The Dungeon Master Alliance [1]

My eyes were closed, constantly pouring my magic around my body, using the method I had been trying to perfect since discovering magic in this world.

Muru's hand gently held my fingers, allowing me to feel her slightly trembling body; I felt her worry and uncertainty.

"Worry not Muru. I could imagine nobody but you beside me for this moment."

"Am I alright... Shouldn't the more glamorous Sophia or the Paladin suit an event better than Muru? All I can do is eat and enjoy the good food. I do not know wine..."

A slight tingle pricked my flesh as the blue and purple luminescent lights surrounded our bodies, twirling like petals in a summer storm as they wonderfully intermingled with merging colours.

"Muru, you don't have to be fancy nor know good wine. I want you to be Muru and stand beside me until the end."

Before we were transported, I leaned close to her beautiful olive face and kissed her soft, glossy lips again. She smelt faintly of roses and cherries, her essence filling me with a refreshing, lucid serenity. Her cheeks dyed a romantic colour, resembling a coral flower in full bloom.

"Nnnph...."

When our tongues touched, I felt strange as our bodies seemed to vanish and enter a completely dark space. Sound and the outside dissipated into the ether, yet her delicious kisses further filled my excitement and curiosity.

I gently bit her juicy, moistened lips, her delicate groans leaking slightly between saliva moans, intoxicating me. Muru squirmed momentarily before the realisation that the sound had vanished filled her reasoning with something similar to suspenseful knowledge, just like mine.

We both continued to enjoy our passionate kiss, even as the surroundings began to glow with a beautiful violet colour before the welcoming room appeared, red wallpaper, expensive furniture, exquisite magic patterns and glamorous tapestry greeting us.

The divine smell of fresh cuisine from countless kingdoms, complementing the roasted meat, fresh apples and grapes, released a curious mana-rich air in the initial moments.

I looked at Muru, ignoring the strange looks from the greeting nobles and servants—seeing a goblin being embraced and kissed by myself might look amusing or strange until they realised it was me.

However, to me, Muru was a beautiful woman. I came to this world as a thief, stealing this body, so what right do I have to judge her for being born a goblin?

I found her beautiful and charming as she was—anyone who didn't was insane. Besides the outside beauty, her honesty and loving behaviour made Muru special, leagues above the fake serpents wearing golden angelic snakeskins with their rotten insides and deadly plots.

"If it isn't Asmodeus!" A gaudy voice sounded, but I didn't recognise it and instead continued to guide Muru using the memories of the previous Asomodeus around the entrance, the decorations and their history. Seeing her eyes light up made me feel warmth in this cold chest that felt the hidden feelings and atmosphere in the meeting.

Deciete, hatred, mockery, jealousy, this place was not the bright and shining party he wished Muru to see.

A den of snakes and spiders lying bare, waiting for a small stumble so they could devour or deceive whoever fell and swallow them who dared to earn their spite or a suitable pawn for their goals.

How many throughout history died in such meetings? I didn't intend for Muru to suffer politics or dishes: unnecessary dirt belonged to Sophia, Verita and myself.

"Did he just ignore lord Valsef?" A voice croaked like a disgusting frog crushed underfoot.

"True... despite always losing like a useless insect, he greeted his lesser with such a warm welcome."

"It's about time the bottom dungeon seat changed hands..."

Many hated me, well, the previous simp Asmodeus who was busy chasing Mercedes, Sophia and Sitri's asses. I was different. One day, they would offer their ass to me, parting their cheeks to reveal the sticky wet lips begging for my tongue, cock or whip.

I am a human who fell to hell and became a devil, superior and worthy compared to the stuck demons trapped here after their thirst, pleasure and ambition became locked like beasts in maidenly obstacles wearing fake whorish noble skin pretending everything matches on the inside.

There's a simple system—do not bully the innocent Muru and ensure profits.

Eventually, we found Table 26 near the back, Luxhaus and Svarburg happily drinking alcohol, cakes and handsome demi-human boys and females following their butts, waiting for crumbs of the legendary teachers Samarin trained flesh.

They saw me and Muru approach and stood to bow grandiosely before greeting me with sparkling, welcoming smiles that looked reminiscent of glittering metal blades covered in beautiful frost, hiding a clear, corrupted desire to usurp my throne and kill me where I stood.

Greed is truly a frightening motivation.

"A-s-m-o-d-e-u-s!" The gaudy voice sounded once more... This time, I remembered it from my memory.

Ah... So he came to cause trouble as always.

I held the soft hips of Muru as we turned around slowly, Muru nervously trying to appear composed and herself blushingly appearing to stand by my side, peeking furtively behind me to gauge reactions before her eyes became strange... She noticed his blatant disrespect and disdain for me, as her dark blue eyes were those she made when becoming a little yandere.

This proud behaviour shouted someone's name and expected formal greetings as equals. Truly thinking through lies resulted in stupidity, achieving nothing should cruelty be allowed its wheel.

He arrogantly guffawed and smiled animatedly, as if his ass enjoyed my reaction, approaching my body while easily dismissing Muru as garbage.

Oh lord Asmodeus, you Beta failure, I will use your name, body and soul to rise from the dirt and take my place on the centre stage. These fools treat me like a clown; thus, my circus awaits your funny ignorant morons' fall.

I shall finally get the performance to make them gasp; they enjoy watching my suffering...

Then how will they react to my rise?

"Valsef, that's Duke Asmodeus to you. Now then, what do you want?"

I replied lazily and ignored him, guiding Muru towards Luxhaus and Svarburg, politely asking them to move their chairs to the front beside the table. They understood immediately and nodded, their mischievous, sly grins telling me of their enjoyment of watching me or Valsef squirming.

Valsef froze when I completely ignored him, arrogantly puffing his chest, expecting me to obediently serve and lick his boots like the previous Asmodeus, a useless beta worm who was too obsessed with women who used him like a dog.

I will make each of those women my faithful bitches, only as an offering to his parted soul, now devoured by my own.

A failure of a devil, his soul losing to a human.

"Muru, sit down and enjoy the food. I must deal with a rabid dog— watch how wonderful your Master is."

I whispered to her ear and kissed her juicy lips before confidently walking away with Valsef, ignoring his arrogant strutting and his minions surrounding us, waiting for their chance to bite me.

"Mmm."

My ears picked up Muru's cute sound—I could feel her confidence in me. Was it the way I spoke, the kiss or the fact she knew of my hard work since the moment I came to this damned world?

"You dare to ask me, a Count, to speak to you, a fallen Duke respectfully? You have no followers—your people have abandoned your name and turned to new pastures! The Sixty-Ninth Dungeon Master is merely a joke, hahaha! You even bring a filthy... gob---"

Ah...

I didn't want to kill tonight.

My hand pulled off the white glove upon my hand, slapping the mouth of Valsef so hard that his teeth shattered; ah... forgive me, I used the back of my fist. That was not part of duelling etiquette, right...

"I challenge you, Valsef of the Sixty-Fifth seat, to a duel of dominance."

When my calm, charming voice sounded, I used magic to enhance its tone and volume so the entire venue heard my challenge.

I felt euphoric as they all looked at me, some shocked, others gloating. It made me feel so wonderful to have their eyes on me alone, as the words dominance carried a significant meaning in the Dungeon Master Alliance.

It was a battle to the death, and the loser would be replaced while all their DP and units would be sold off as slaves, offered to the winner, and then to the other masters.

I wanted his current advisor, a smart woman and his blood sister to serve me.

"Are you sane, Asmodeus!?"

Valsef roared angrily, his face burning a vivid red before his hateful eyes looked at Muru.

"You have even gone crazy and brought a filthy goblin woman, yet you dare challenge me!? Fine, I will kill you and take her to become my pet! I will flay the goblin slut daily, then make wolves violate her foul body!"

The arrogance, the ignorance, the stupidity—they truly thought I was a clown dancing for their amusement.

I smirked, making Valsef freeze as his instincts seemed to tell him something was wrong, that he was being played.

"I accept, Valsef, of the Sixty-Fifth seat. Prepare your coffin: tonight, I will make your sister my bitch and show the Alliance of Dungeon Masters, sitting like a group of pigs and dogs, feasting upon each other, why I rose from the dirt and challenged you."

"Hahahahahaha!"

My laughter resounded throughout the venue, and Valsef paled as he realised my words, meaning, and the crowd's reaction.