Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!
Chapter 162: Catastrophe Witch

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Catastrophe Witch

Three meters below the Hani Maze, another maze exists.

The Magic Hall, this maze to date has been constructed only on two levels, with no way to further expand a third.

A curvaceous female magician lay powerlessly on the bed of the last floor, her hair as black as the night sprawled fully across the bed, the neckline of her purple-blue dress casually slipping off her shoulders, utterly devoid of any energy.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to muster the energy, but as the manager of the Underground Maze and also the ultimate boss, Misha had really tried her best.

When she awoke from her prolonged slumber, Misha too thought she could easily complete her task.

Simply construct the Underground Maze and then wait for the adventurers to come and complete their strategy, but she never imagined that things would turn out this way.

All of this, in the end, was the fault of those strange demons that she had never seen before.

Originally, when Misha knew that the maze she was to build was beneath another maze, a relaxed smile appeared on her face, for a common maze was a mere trifle to her, known as the once-in-a-millennium genius of the world of magic.

Having an existing maze would also save a great deal of time in structuring the maze, enabling her to complete her task sooner and return to where she belonged.

However, Misha could have never expected that those clay-like demons could be completely immune to her magic.

This completely thwarted Misha’s plan to clear the underground city and construct the Underground Maze on top of it.

Demons immune to magic were unheard of—were they a new breed that had sprung up over these hundreds of years? Had these demons discovered the abandoned Underground Maze, occupied it, and made it their home?

Whether so or not, these demons were completely immune to magic, and she, as a magician, had no way of dealing with them. She could only continue observing these demons’ movements, praying that adventurers would discover these odd creatures, and drive them out completely.

Of course, all of this was just Misha’s wishful thinking.

In her lifetime, she had interacted with many adventurers and knew all too well that adventurers were creatures driven by interest; without sufficient interest to move them, they rarely took initiative.

These creatures that had emerged from who knows where, after a fight or two, were known not to be creatures of the underground city, not dropping any Gold Coins or Equipment, naturally lacking any appeal to adventurers.

Moreover, as these demons only lingered in the Underground Maze, nobody could expect them to go out and cause disturbances, leading to the military dispatching troops to subjugate them.

Misha had also tried to let magic infiltrate the Hani Maze, monitoring Hani’s every move to find an opening, but all she could see were aimless, Hani wandering like ancient mechanical soldiers.

After multiple failed attempts to drive out the Hani, Misha was on the brink of collapse and ultimately gave up.

She retracted all the magic spread throughout the Hani Maze, setting up a Barrier only on the last layer of the Hani Maze.

As long as the last layer’s leader-like Hani were defeated or left, all the Hani would depart.

Thinking this, Misha no longer concerned herself with the affairs of the Hani Maze, spending her time alone on the last layer of the Underground Maze, doing her utmost to pass the time.

What she did most was lie on the bed, reminiscing about the times she ventured with the Hero and other companions.

That was also the sweetest memory in her recollections.

Unfortunately, that sweet memory did not last forever.

After the Hero defeated the Demon King, the world did not become peaceful as imagined.

She didn’t even know when she began to be called the Catastrophe Witch.

In order to defeat the Demon King and his Four Heavenly Kings, Misha used forbidden moves over and over, which led to her being abandoned by the gods, entangled in misfortune.

The only bit of Luck was that this misfortune would not spread to others.

However, some people took it for granted that all their misfortune was brought by Misha, calling her the Catastrophe Witch every day.

At first, Misha didn’t care about the title, but as fate would have it, it turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy.

After that, she indeed did things that only a witch would do.

To say it was against her will was just an excuse.

Later on.

She, who once was a companion of the Hero, was killed by the very Hero who had been her ally.

At that time, she had no complaints, and even felt honored to die at the hands of the Hero.

To die by the Hero’s hand meant that she truly was irredeemably wicked.

Being slain by the Hero was also a kind of redemption.

Thinking this way, she fell into a deep slumber, never expecting that many years after her death, the Hero who had killed her would resurrect her soul from the underworld using forbidden magic, assigning her a task.

She didn’t refuse.

Looking at the Hero, who now was feeble with age, she could no longer see the radiant glory of the Hero of yesteryear, only an old man stripped bare by the years.

Misha’s heart went out to him, accepting the Hero’s request, willing to become both the final boss and the manager of the Hero‐crafted Underground Maze.

Holding these two roles was, in a way, the Hero’s acknowledgment of her capabilities.

The Hero’s intentions, Misha actually knew very little of.

But this didn’t prevent Misha from merging with the maze, knowing how to operate and build it, knowing what monsters to place in what locations.

Unfortunately, now she didn’t know where to begin.

"If only Scarjade were here, that Nine-Life Cat Demon would definitely come up with a method to drive away all these demons. But in the end, perhaps it’s just my own bad luck, encountering such a nemesis.

Does the side effect of using forbidden magic accompany the soul for a lifetime? I wonder if it will affect the luck of reincarnation too, if the reincarnated me is too unlucky, I’d really be sorry.

Who would call me the Catastrophe Witch?

Without causing any calamities, perhaps the only option is to lie in bed like this."

Self-deprecating while lying in bed, suddenly, an electric current ran through Misha, and she opened her eyes incredulously, her purple pupils shining brightly.

She stood up from the bed, her black hair rising and forming a black river, without any manipulation, a shadowy figure appeared in front of her, akin to a black hole, projecting the layout of the entire Eighth Floor of the Hani Maze.

The crimson Hani that had been quietly wielding a large sword on the Eighth Floor was gone, silently vanished without a trace.

"What happened while I was lost in thought? Where on earth did that Hani go?"

Casting magic upwards, the black-hole-like Peeping Mirror spell revealed the seventh floor’s situation.

There, a young boy and the crimson Hani appeared to be performing some kind of ritual, smearing a sticky white substance onto each Hani.

Suddenly, as if having an epiphany, the Hanis joined the ranks of the boy and the crimson Hani without hesitation.