The Devil Is a Part-Timer!, Vol. 2 Read Online Free PDF

you call yourself a demon?”
    “And
you
call yourself Devil King, Maou?”
    Ashiya remained silent, no longer able to drum up the energy to intervene. Silently, Urushihara picked up the garbage strewn around his desk, his face that classic midteenage sort of petulant.
    “Like, let’s say everything works out and you really did find some museum exhibit that could link us to demonic force. Do you really think we’d just rappel down the wall and steal it like we’re in some Hollywood film?”
    “I don’t know what you’re getting at with that example…but, like, maybe you could reprogram the surveillance cameras, or hack out the code to the museum storehouse, or something. Can’t you?”
    “Pfft. You sound like some kid who’s watched too much TV. And we don’t even
have
TV in here.”
    Urushihara showed no mercy.
    “I mean, sure, hacking lets you read and mess around with data on whatever computer you gain access to. But you can’t just hack right into a museum’s entire administration system. And you
definitely
can’t do it with this ancient relic.”
    The PC Urushihara was slamming was the very first purchase Maou had made with his shiny new credit card. To him, it was like taking the plunge into a completely unknown realm, but the way Urushihara put it, he had been sucked into buying old, useless inventory.
    “Take a look at this.”
    “Huh?”
    Urushihara called Maou over to the computer. A black-and-white video of something or other was playing on one end of the LCD screen. Maou looked on, unsure what he was watching, when henoticed a car passing by the camera, stuttering forward at a painfully low frame rate. At the same time, he heard a car engine passing by outside the window.
    “…Whoa. What’s that?”
    “I got an old webcam and made it into a surveillance camera. See? Over there.”
    Urushihara pointed out the window, toward a ball-shaped object perched on top of old, paint-chipped iron grating. A cord snaked out from the plastic device to his computer.
    “I bought it ’cause I figured it’d tell us if anyone suspicious was nearby, but…I mean, it’s black-and-white and this thing
still
can’t keep up with the frame rate. You see what I mean? It’s useless.”
    “I don’t appreciate how you expect me to know that intuitively…but that’s actually something pretty useful for a change, isn’t it? If you have it set up outside, does that mean it can hold up against the weather?”
    “Nah. It’s old and not waterproof, so I’d have to bring it back in when it rains.”
    “…Wow. Never mind, then.”
    Crestfallen, Maou stepped away from the desk. Urushihara launched a parting shot behind him.
    “Like, look at it this way. Any target I’d be ‘hacking’ into would be running on multiple supercomputer-class servers, each loaded with the latest in firewalls and security patches. Meanwhile, I’ve got a PC with a hard drive under one hundred gigs, a Pentium III processor, and only one USB port. It can barely even run all the crapware that’s bundled with it. How am I supposed to compete?”
    Maou had only one curt phrase to answer Urushihara’s torrent of complaints.
    “Dude, speak Japanese.”
    Any attempt on Urushihara’s part to downplay his computer’s abilities was totally lost on Maou and his complete lack of any computer knowledge whatsoever. Any attempt to berate his PC-purchasing skills whooshed right over his head.
    For a moment, Urushihara was thrown by Maou’s completelyill-informed response, both as Devil King and as a member of modern Internet society. Soon, he pointed a finger back at his PC.
    “And more to the point, if I leave this old computer running all day in this heat, it’s gonna catch fire sooner or later. I ain’t gonna be doing much of anything for a while.”
    Maou remained quiet. Even he understood that electronics had trouble handling high temperatures.
    The environment within the Devil’s Castle knew little of such modern marvels as