That Time Hori And Miyamura Got Reincarnated In Another World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 15: The Path Of Becoming Demon Lord

Miyamura knelt on the ground, staring at the lifeless bodies of his friends and loved ones. The weight of their loss crushed him. Hori... Benimaru... Shion... all of them, gone. His heart ached, and yet, as Milim's words echoed in his ears, a small flicker of hope ignited in the darkness.

"If you become a Demon Lord, you can bring them back... like I did once," Ramiris had said, her usual playful tone gone, replaced by a quiet seriousness.

Miyamura took a deep, trembling breath, lifting his head to look at Milim and Ramiris. "Tell me how," he whispered, his voice heavy with determination. "Tell me what I need to do."

Milim nodded, stepping forward with a grim expression. "The ritual is dangerous, Miyamura. It will require an immense amount of soul energy. You'll need to kill the enemy army that attacked Tempest and use their souls to fuel the transformation."

Miyamura stood, his face hardened with resolve. "I'll do whatever it takes."

Ramiris floated up beside him, her usual joyful manner subdued. "We'll guide you, but once you start, there's no turning back."

"I'm ready," Miyamura replied, gripping his sword tightly.

With Ranga by his side, Miyamura and Milim led the charge toward the remnants of Clayman's army. The enemy forces, still lurking in the shadows, were unprepared for the fury that was about to be unleashed upon them.

Miyamura's rage was palpable, a silent storm that burned within him as he moved with deadly precision. Every swing of his sword, every slash, was filled with a burning need for justice, for revenge. He fought like a man possessed, cutting down wave after wave of enemies, their souls rising into the air, ready to be absorbed.

Milim watched from a distance, nodding in approval as Miyamura gathered the energy necessary for the ritual. "He's got the strength," she muttered to herself, her eyes narrowed. "But this is just the beginning."

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Hours passed as the battle raged on, but eventually, Clayman's forces were no more. The battlefield was littered with the bodies of demons and monsters, their souls swirling like mist around Miyamura. He stood amidst the chaos, his body drenched in sweat and blood, his sword hanging limply in his hand.

"It's done," he panted, looking up at Milim.

Milim nodded, her face set in determination. "Now we begin the ritual."

Ramiris floated over, her small hands glowing with a faint light. "This is it, Miyamura. Once you start, your body will undergo an intense transformation. The power will be overwhelming, but you must endure."

Miyamura took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment to center himself. His thoughts drifted to Hori, to the life they had built together, to the friends they had made. He couldn't lose them. He wouldn't lose them.

"I'm ready," he said quietly.

Milim began to chant, her voice echoing across the battlefield as the souls of the slain enemies swirled around Miyamura, gathering at his feet. The energy pulsed, growing stronger and stronger until it enveloped his entire body in a brilliant light.

Miyamura clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as the power surged through him, threatening to tear him apart from the inside. The pain was unimaginable, every fiber of his being burning with the intensity of the transformation. But he endured, his mind focused on one thing: reviving the ones he loved.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the light faded, and Miyamura stood in the center of the battlefield, his body transformed. His eyes glowed with a newfound power, his aura radiating with the energy of a Demon Lord.

"It's done," Milim said softly, stepping forward. "You're a Demon Lord now, Miyamura."

But there was no time for celebration. Miyamura staggered slightly, feeling the immense weight of the energy inside him. "I... need more power to revive them," he muttered, his voice strained. "This... isn't enough."

Milim frowned, realizing that the energy from the enemy forces alone wouldn't be sufficient. "We need more... but how?"

It was then that a voice echoed from the shadows, a smooth, silky voice that sent a chill down Miyamura's spine. "Perhaps I can be of assistance."

Miyamura turned, his eyes narrowing as a figure stepped forward-a tall, elegant demon with an aura of undeniable power. His sharp eyes gleamed with amusement as he bowed slightly.

"Who... are you?" Miyamura asked, his voice tense.

The demon smiled. "My name is Noir. I am at your service, my Lord."

Milim's eyes widened. "A demon like him just showed up? You're either very lucky or very unlucky."

Noir raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to Miyamura. "I've been watching your progress, and I must say, I'm impressed. If you desire more energy, I can provide it-at a cost, of course."

Miyamura didn't hesitate. "I don't care about the cost. I'll do anything to save them."

Noir's smile widened. "Very well, then. I shall gather the energy you need."

With a snap of his fingers, Noir summoned a group of his subordinates, commanding them to gather the souls from nearby areas. The air crackled with dark energy as Diablo's minions worked swiftly, gathering the power needed for the revival.

Once the energy was collected, Diablo returned to Miyamura, bowing deeply as he offered the final surge of power. "This should be enough, my Lord."

Miyamura nodded, his hands trembling as he accepted the energy. With the combined power of the Demon Lord transformation and Diablo's contribution, he directed the energy toward the fallen, his mind focused on one goal: bringing them back.

A bright light enveloped the battlefield once more, and slowly, one by one, the bodies of his friends began to stir. Benimaru... Shion... Gobta... Ranga... all of them began to awaken, their wounds healed, their lives restored.

Finally, Hori stirred, her eyes fluttering open as Miyamura knelt beside her, tears streaming down his face. "Hori..." he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

She looked up at him, confusion and relief washing over her face. "Miyamura... what happened?"

"You're back," he breathed, pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly as the weight of everything hit him at once. "You're all back..."

But the effort had taken its toll. The energy Miyamura had used was immense, and as the last of it left him, his body collapsed, the world around him fading to black.

"Miyamura!" Hori cried, her arms wrapping around him as he fell unconscious.

Milim rushed forward, her eyes wide with concern. "He'll be okay," she assured Hori, placing a hand on her shoulder. "But he needs rest. He gave everything to save you."

Hori nodded, tears welling in her eyes as she held Miyamura close. "Thank you... for everything."

As the village slowly began to recover, the newly revived citizens of Tempest gathered around, their hearts filled with gratitude and awe for their Demon Lord, the one who had sacrificed everything to bring them back.
(After Noir give energy to Miyamura, he became impressed and give a new name to Noir which is Diablo)

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End of Chapter 15