The Daily Life of the Demon King-Chapter 310: Arrival on the Island and an Unexpected Encounter"

"Sir, an aircraft carrier has been detected within the island's perimeter," the man blurted out.

"I've already seen it," Wesker replied calmly, his voice icy. "Anything else?"

"Should we take action? Sink it?" the soldier asked hesitantly, avoiding direct eye contact.

Wesker paused for a moment before replying:

"There's no need. If the research material has come to us on its own—it only makes our job easier. Each day, it becomes harder to find suitable test subjects…"

He fell silent, staring back at the screen. His face showed neither joy nor anger—only cold calculation. He could feel Fate making its next move. And he was ready to respond.

The man silently nodded and, trying not to linger a second longer, left Wesker's office. Remaining in the same room with that man felt like being next to a predator, ready to tear you apart at any moment.

Even beyond the door, the fear didn't leave him. Practically running, he rushed to carry out the order—preparing everyone to meet the unknown guests arriving on the aircraft carrier. Meanwhile, a heavy silence settled over Wesker's office. His face twisted with pure contempt.

To him, all those who followed him willingly were nothing more than pawns. Useful, convenient, but disposable the moment it suited him. Their worth was only in how much closer they brought him to his goal.

Wesker's gaze returned to the monitor displaying the aircraft carrier. His eyes scanned every inch of the approaching target with unwavering attention. But suddenly, a burst of fire shattered the silence—revealing a figure within the flames.

He knew who it was. A being whose presence in this world was only possible because Wesker himself had once opened the gate. Emerging from the fiery haze was the figure of one of the three Priests of the Inferno—Deag Nilox.

A dried, mummified body encased in grim, dark green armor with golden trim, adorned with skulls and a tattered robe. A twisted crown rested on his head, and he held a staff topped with a lopsided horn. But behind all the grandeur lurked nothing but revulsion.

"What brings you here, priest?" Wesker asked coldly, not rising from his chair.

"Do not forget your place, mortal," Nilox sneered. "The power you were given can be taken just as easily."

Wesker's eyes flared crimson. In the blink of an eye, he vanished—and in the next second, his iron grip closed around the priest's throat, lifting him into the air. Wesker's face contorted in rage.

"Don't forget who let you into this world," he hissed through clenched teeth. "You're nothing but a messenger dog. All your pompous words are just an attempt to seem important. Without your master, you are nothing. A pathetic traitor who sold out his people and doomed them to burn. If not for your master's protection, you'd have already rotted at the hands of the very monster whose name you're too afraid to speak."

He tightened his grip, and the priest's rasping grew louder. Only after a moment did Wesker release him, instantly reappearing in his chair. Nilox staggered, gasping for breath, one hand clutching his throat. The fury in his gaze was nearly tangible.

He knew—Wesker had spoken of that creature. The one that made even the depths of the Inferno tremble. The monster who had rejected the Dark Lord's gift and now hunted his servants with unrelenting fury. Not a single Chosen, blessed with infernal power, had survived an encounter with him. He knew no exhaustion, felt no fear, and spared none of the demonic kin. Even when he was imprisoned in the Sanctuary of Kadingir, he broke free—and continued his bloody crusade.

Even the Dark Lord himself did not seek an encounter with that demon slayer.

"Speak. Why have you come, priest?" Wesker asked coldly, catching the hostile look.

"Kill the false savior. Kill him before he becomes another monster. He interferes with our Lord's design," Nilox rasped, eyes locked on Wesker.

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"Hm… So you're already afraid of his potential," Wesker replied mockingly, the contempt in his voice impossible to miss.

"Do not meddle in what you were not commanded to do. You accepted our Lord's power—now you are bound to his will. The false savior must be destroyed before the Gate to the Arrival is opened."

Wesker smirked.

"Don't tell me what to do. But don't worry... That 'savior' will die anyway. He came right to my doorstep."

He once again shifted his gaze to the screen, where the target was displayed, as if he had already mentally passed judgment.

Deag Nilox didn't say anything more. He threw a final glance full of contempt and rage at Wesker, then vanished in a blaze of flame.

Wesker didn't even react to his disappearance — he continued to watch the screen, where the image of the aircraft carrier approaching the island was displayed. On the bow of the ship stood the very man he had just spoken about with Deag.

Wesker squinted and zoomed in on the image. The silhouette of Alex, moving forward, became clearly visible. And at the moment when the camera zoomed in close enough to make out his face, Alex seemed to sense the surveillance — he turned and stared directly into the hidden camera. Wesker felt as though Alex could see him. He stared into his rainbow-colored eyes, which held something eerily calm and cold.

Alex's lips began to move. Wesker, instantly reading the movement, understood:

"I've come for you."

A cold, contemptuous smirk appeared on Wesker's lips.

"Let's see how you do this..." he said, watching the image.

Alex stood at the bow of the aircraft carrier, feeling a gaze that seemed to pierce him through. He knew who it was. Only one person could track him with such obsession.

His eyes were fixed on the island, where the abandoned Evil Corporation laboratory was located. The tall building, rising in the center, loomed darkly over the entire area. Alex even thought that it looked more like Azkaban than a laboratory. It practically radiated despair.

"How long are you going to keep staring at that island? Maybe you should start preparing?" came the voice of Revi, who had approached him.

"Just one persistent guy can't seem to tear his gaze away from me," Alex smirked, turning to her.

"And who might that be?" Revi stood beside him, crossing her arms.

She wasn't even surprised. With the kind of power he had, it would be strange not to feel the surveillance. Alex smiled slightly and once again shifted his gaze to the building. His attention was drawn to the very top of the tower, where he could sense the source of the heavy, demonic aura.

He was almost certain — Wesker was involved in how Davot had gained access to this universe. After all, besides him, there weren't many who would have the necessary knowledge and ambition. The second possible candidate was the Minister of Monoliths, but Alex doubted it: that one was too protective of his own turf.

"It's him. We're here because of him," Alex said with a slight smirk.

"So Wesker has already noticed us..." Ada commented after hearing part of the conversation. "That's not good."

"We would have been noticed anyway," Alex explained calmly. "The entire island is covered with hidden cameras. Even if we'd landed secretly, the moment we stepped ashore, we'd have been tracked."

"Alex is right," confirmed White, walking up to them. "The island is equipped so that no one can get through unnoticed."

Alex nodded. He thought about what happened to those who accidentally ended up here... And it wasn't hard to guess. Most likely, they were used as test subjects in horrific experiments.

He closed his eyes and focused, shifting his perception. The world around him darkened, and clouds of black miasma rose above the island — the embodiment of suffering, pain, and despair. They swirled particularly thickly above the central building. Alex could even hear the screams of tormented souls. He felt disgust reflected on his face.

"What did you see?" Ada asked, noticing the change in his expression.

"Imagine a demon's lair... Well, that's exactly it," he replied, tearing his gaze away from the island.

"So, Wesker has really sided with this... Dark Lord, or whatever you called him?" Ada clarified, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Seems like it. And now... it's time to prepare," Alex said, turning around.

Alex made his way back to the bridge to prepare for the landing on the island. He didn't know what they'd face, but he was sure — he'd handle any threat. And all the small problems could be safely left to the rest of the team.

Returning with the three girls, he told them what he had seen on the island. They needed to understand what they might be up against. When they heard that Wesker had switched sides, the girls grew wary. According to Alex, the island was not only full of undead and mutants, but possibly even demons. Though he wasn't entirely sure about the last part, so he decided not to delve into speculation just yet.

"So, what's the plan?" Valmet asked first, looking at Alex.

"Why plan?" Rebecca replied casually. "We land, kill everything that moves, capture Wesker, my sweet cake hits that slippery bastard with a stick, and gets answers out of him. Then we kill Wesker and leave. Simple."

"I'd argue with that, but... it actually sounds pretty logical," Chikita smirked.

"And what if there are survivors? Or regular people?" Rei asked, frowning slightly.

"If they're on Wesker's side — they're expendable. If they're hostages or just unlucky to be there — we'll save them," Koko answered, looking at Alex, as if waiting for approval.

Alex nodded. Both strategies made sense: destroy the enemies, save those in need. Simple, clear, effective. After the discussion, the team began preparing for the landing.

Alex approached the radio and, through the loudspeakers, announced for everyone to gather in the cargo hold of the aircraft carrier — the operation was about to begin. As he spoke, a thought crossed his mind: since they were heading to an island where there might be demons... why not match the style?

He snapped his fingers — his clothes instantly changed. His everyday outfit was replaced by a new look: a black jacket with the kanji for "Killer" on the back, dark hakama, a white belt, and light sandals. From his inventory, he took out the Yoruichi earrings and a haori with crimson spider lilies. Wearing them, Alex was fully ready for the role of demon hunter.

"Are you serious? Cosplay? Right now?" Saya asked, staring at him with a blank expression.

"Why not?" Alex replied with a smirk, raising an eyebrow.

"Can I get that outfit too? It looks cool," Beatrix said excitedly, hugging his arm.

He nodded, not objecting. A snap of his fingers — and Beatrix's outfit transformed: the same style, only instead of hakama, she wore a skirt. The girl squealed with joy and began spinning, showing off her new outfit.

Alex added the final touch — Kyojuro Rengoku's haori, perfectly completing the look. Beatrix, glowing like the sun, hung on him and showered his face with kisses.

The girls, watching this, were momentarily taken aback — it seemed that Beatrix had also decided to join in the "themed game," and they weren't sure how to react.

"Saeko, maybe you want to join in too? After all, you studied the breathing style. Or was that training for nothing?" Alex asked with a slight smile, glancing at the girl.

"Why not? I think it'll be fun," Saeko replied, stepping closer with a faint smile on her lips.

With a light smile, Alex snapped his fingers — and Saeko's outfit changed in an instant. Over her new costume, he placed a haori he had personally created, subtly accentuating the shades of her hair. It looked like butterfly wings — light, graceful, yet majestic. This look suited Saeko so perfectly that Alex couldn't help but note to himself how harmonious it all appeared.

The other girls watched in surprise as Saeko transformed, unable to resist a slight smile — even she agreed to cosplay? Shaking their heads, they exchanged glances, as if saying,

"Well, now it's definitely serious."

GIR, MIMI, and Stitch were fully prepared for the landing on the island. They knew there might be demons, and if there were demons — then it was time to kill. Their fighting spirit was literally burning, and each of them was eagerly awaiting the chance to battle the demonic filth.

When the team was ready, Alex glanced at those who were to stay on the aircraft carrier: Koko, Yuriko, Kiriko, Namiyo, and Brunhilde. Someone had to monitor the situation from the base and, if necessary, provide fire support from the carrier.

Not forgetting the boxes with upgrades for the combat suits, Alex, along with the girls, headed to the cargo hold. The others were already there: fully armed, focused, and ready for anything. Even the martial arts masters had come — they sensed that something was definitely wrong with this island.

Nodding, Alex placed the boxes on the table and spoke:

"First — this new upgrade for your combat suits."

He opened one of the boxes. Inside were neatly arranged modules the size of a palm.

"And what is this?" Soap asked, picking one up.

"Camouflage module. Just attach it to your suit — it will connect automatically. After activation, you'll be able to become almost invisible," Alex explained.

"Cool," R said, grabbing the module first.

While the others were unpacking and connecting their modules, Alex noticed new faces in the crowd. Svetlana's people, Sun-Woo clan warriors led by Seol, and a few strangers. He didn't want to bring too many people to the island itself — it might be dangerous there, and the inexperienced wouldn't manage.

Considering various options in his mind, Alex quickly found the optimal solution: Svetlana's people and the Sun-Woo warriors would handle the shore security. If survivors were found, they would be evacuated to the aircraft carrier from this foothold.

Among the fighters, Alex noticed some familiar faces: Nobuna, Katsuie, and Nagahide. Nobuna caught his gaze, smiled, and nodded, but Alex shook his head. She wouldn't be participating in the operation today. The girl was about to protest but, meeting his stern look, she just gritted her teeth and stayed at the briefing.

Alex approached the table and began:

"Since everyone's ready, let's start the standard briefing. We've arrived on an island where one of the 'Evil Corporation' secret laboratories is located. To put it simply, everything started right here."

"And what's our goal?" asked Lehm, noticing a hint of something personal in Alex's voice.

"An extremely unpleasant guy has settled on the island — Albert Wesker. I won't go into details, but trust me, he's a real bastard and could seriously mess up our plans. Back in Okinawa, I managed to get some info out of a couple of survivors, and I learned that in the first weeks of the zombie apocalypse, people were actively being transported here. What the situation on the island is now, we don't know. But it seems like things might be a lot worse than we think."

"So, our goal is to find him and put a bullet in his head?" R asked for clarification.

"Almost. Wesker's mine. Your task is to clear the island of everything that doesn't look like a normal human. Destroy anything suspicious without hesitation. If you find survivors — evacuate them. Svetlana's people and the Sun-Woo clan will provide cover on the shore."

"The Sun-Woo clan will help," Seol said confidently, nodding.

Alex looked at Svetlana — she nodded without a word, signaling that she understood the task. Pulling out his phone, he activated a hologram, showing an image of something unsettling — organic, pulsating, almost alive...

"This is a bloody nest. It usually spawns all sorts of abominations. If anyone sees it, don't hesitate. Blow it up. Immediately. Before anything comes out of it."

"Are we really fighting the undead?" Kota remarked skeptically. "It's starting to feel more like we're dealing with demons."

"Who knows..." Alex shrugged. "If I had all the answers, they'd have given me a vacation long ago. Anyway, moving on. When the clearing operation starts, head toward the laboratory. If you find survivors — bring them to the shore. Svetlana's people and Seol will handle the evacuation. Any questions?"

"No!" came the unanimous reply.

Alex nodded.

"Great. May the light of the Imperium be with us."

The aircraft carrier approached the island closely enough for the landing to go smoothly. When the ramp dropped, Alex created a stone bridge that allowed everyone to safely cross to the shore. He walked ahead, keeping a watchful eye on everything around him.

Once they reached land, the group stopped and began to assess the situation. A sinister silence hung over the island, which only confirmed their fears: too quiet — always a bad sign.

Alex looked at the girls and asked them to help clear the area. Without a word, they once again split into groups.

Rika, Ada, Rebecca, Revy, Valmet, and Chikita formed the fire support group.

Rei, Rory, Chun-Li, Cammy, Shigure, Miyu, and Renka made up the close-combat group.

Hayato and the others from Ryozanpaku stayed on the shore with the dojo fighters. The rest of the team also split into their usual squads.

Alex stayed with Saeko, Beatrix, White, and Red. G.I.R., MIMI, Wolf and Stitch suddenly decided to go off on their own. Alex felt it was a bad idea but didn't manage to stop them — they had already disappeared into the forest.

"I think we should head straight to the laboratory," Alex said, looking at the building in the center of the island.

"I'm fine with that. It's better not to disturb the others while they do their job," Saeko agreed.

"Saya, are you with us?" he turned to the girl.

"No, I'll stay here and coordinate the others. If anything goes wrong, I'll let you know immediately," Saya replied, adjusting her tech glasses.

"Then I'll rely on you, my little genius," Alex said with a smile and kissed her on the lips.

"Hmph, I won't let you down," Saya huffed, pleased with his words.

Alex and the girls moved deeper into the island. As they entered the forest, he felt like there were eyes on him. Looking around, he realized that he was sensing hidden cameras.

Not wanting to waste time on this, he continued on.

"Convenient... there's even a trail," Beatrix remarked, pointing ahead.

"True," Saeko nodded.

Alex shrugged, and the whole group proceeded along the path. As they moved through the foliage, the walls of the building began to emerge in the distance.

Not wanting to waste any more time, they quickened their pace. A loud explosion echoed in the distance. It didn't take a genius to figure out — either Rebecca had blown something up, or the trio of destroyers had caused more chaos.

"Looks like someone already found trouble," Saeko smirked.

"Or there are self-exploding trees growing on the island," Alex shrugged.

"Impossible. This island doesn't have that type of flora," Red responded firmly.

"It was a joke. Although, considering the scale of the multiverse, exploding trees probably do exist," Alex smirked.

"That statement is acceptable," White nodded seriously.

Alex sighed tiredly, still amazed at how Red and White sometimes behaved. At times, these two android girls were indistinguishable from regular women — laughing, arguing, joking... but at other times, their behavior would change drastically: cold, mechanical, as though their programs had taken over their personalities. It reminded Alex of who they truly were.

Beatrix, as usual, was full of unexpected desires — this time, she passionately wanted to see trees that exploded. Alex merely grimaced mentally: searching for such rare specimens somewhere in the endless multiverse definitely wasn't part of his plans.

After a few more minutes of walking, the trio finally reached the massive building. Alex, Saeko, and Beatrix all simultaneously looked up to examine its majestic architecture.

"So, how are we getting inside?" Beatrix asked curiously, turning to Alex.

"Hmm... maybe we should just do as usual? Break through the wall and walk in," Alex said thoughtfully, scratching his chin.

"According to the archives, the main entrance should be nearby," Red interrupted, pointing to the side.

"Well then, let's go like civilized people, through the front door," Alex nodded. "I may be the Demon King, but I'm not a barbarian."

"You just wanted to break down the wall to get in," Saeko reminded him with a slight smirk.

"Details, Saeko. An artistic approach to architecture," he waved it off with a smile.

Following Red's directions, they circled the building and approached the main entrance. Alex stopped in front of the massive metal doors and hesitated: should he knock like a decent person, or follow the old plan — kick the door in and pretend he hadn't noticed it? His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp click of a mechanism.

With a loud crash, the huge doors began to swing open. A foul, unpleasant, and sickening scent wafted from inside. Alex immediately tensed: as the doors opened, a silhouette began to emerge in the doorway. Sunlight slowly filtered through the gap, illuminating the figure of a person standing in the shadows.

Alex couldn't shake the feeling that this silhouette seemed painfully familiar. And he wasn't the only one — Saeko froze, staring at the face of the stranger, which was becoming clearer as it emerged from the darkness.

"Father...?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Alex spun around to look at her, his eyes wide. He thought he had misheard. But Saeko's expression left no doubt: she recognized him. Even Beatrix looked at her friend with disbelief, unable to believe her ears.

Alex frowned. He could sense the energy emanating from this person — disgusting, rotten, saturated with demonic essence. If this was really Saeko's father… and if he had turned to the dark side…

...then things were much worse than he had expected.

To be continued...

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