Chapter 9: The Demon King of Diaboliculs
The battlefield trembled.
Two identical figures blurred across the broken field, each movement faster than light, their afterimages colliding like storms made of flesh and rage. Every impact split the air into waves of distorted sound; lightning bolts formed from sheer friction of speed.
Kelvin and his clone — the same face, the same eyes, but entirely different persons— crashed into each other like twin gods fallen to earth.
"SWAP—!" Kelvin growled, his veins glowing blue as his Stat Swap ability triggered again. Strength and Agility exchanged, surging through his body like liquid fire. His muscles tightened, veins bulged, and the ground beneath him shattered from the force of his sprint.
His clone did the same.
They vanished — flash! — and reappeared mid-air, fists colliding so hard that sparks turned into fire. Kelvin ducked under a kick, twisted, and slammed his knee into the clone's ribs, the sound echoing like thunder. The clone barely flinched — it countered instantly, an elbow across Kelvin's jaw, a kick to his abdomen, then an uppercut that sent Kelvin spiraling through the sky.
Kelvin crashed through a crumbling wall, his body bouncing off a slab of broken rock. The shock rippled through him, making his vision shake.
"Damn it… I'm losing too much energy."
He barely had time to think before the clone was already there. Its eyes glowed red, cold and mechanical, mirroring Kelvin's own when he was at his peak — but this version of him was pure, unexhausted perfection. It was Kelvin without the fatigue, without hesitation, without humanity and ready to kill.
The two charged again.
The world became a blur of blue and red light as they fought, the earth quaking beneath their feet. Every exchange was a gamble with death — fists of raw aura slashing through the air, pebbles floating as gravity itself distorted under their combined power.
Four minutes of chaos.
Then — a metallic ping from the system echoed in Kelvin's head.
[WARNING!]
Stat Swap is now in COOLDOWN. (30 minutes remaining.)
Kelvin froze mid-step, dread slicing through his heart. His movements instantly slowed — that single second of hesitation cost him everything.
The clone saw it. It smiled.
Kelvin didn't even see the first hit — a fist to his gut that made him cough blood; then another across his face that broke three teeth. The clone grabbed him by the neck and slammed him to the ground.
Kelvin felt his bones crack. Pain screamed through every nerve.
"Damn it…" he hissed, coughing blood. His vision blurred, the red tint of the System flickering in front of his eyes.
[ STATUS WINDOW ]
[ NAME: KELVIN {( LEVEL 4 )} ]
2500🌕 | 💎360 | 🏆2
╠═════════ STATS ══════════╣
STR — 3710 → 1800
AGI — 5089 → 3790
STA — 3899 → 2490(-1860)
DUR — 3405 → 2345(-2006)
INT — 1166 → 468(-49)
PER — 1588 → 500(-360)
WILL — 4694 → 3800(-950)
VIT — 1349 → 1230(-888)
TALENT — (🔒)
╚══════════════════════╝
Stat Swap (LOCKED: 30:00 cooldown)
Kelvin's throat went dry.
He wasn't just weaker — he was losing stats permanently. His fight against the hive mind battle earlier had permanently burned away a portion of his core stats. The System wasn't supposed to allow that. He was disintegrating from the inside.
If this keeps up… my base stats will collapse entirely.
The clone slammed him again, cracking his shoulder. Kelvin howled. He tried to counter with a spinning kick — missed. The clone ducked, swept his leg, and drove an elbow down onto Kelvin's chest.
"Arghhh!" he screamed, coughing blood into the dust.
Then the clone's voice cold,
emotionless
whispered in his ear.
"Weakness disgusts me."
Kelvin's pupils shrank. He swung blindly, hitting nothing. The clone grabbed his arm and twisted — crack! — breaking it backward.
He fell to the ground, gasping. Every breath was knives.
"This…" he panted, "...isn't fair."
The clone didn't answer. It simply raised its hand and whispered 50% of all stats to strength — and brought it down like a sword. Kelvin barely rolled aside, the strike cutting deep into the earth, splitting stone like water.
He couldn't keep up. Not at this level. Not with half his stats gone.
The System kept screaming in his head.
[ALERT!]
[Critical injury detected. Stamina nearing zero.]
[Defensive instincts failing].
Then new text flashed violently:
[RECOMMENDATION!]
[Suggested temporary skills:
• "Stone Guard" — Increase defense by 10% for 5 minutes (cost: 200💎).
• "Adrenaline Rush" — Restores 5% Stamina instantly (cost: 360💎).
• "Last Stand" — Increase damage output by 8% under 10% HP (cost: 300💎).]
Kelvin laughed bitterly through the blood. "Cheap… useless crap."
He spat red into the dirt, blinking through tears. He could barely feel his left arm. The clone was coming again — slow, deliberate, enjoying every moment.
"If not for this stupid interference from those alien bastards, Kelvin thought, I would've beaten the damn Bee Queen that was supposed to be the actual boss for this level, ... but now? Now I'm fighting myself at full strength and bloodlusted when I can barely stand!"
The aliens were watching, of course. They always were.
Up in their celestial control room — a cathedral made of silver and glass — two Admins leaned forward over a massive floating hologram that displayed the battle in real-time.
One of them, a pale-skinned female with bug eyes, laughed softly.
"I told you," she said. "Humans are beautifully interesting when they're desperate."
The male Admin beside her frowned. "I highly doubt he will make it out of this one this time and I hope you don't interfere again this time . If he dies now, the entire observation will be pointless for you and not for me."
"Then let him die. That's part of the experiment."
Back below, the clone struck again. Kelvin barely blocked it with his broken arm — pain exploded up his side. He stumbled back, every muscle screaming for rest. The clone dashed in, hitting him again, again, again — until Kelvin's vision went black.
The last blow sent him through the ground into an underground cavern — a small dungeon chamber filled with jagged stone and flickering red light from the energy fractures above.
Kelvin hit the floor hard, gasping. He couldn't even use stats swap now of all time.The clone followed him down, landing silently.
It was relentless. Unmerciful. Like a god punishing its own reflection.
He could hear the Admins laughing faintly in the sky — through the static in his head. Something inside him snapped.
"Shut… the hell up!" Kelvin screamed at nothing, his voice cracking.
He dragged himself to his knees. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth , falling into the dirt as he slowly heal .
"Think. THINK! What can I do?"
His brain raced. His stats were down. Swap was locked. Diamonds weren't enough. He couldn't buy an ability good enough to matter. Even if he begged the Admins for help, they will put him in debt: their dirty little way of fully controlling a players soul.
"Beg them?" he thought bitterly. "No. Never again."
Fury replaced fear. He clenched his fists, his eyes flickering with black aura.
"I'd rather die than be in debt to those bastards…"
Then his eyes widened — a memory flashed in his mind: a fragment of his Title system, an unused condition he'd once seen but ignored.
Title Condition:
Perform an act so vile, unpredictable, or humiliating in battle that even the Admins hesitate to label it.
Reward: Title – "Demon King of Diaboliculs"
Kelvin exhaled shakily. "...No way. No damn way."
He looked up at his clone. "I really don't want to do this," he muttered, almost to himself. "But this is the only way."
The clone rushed at him, aura blazing. Kelvin didn't move. He absorbed the punches, letting his body become the shield — letting his Durability stat climb as he funneled all his remaining will power into it. The hits didn't stop; bones cracked, ribs broke, but he endured.
Then — the moment came. The clone got close, overconfident.
Kelvin grabbed its head with both hands — one on each side of its skull — and smirked.
Everyone watching froze.
Instead of punching,
Kelvin leaned forward and kissed his clone directly on the lips.
The universe itself seemed to pause.
Up in the control room, the female Admin dropped her drink. "...What the actual f—?!"
The male Admin stared. "Is he— Is he kissing himself?!"
"Is that even allowed?!"
"Is that what humans do"
Below, a new notification appeared.
> [SYSTEM NOTICE!]
You have fulfilled an unprecedented condition.
Title Acquired: Demon King of Diaboliculs 👑🔥
Reward: 10💎 for every act of insanity or humiliation performed mid-battle.
Kelvin exhaled slowly, his lips bloody, his face twisted in grim determination. "Don't look at me like that," he muttered. "There's no one here but me, my clone, and those bastard spectators. I'll do whatever it takes."
The clone's eyes flickered in confusion — its AI momentarily frozen, unsure how to interpret the action.
Kelvin smirked. "Analysis this, you perfect copy."
Then he moved.
His knee shot upward — directly into the clone's groin.
The clone's entire body jerked, its expression blanking as the System chimed again.
[Demon King of Diaboliculus]
Reward: +10💎 for humiliating /vile act performed.
Total: +20💎 earned.
Kelvin coughed blood and laughed. "You like that, huh? Want another?"
The clone snarled and rushed forward, but Kelvin was ready. He sidestepped, grabbed the clone's arm and head, and bit down hard on the clones ears tearing through flesh until blood filled his mouth.
[+10💎 earned for unexpected savagery.]
The Admins' room erupted.
"What the hell is wrong with this human?!"
"Did he just bite his own clone?!"
"He's not fighting — he's unhinged!"
But the System didn't care. It kept rewarding him. The more insane his actions, the more Diamonds he got. Kelvin's mind burned with clarity — madness and strategy fusing together.
"He tore at the clone's throat with his teeth. Another +10.
He clawed its face. +10 more.
Then he screamed into the cavern, every vein glowing red. "You think you can break me?! I'll break the f***ing System!"
The Admins watched in stunned silence. Even the female one stopped laughing.
This wasn't desperation anymore — it was diabolical.
Kelvin's Diamond count climbed. 170... 180... 190... each insane act feeding his war chest.
The clone, enraged, went feral — slamming Kelvin through walls, clawing at his face. But Kelvin no longer cared about pain. He'd stopped fighting to win; now he fought to defy.
He kept earning rewards until his body was drenched in blood and his Diamond balance hit 220.
Then he grinned through broken teeth.
"If I don't do this I won't be able to get the one ability that can increase my chances of winning ."
The clone got even more mad and...