s face.”

“Certainly, it was effective giving you a teacher on rhetorics. Seeing that you’re a lot more eloquent than I was at your age.”

“I already realized that I was a genius when I was 6-years-old. You aren’t going to make me realize it again by complimenting me now.”

“Did you hear it as a compliment? I was scoffing.”

“Ha. You’re the one who needs to listen to the rhetorical classes, father. You don’t even know how to properly scoff at your own son and you think you’ll be able to hold onto your wife? Please do better at looking after yourself.”

“I will say it again. She’s your mother.”

My father’s voice became cold.

“For 10 months, she went through all kinds of pain holding you inside of her stomach before giving birth to you. The very first person to smile when you came to this world was your mother, the first person to cry for you when you got hurt for the first time was also your mother. Son. Know your place. How dare you say such immoral words like kicking out your own mother.”

I snickered.

“How shameless.”

“What?”

“This is not my problem. This your problem, father. Because of a single mother, 6 of your children are being abused. It’s simple math. Will you save 1, or save the other 6. Throw away irritating words like immoral. There are no humans as ethically trash as you, father. None.”

“……”

“This will be the last time that I will request something from you regarding this topic, father. For good. So give me a serious response. Will you divorce my mother?”

My father went silent.

He stayed silent for over 40 minutes.

The reason why I remembered the time exactly was because I had glared at the wristwatch my father had on. It was around the time 11am was crossing over to 12 in the afternoon.

“I can’t.”

Damn 12 in the afternoon.

Since that moment, I despised this time permanently. My habit of refusing to wake up in the morning originated from here too. I will be saying this again but. I utterly despised the morning and noon.

“……Why not?”

“Because I love your mother.”

“That is a really, immensely, disappointing answer. Then does that mean you do not love your children, father? Do you not care if your wife were to kill all of your children?”

“Yes.”

And thus I could never forget this moment.

Like a sculptor using a hammer and nail to engrave a mark on my brain.

A type of trauma was embedded.

“I love your mother that much.”

“……”

“I’m sorry, son.”

“……Just now, father.”

I gulped.

It might not have only been saliva that I had swallowed down.

“Father, you had just now lost all of my trust.”

“I know.”

“Father, you had just now ruined my life.”

“I know that as well.”

My father nodded.

“No matter what you choose, you will live a life more harsh than I.”

This damn father.

I truly detested you.

“……Let me ask one last thing. If this was a normal question…… You would obviously sacrifice 1 person for 6. That’s the kind of person you are, father. But, because of the thing so-called love, are you telling me that you’re choosing to select 1 over the 6?”

“That’s right.”

“If that love of yours, father, is only making you weak, then what is the point of love?”

My father did not answer.

It was because he could not answer.

I bit my lips and cursed.

“I feel ashamed to look at my own weak father. Do you understand? I am ashamed to death. In the end you could not choose anything, father. You really are that, that damn indecisive.”

At that time ‘damn’ was the highest level of curse that I knew.

I did not know how to use curses that were more terrible than that.

Did I not say so already?

Even I had a time when I was pure.

“Son.”

“Do not apologize. I’m not being upset at you in order to receive an apology. What could possibly change if you apologized. Just know this.”

I vowed.

A cold vow.

A clear vow.

“I will not become weak like you, father.”

“……”

“Ever.”

And.

And……

Ο

Ο

Ο

Ο

Ο

Ο

Ο

Ο

Ο

dunde2-021

▯Weakest Demon Lord, Rank 71st, Dantalian
Empire Calendar: Year 1505, Month 9, Day 20
Niflheim, Hermes’ Plaza

Ο

Slap!

In truth, it was a jaunty sound.

The sound of skin and skin colliding echoed loudly.

People must have been alarmed by the sudden powerful shockwave because they had their mouths held agape. Approximately 200 demons of various races were looking this way. In this situation, ‘this way’ very simply referred to two people.

Me.

And Lapis Lazuli.

“This one is disappointed.”

“……”

“To think that your highness was only a person of this degree.”

With an absolutely emotionless face.

But with an even colder tone, she spoke.

“If it was your highness, this one had thought that your highness would be different from the other Demon Lords. This one had hoped that your highness would display something different compared to the other people intoxicated by authority. But all this one can see before her is an incredibly fattened swine.”

I carefully felt my cheek.

It hurt.

My skin was red and swollen.

Was it not impressive?

“……Lapis Lazuli. While you are my mistress and fiancée, you are at the same time also my vassal. Midday, while in the center of the plaza, in front of hundreds of citizens, you have raised your hand at your lord. You know how much of a disloyal act this is, right?”

“Yes. This one knows.”

“Good.”

I nodded.

Be it an outcast or a half-breed, for someone like that to dare hit an inviolable Demon Lord. This alone was enough to reach top news of the year. Even the people in the plaza were looking at this with an astonished gaze.

But it was not over yet. Let me make it more enjoyable.

I decreed.

“I, Dantalian, hereby relieve you of your duties.”

“……”

“Do not appear before me again.”

Ο

Ο

Ο

On that day, a shocking news spread throughout the city.

The couple that had become the most famous in the demon world for having overcome social statuses had broken apart in 2 months.

If this wasn’t a splendid occasion, then I didn’t know what it was.

Ο


TL Note: Well, I finished reading Volume 2 in a single day. I honestly expected it to take longer, but I got way too into it. My neck hurt so much yesterday while I was reading. Obviously I can’t go lie down somewhere at work to read a book. Neck cramps also lead to a severe headache so I thought I was dying.

Anyways, I decided to just translate immediately after I finished reading(a day after). So you guys are getting this a lot faster than I originally intended.

I should also note, volume 2 is really an emotional rollercoaster. Please don’t start hating characters until you’ve read up to the last chapter! Is that a spoiler? I don’t…… think it is?

Barbatos cocorip

VOLUME 1 ILLUSTRATIONS | NEXT CHAPTER

93 thoughts on “Dungeon Defense: Volume 2 – Prologue

    1. Because hes trash dont you read? There are countless silent abusers out there in this world who just look on when her husband beat the kids, when his wife pour hot water on little children hands. There are also teachers and neighbours that see dirty and filthy kids with bruises that do not say anything “because dont want to meddle”. Principals and priests covering up sexual abuse just so the school or the church dont get a bad name.

      These are all human trash. Bystanders who look on with apathy and thinking they are “good” simply because they dont raise their own hand.

      Liked by 5 people

      1. I agree, people think that because they didn’t do the abuse they’re not at fault, but as a silent bystander you’re just as bad as the abuser.

        Like

      2. I’m surprised at how many people miss the irony of this father & son relationship, everyone has their circumstances and some day Dantalion will realise that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

        Like

  1. Dan has raised so many harem flags, the only question now is when he realizes it. But, that doesn’t mean that he’s going to be trash like his father. Having a harem is one thing. Letting one of the wives abuse the kids of the others? That’s what makes the old man trash. The bitch actually did it in front of him. He could have easily stopped it entirely by telling her that he would grow to hate her if she continued. She wouldn’t like it, but she’d quit.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s