I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

“Fire…”

A flash of red crossed Seven Rivers' robe as he used his fingertip to pick off a shadow and flick it into the candlelight on the wall.

Fragments of shattered shadows, like scattered dust, quickly entered every candlestick in the lounge, merging into one.

“Wind…”

Gray flashed, carried by the shadow dust, merging into the air.

“Ice…”

“Lightning…”

“Earth…”

“Light…”

Several colors flashed continuously on this ninth-level Archmage of Elements as shadows silently fluttered within the lounge, then spread to every corner of the arena.

Seven Rivers was furious.

Only the dwarven artisans skilled in forging were forcibly kept far from the furnace, forced to endure the endless roasting.

The monsters turned their heads together, only then seeing Seven Rivers hiding behind the One-Legged Monster's heel.

“Their clan is very large, woof, so don't provoke them again, woof!” the Dog Monster warned.

The Arena King had not yet announced today's battle rules, so the gladiators who came to sign up defaulted to the same as yesterday.

And Seven Rivers, hearing this, finally shifted his gaze from the candlelight to the White Devil's body.

“I've walked through several lounges, and the only ones who can survive are him, and that undertaker over there…” The White Devil's tail swayed toward an undertaker by the window.

Light was also an element controlled by Seven Rivers, and the White Devil had already smelled its scent from his brief use.

Surrounded by several monsters, Seven Rivers had no presence, not even attracting the attention of the Dog Monster.

“Get lost.” Seeing the White Devil still staring at him, Seven Rivers gave his reply.

The demon's face was sharp and narrow, no less so than the pointy-chinned Ami Monster.

Until the arrival of the Red Hour.

If he wasn't afraid that making a move now would scare them away, where would Seven Rivers have the patience to hide in this dark corner?

“Tonight, you will not sleep—indulge in slaughter—”

The shadow was too subtle to detect, and the Dog Monster twitched its nose, not paying attention.

“If you can survive and become a true gladiator, you can find a mate, woof!” The Dog Monster wagged its tail.

The monsters were embarrassed.

Seven Rivers looked at the White Devil, then at the undertaker, and the white on his robe suddenly deepened.

Even the demons were unwilling to have too much contact with the White Devil.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the White Devil, from the Mouth of the Abyss, resurrected because of the collapse of faith…” The White Devil stated its origins, but Seven Rivers still ignored it.

Realizing that an excessive scale of magic power might be detected by those demon princes, Seven Rivers forcibly suppressed the disgusting and nauseating feeling, signaling the White Devil to get lost.

Seven Rivers stepped onto the barren earth along another gladiator's shadow, finally seeing the Arena King he had longed to see.

Seven Rivers' shadow spread along the ground, first locating the Shadow Demon, Norrell Moore.

“We can see their heroic figures in battle!” The Headless Monster looked somewhat cross-eyed at the domino in the center of its chest; the eyes on its pectoral muscles were very comical.

Seven Rivers tightly gripped the dark star mark on the lining of his robe, suppressing the urge to wipe out all the demons in the arena, and retreated into the shadows behind the four wax figures, continuing to scatter shadow dust.

There were even rumors that the White Devil was originally a plague.

“Good evening—Chaos Continent—”

It was chatting with the Headless Monster next to it about a domino.

Only the coffin lid of the undertaker by the window was slightly pried open.

It had two goat horns on its head, a slender body, pale muscles, and bone wings and a bone tail on its back; its entire body was like a brand new white candle.

The monsters' expressions froze, and they died in the lounge; meanwhile, the other demons were discussing the Red Hour battles with enthusiasm, not even noticing the monsters' deaths.

Among the monsters, the Headless Monster was the most cold-resistant, but it couldn't withstand the temperature changes in the Upper City.

“Really not going to?” The White Devil had a look of mischievous success on its face, seemingly not caring much whether Seven Rivers wanted to team up with it.

Seven Rivers had come this time to tear down the Demon King's City and completely eliminate this filthy place where demons bred.

“Who cares about a mate in the Demon Cocoon?” The Headless Monster shook its body, equivalent to shaking its head. “The Underground City is too cold for me now; even I can't stand it, so it's better to come out and mess around.”

“Let's form a demon butt; we're not the strongest team!” The Headless Monster had no head, so saying such a thing was reasonable.

“The arena has Winnie, and vampires, and me…” As the White Devil turned away, it still said to Seven Rivers earnestly, “You have to be careful…”

To actually be invited to team up by a White Devil?

The One-Legged Monster's smell was actually very pungent.

“Team up?” The White Devil's slender tail swayed.

The Dog Monster was a monster with a strong spirit of cooperation. It looked around the entire lounge, trying to find some powerful guys to team up with to increase its chances of survival.

The door to the lounge opened, and lightning flashed on the barren earth inside, a grand occasion like never before.

The White Devil talked to itself, not hearing the dog's barking: “We are the opposite of the Holy Light, and I sense the Holy Light on you… That's not common in the Demon King's City…”

“Want to team up?” The White Devil spoke to the monsters, its voice slender, like some kind of thin string repeatedly snapping.

When the expeditionary force set out, the furnace in the Underground City had already been activated, and the temperature at that time was quite suitable for the Headless Monster to live in; but with Mephistopheles' return to the city, the Mouth of the Abyss was spreading to the Underground City, causing the monsters to flee everywhere.

The undertaker carried a coffin, and what was lying inside the coffin was unknown.

At this time, Seven Rivers was sitting next to them, scattering shadow dust everywhere, so not hearing the monsters' conversation was impossible.

But in reality, the White Devil's eyes were staring at Seven Rivers, who was hidden among the monsters.

“Achoo!” A Dog Monster sneezed, rubbed its nose, and twisted out a little bit of shadow.

“Can we survive, woof? Do we need to team up with someone, woof?”

It smelled itself, and then smelled the other monsters, but didn't smell any Holy Light?

Next to the Dog Monster and the Headless Monster, there were eight other monsters clustered together, agreeing—they were monsters who had grown up together, and their relationship was very good, but unfortunately, they had chosen the wrong leader.

“Woof?” The Dog Monster didn't understand.

“According to yesterday's opening battle order, the first match is a survival battle, woof…”

Seven Rivers ignored it, as if he couldn't hear.

“Can you say it again, woof? See what?” The Dog Monster nudged the domino on the Headless Monster's body with its nose.

But just as the monsters were whispering to each other, making absurd remarks about the domino, suddenly a demon with a pure white body walked up to the monsters.

“White Devil, what are you doing here, woof?” The Dog Monster recognized the demon's origins, perked up its ears, and sat up, becoming vigilant.

What backside of faith, what Holy Light, what resurrected demon…

The domino was pierced by a severed intestine and slung across the Headless Monster's shoulders, but because it had no head, the Headless Monster had to clamp it tightly with its armpit.

“Woof!” The Dog Monster was completely unable to understand the development of the situation and slowed down a bit when making way for the White Devil.

Then it and its monster companions were touched by the White Devil's tail and infected into four morbid wax figures.