Strongest Superhuman System - Chapter 562

Chapter 562: Lord Vanitas, The Undead
“The Angels of the Southern continent of Fregid have declared war upon us for a century, and their head general carried out a cowardly operation that led to the death of our last king. According to our tradition, we have called upon a new demon lord using the summoning ritual left to us by our ancestors. Lord Vanitas, the undead, you have been given dominion over the demons’ continent. We implore you to aid us in battle.”

Lord Vanitas, the undead?

Mark was stunned as he heard the woman say this, and he seemed to finally realize that there was something wrong with his body. Mark brought his hand up and looked at his pale, white skin that looked almost ashen. He put his hand up to his face, and even though he didn’t feel anything strange, Mark couldn’t feel any warmth from his skin either. It was as if his body was completely devoid of all its lifeblood!

Mark was also a demon. He was an undead.

Mark’s brow furrowed in shock at that moment, and he did the one thing every sane man would do. He mentally checked his little brother to see if it worked. It did, and Mark released a sigh. He was worried for a moment that his physiology was affected by the apparent lack of blood, but it wasn’t.

‘Maybe it’s not that I lack blood, it’s just not warm.’

[Comment from GoG: Oi, Mark. Since you’re going to be a demon, Freya and I figured it would be best for you to look like one. Don’t expect any undead powers or magic; you only look like them. You aren’t really one of them. And don’t send any messages back. I can’t contact you in there, and this is only a prerecorded message. Don’t you fucking dare die in there either! I’ll see you in a month.]

That shitty patron god.

Mark frowned as he read through the message from Sozin, and he couldn’t help but sigh as he accepted things as they were. Sozin sounded like a dick as always, but it was actually helpful for Mark to look like one of the demons since it would help him blend in better. However, Mark would have preferred to be part of a race that could fly! A part of Mark had always wanted to fly, and it might help him since he was fighting against Angels.

Mark shook his head and turned back to the succubus, who was once more looking up at him reverently. The second he caught her eye, a large blush rose on her cheeks, and she smiled at him. She held his gaze for a moment while licking her lips slowly before finally looking away again and speaking.

“Your magnificence is as grand as I hoped it would be, my lord. Truly, you are fitting to be the demon king.”

Mark just ignored her and glanced around the room. He was about to ask a question, but then he felt the magic circle under his feet growing warm, and he stepped to the side curiously.

‘Oh, right. The system said Freya would send someone after me.’

Mark stepped further back as the magic circle glowed once more, and everyone else in the room grew confused, watching it reactivating. The succubus was the most surprised of all since she knew that there shouldn’t have been a second summoning. The magic circle was designed in a way that it would only bring one person!

The magic circle grew blindingly bright before it slowly began to dim, revealing a figure in the light. Mark felt his mouth slowly spreading into a wide grin as more of the figure was unveiled.

Large wings, horns, and purple skin.

“Arit.”

Arit looked around the dimly lit summoning chamber with shock clearly marring her face. She looked down at herself and saw that she had appeared here the same way she went to bed—naked as the day she was born. Arit squealed, quickly covering her breasts with one hand while the other went down to cover herself below.

She turned to look at Mark, even more shocked as she took in his appearance.

“Mark!? Why do you look like that!? What is going on!?”

Mark glared at the orcs around them once he saw the state Arit was in, and they all immediately averted their eyes, sensing his aura threatening them with death if they dared to look.

“Yeah, it’s me. Come here.”

Mark quickly moved toward Arit, taking her in his arms before pulling out his [Armor of Ares] and putting it over her chest. The armor expanded across her body, forming a long, flowing white gown that covered her completely. Arit released a sigh of relief now that she wasn’t flashing everyone in the room. She finally looked around at the strange creatures, her brow furrowing in surprise as she glanced at them all, then back at Mark, curiously wondering what had happened to him.

“Mark? What happened to you? You look… different.”

Arit was obviously confused, and Mark wondered if she hadn’t been given the same orientation he received when he first came to this world. That shitty goddess could’ve at least told her what she was getting into before throwing her into a literal alternate universe.

Mark began to explain what was happening to her as simply as possible, giving her a rough breakdown so she wouldn’t be too confused. He told her they were summoned by demons to aid them in a battle against the angels who were trying to subdue them, and that this was orchestrated by his patron god. Arit’s eyes trailed over to the succubus still kneeling on the ground with confusion on her face. The succubus narrowed her eyes at Arit but quickly looked back down when Mark glanced at her as well.

Arit stepped closer to Mark, holding him possessively around the waist as she kept her eyes on the succubus. When the succubus didn’t react, Arit turned back to Mark and asked a question.

“So, you’re a demon king? Is this something normal? You just vanish and reappear in another world? Why are we doing this?”

“I’ll explain all that some other time. For now, just trust me, okay?”

Mark looked down into Arit’s eyes, making her see there was really nothing to fear as long as she trusted him. Arit was still curious about what was happening, and part of her mind wanted to ask more questions, but her heart overrode that part just from looking up at Mark and feeling the intense emotion in his eyes. Arit nodded gently, and Mark leaned down to kiss her before grinning.

Arit hummed, then turned to the side when the succubus coughed into her closed fist. Arit frowned in annoyance, and the succubus glared at her before looking back at Mark.

“My Lord, who is this woman? Is she your concubine?”

“I am his queen, you vermin.”

Arit stepped forward angrily, glaring down at the succubus like she was trash. The succubus gritted her teeth angrily before looking past Arit, and back at Mark. The succubus was stunned by Arit’s appearance. The ritual they performed was only supposed to draw one person into this world. The fact that there were two was surprising, especially since the succubus knew she hadn’t even put enough mana into the magic circle to enable the transport of a second person!

It was as if Arit appeared here through some other form of magic!