Cruelty
A contract with Inris.
It was nothing short of coercion, hardly deserving the name of a contract.
There was no sign of Inris regaining consciousness, and his body was being reconstructed exactly as Drae desired.
"Normally, this would be impossible."
If a forced contract were possible simply by rendering someone unconscious, the world would have descended into chaos long ago.
'It is only possible because Inris’s soul is completely shattered.'
The Inris of now was a being whose everything, save for a fragment of his flesh, had collapsed. He was nothing but a lump of power, devoid of the will or strength to enter into any pact, which was precisely why a forced contract could be established.
Shattering a soul.
One might think it simply means breaking the mind, but it is strictly different. In the case of a mental breakdown, a contract is fundamentally impossible.
A soul is something individual and unique—a line drawn between oneself and others—that is similar to, yet distinct from, the mind. It is one’s convictions, desires, or the very foundation of a living being’s existence in the unconscious.
Josa knew well enough that Drae was a terrifying existence.
But he had never imagined he would be capable of shattering the soul of a Demon King. Josa clicked his tongue in disbelief.
While the physical body might have been heavily damaged by Drae, a succubus is a race with a spirit as formidable as its flesh.
'And to think he’s royalty, it goes without saying...'
How on earth could a Demon King, a member of the succubus royal family, fall so far in such a short time?
He was afraid.
Josa was genuinely terrified of Drae. As if repenting for the moment he had wished to be free from him, he immediately prepared the ritual to use Inris’s power, just as Yeodre had desired.
After a short while, a red magic circle signifying the contract manifested beneath the sprawled, unconscious Inris.
Kwaaaaa.
Drae placed his hand on Inris’s body, and with that, the contract was sealed.
Black and blue Ryunar swirled around them like a blessing, and as Josa had instructed, Drae did not hesitate to burn Inris’s body.
Whoosh.
Inris vanished, turning into Ryunar.
Josa stared blankly at the sight of the Demon King of Lust, who had literally commanded the world, being half-annihilated.
"Ah, ahhhh..."
"Inris-niiim..."
The Gold Taeyang clan members watched the scene with expressions of disbelief.
Inris might have been the last flickering lamp of their hope.
And that lamp of hope would now become a hellfire of despair, trampling them into the dust.
As Inris was completely incinerated, his flesh transformed into Ryunar. The energy spread out toward the Gold Taeyang members like scattering sparks.
['???' has collapsed the physical body of the 'Demon King of Lust', Inris.]
It wasn't just a personal notification; a global announcement rang out across the community.
The Gold Taeyang members, faced with the irreversible truth of Inris’s death, could say nothing, trembling like fools.
"Good."
Drae shook his hair, realizing he could now wield Inris’s power.
And then, he exercised that power.
It was the time for true divine retribution.
Kukwakwakwakwa.
A black vortex began to swallow the entire Gold Taeyang hideout.
A refreshing, handsome man with dyed blonde hair.
Hayato walked toward his home, smiling brightly while clutching a bouquet of blue flowers.
It was their 100th-day anniversary with his girlfriend, his precious childhood friend.
And in his pocket, there was a condom.
'Today is the day...!'
At first, his girlfriend had seemed proactive, but she had soon become timid, frightened by the act of sex itself.
Since then, 100 days had passed as he coaxed her, catered to her whims, and built up their mutual trust.
The precious first experience that had failed at the academy, at the beach, and at the festival.
Today, Hayato swore he would go all the way.
It wasn't just his own thought.
Because his precious girlfriend had shyly told him that her parents wouldn't be home today.
Honestly, was there even any room for misunderstanding?
No, there wasn't!
The time had finally come to use the cock he had been saving for nearly 20 years, the one he had never been able to use properly.
His precious childhood friend he had loved since he was young.
And a familiar home.
"Whew..."
He gulped and pressed the doorbell.
...There was no answer.
"Hm?"
Puzzled, he knocked on the door, but there was no sign of anyone coming out.
Just in case, he turned the doorknob.
Click. Creak.
The door was unlocked.
"My, how careless."
They say strange people have been wandering around lately; what would she do in such a dangerous world? Hayato let out a bitter laugh, thinking she couldn't survive without him, and stepped inside.
And then.
He smelled strangely warm air and a familiar scent.
"......"
A certain thought flashed through his mind.
But that couldn't be.
Because his girlfriend was someone who knew no man but him.
Even though he thought that, Hayato rushed to his girlfriend’s room and threw the door open.
There, his girlfriend was wearing indescribably lewd underwear, blushing shyly...
And sitting alone.
"...Haa."
What on earth had he been imagining? And as his anxiety vanished, the situation hit him in a new way.
This was, no matter how you looked at it, that, right?
"Hayato. Why are you only here now?"
"Ha, haha. Michelle. That outfit..."
"I, I'm hungry."
"...!"
The flowers he had prepared, the ring, the lines—everything flew out of his head at once.
He immediately stripped off his pants and underwear together, then hurriedly took off his shirt.
That was when.
His girlfriend looked at his crotch and said.
"That..."
With cold eyes.
"It's too small."
"Hu, huh?"
"It looks hard, but is that your erect size?"
"Mi, Michelle?"
Michelle, who usually hated even mentioning anything lewd, was using sexual terms as if she were used to them.
Before he could even react, Michelle wore an expression of contempt.
"If I’d known it would be like this, I would’ve just done it with Master a long time ago~"
"Wha, what?"
"Puhaha!"
"Puhahahaha!"
"Surprise~!"
Where had they been? Behind the door? Inside the closet?
There had been no sign of them, but three men appeared.
Black hair, pale skin, fierce eyes—they all looked identical, but Hayato didn't notice the incongruity.
And a penis, incomparably larger than Hayato’s.
...Huh.
This guy, I think I’ve seen him before.
...Wait? Why am I now... pale-skinned? Didn't I have a tan...?
A sense of incongruity stirred Hayato’s brain.
"It’s not even average size, is it?"
"Maybe he’s just scared because it’s his first time?"
"Even considering that, it’s small~"
Hayato felt the gravity of the situation and shouted.
"Yo, you guys, what... Gah!"
The man with the fiercest eyes suddenly punched Hayato in the solar plexus.
He had hit him casually, but Hayato couldn't breathe.
"Urgh. Huck...!"
Leaving him drooling from the pain, the men moved.
"Alright, alright, sex time~"
"Who, who are you guys! Who are you to do this...!"
"Who are we?"
"Kuh. Ugh..."
"It’s Zepar, you fucker lol. You dog. You really forgot everything."
Zepar? No, this guy was definitely Yeo...
......
'Huh? Who was it?'
The thought vanished along with the punch.
Thwack!
They trampled Hayato mercilessly, and he passed out.
When he opened his eyes again, the air was even hotter, and an intense smell pierced his head.
And.
"Aang! Aeuang! Aak ooooh......"
"Mi......chelle?"
"Masteeer! Master! Please cum inside meee...!"
"Hahaha! Hey. Your boyfriend woke up, Michelle."
"Hm? Hm? Yes? Who? Boyfriend?"
Hayato was consumed by the urge to gouge out his own eyes if he had a knife.
His precious Michelle.
The girl he had been with since childhood and who had recently become his girlfriend...
She was being pinned down by a muscular man, screaming in ecstasy.
Squish, squish!
The ominous sound heard every time she thrust her hips.
The number of condoms hanging from Michelle’s waist was close to thirty. No, looking at the ones scattered carelessly on the bed, probably more.
"Ah, aeu. Aaaaaaaa!!"
Hayato jumped up, trying to kill those bastards.
But soon, his head went numb, and a sense of powerlessness washed over him.
"Ah, ahh..."
"Oh, what’s this~ The small-dick woke up?"
Michelle’s voice.
Small-dick?
Was she talking about him?
"Don't mind that, just fuck me harder, Masteeer~♡"
"Ah, fuck, what a total slut lol. Hey, you... boyfriend? What should we do? I don't want to, but your girlfriend is asking to be fucked lol."
"Ah, ahh... ahh...!"
"Ah, don't misunderstand. I was just trying to help you guys. I taught Michelle, who said she was scared of sex, about sexual knowledge. Uryap!"
"Ooooh!♡♡"
Hayato wanted to tear his ears off.
But his paralyzed head and body made even that impossible.
"Uryap! Uryap!"
"Ooh! Oh!... Good, it’s good...! Go deeper...!♡"
"Ooh... fuck... you’re tightening, dammit...!"
"Hey, move aside quickly. I want to fuck too."
"Lol, look at that retard’s face lol."
The sounds of their moans. And the sound of the men mocking him.
In the midst of it, the man who had been watching said.
"You didn't know that, did you? Before, outside school, at the beach, and at the festival, I fucked her while you weren't looking lol. It was so thrilling."
"......"
Hayato moved his hand, grabbed his own penis, and began to shake it.
While his mind screamed at what he was doing, his body moved on its own, and the three men laughed as if they had been waiting for it.
"Hey lol, that guy is jerking off!"
"Michelle! Michelle! Look at him once!"
"Ooooh! Ogooh!"
Michelle looked at Hayato as if he were a nuisance and said one thing.
"You fucking loser. A delusional patient and a small-dick loser. Someone like you... why don't you just die?. Ogooh!♡"
Hayato ejaculated, and the amount was pitifully small compared to the man with the fierce eyes.
He didn't even get an erection again.
He just cried, blankly listening to the orgy that had now expanded to include two more men...
"...Huh?"
Hayato came to his senses.
In front of him was Minami.
He remembered who she was.
Right. She was the woman he had loved for decades.
He thought he had tried to confess, but why had he stopped?
...Ah. He had been summoned to Elynar.
And that woman he loved... was being fucked excitedly by black-haired men with fierce eyes, screaming in ecstasy.
"Ooh. Ooooooooh."
"Who did you say?"
The man with fierce eyes, holding a smartphone-shaped communicator to his ear.
"Augh, ang, aang...!♡"
"Whew. Huff. You fucking bitch! Slut! Does it feel good? Does it? Huh? Kikikikiki."
A dimly lit room.
Several men and women were mixing their bodies.
The one being fucked most violently, her pupils dilated, was... Minami.
Looking closely, there were several other men with blank faces like Hayato around.
They were each desperately calling out names like Amy, Yoon, and Hose.
Their commonality was that they were all howling in despair.
"Oong. Ohoong...!♡"
"Here I come, you sow. Go ahead and cum while thinking of your fucking loser boyfriend!"
"Aooooooong...!♡♡"
"Ah, fuck, keep it quiet."
"Ah, wait a second. Even if she’s a slut, she’s a noble, so her pussy is killer...!"
"Tsk."
The man who had scolded him in a theatrical tone made another call.
"I’ll ask again, who did you say? Huh? Ah~ A stupid development even in manga. Those fucking losers who actually did it?"
The man who scratched his cheek groaned.
"No, well, you say those losers should be tortured for thousands of years? That’s true."
This tone. He had heard it.
Who was it?
Ah. Him. The executive.
Muscle Takashi.
"Well, I guess we just need to make them act like gentlemen in front of brother Shinjinpa. Or should I say that?"
Like that. Hayato, who had watched the woman he loved being violated for hours... lived through another 20 years.
Spending affectionate times with Minami, trying to confess.
And the moment he tried to spend their first night at her house. Seeing his girlfriend mixing her body with a black-haired man with fierce eyes and screaming like a beast, he cried. He screamed.
Repeating that countless times... then, at some moment, he said.
"Stop..."
"Hm?"
"Yeodre... stop it..."
"Oh? You’ve come to your senses? Not bad. You’re the 26th guy to wake up."
Yeodre, who had been fucking Minami excitedly, stopped.
His mouth hadn't been open.
The voice was flowing from the air, and the man had a slightly bewildered face before he began thrusting his hips again.
That was because he wasn't Yeodre, but one of the victims who had taken on his appearance and had now become an aggressor.
To him, it was important that the hateful Gold Taeyang in front of him suffered greater pain.
Hayato didn't look at him and continued to beg.
"Now, I know now. How terrible, pathetic, and trashy the things we did were."
Hayato bowed his head.
He knelt and begged.
He felt it would be better to die than to have his heart ache like this.
"Please, stop...!"
"No. Now I’m going to go to reality and fuck all the girls you like."
"Stop, stooop... please stop... I beg, you... sob. Sobsobsob..."
Why had he done such things?
It was such a cruel act, an act that abandoned being human.
The woman in front of him wasn't Minami.
She was probably one of the women who had been at the Gold Taeyang clan hideout, her appearance changed.
However, the memories with Minami built up over decades felt like reality, not an illusion.
Regret crushed him.
"Are you really sorry?"
At Yeodre’s quiet words, Hayato banged his head and said with a brightened face.
He thought this was his last chance.
"I really am! I will never do this again, I’ll live diligently, correctly..."
"I’m glad you realized your mistake."
Hayato nodded quickly.
"If you do something wrong, you have to be punished. Don't you think?"
"......"
"Let’s repeat it a hundred times."
"Ah, aaaaaaaaaaa!!"
Like that, the victims who had had their women stolen by Hayato, taking on Drae’s appearance, thoroughly trampled him by stealing his woman.
They performed everything he had done, and everything he hadn't.
It wasn't that Hayato was particularly unfortunate.
Because at this very moment, every single member of the Gold Taeyang clan was suffering the same fate.
Mercenary Bold.
"Ah, ah, aaaaaaa...!"
He had his woman, Haina, whom he had traveled with and built memories with, stolen from him over and over again, due to his own mistakes and Het’s herbal knowledge.
Watching Het and Haina creaking on the bed, he, who was pouring water from every hole above and below, was undoubtedly a defeated loser.
Education Leader Jang-woong.
He was subjected to all the hypnotic training he had performed in reverse.
He witnessed, unable to do anything, the idols and anime characters he had secretly loved in the real world actually dating others, and then being raped and hypnotized by other men, continuing to show abnormal behavior where they actually enjoyed it.
Being verbally abused by them, calling him a pig-loser, was a bonus.
"Stop! Stop it, Yeodre...!"
Where does a pig dare to howl?
Jang-woong, who was subjected to intense violence along with verbal abuse, could only howl, unable to continue his words.
Suppression Leader Black Nungar.
He, who had committed forced sexual acts and rape, was raped in reverse by numerous men, and he watched as every woman he had raped, every woman he had loved, and especially his wife from his original world, were raped.
When was it?
Some brat had picked a fight, so he had beaten him up to bring him to his senses, and he had raped that guy’s girlfriend and his entire family.
Now, he was suffering the same fate from that brat.
He was beaten to a pulp, to the point of pissing himself, and he was howling in despair, his limbs broken, spitting blood from the mouth that had once claimed that black people were the most superior of all races.
"No! No!!"
No matter how much he shouted, all that returned was the strange sensation entering his anus.
No matter how much he regretted it, there was no escaping the dream.
Operations Leader Blatar.
He, who had raped women using all kinds of power, was receiving that act back exactly as it was.
In his illusions, he shared love with the women he had known originally, those he had loved or dated, and those who had been created.
After that sweet love. He was stolen from by his superiors, by violent men, by those in power... by humans higher than Blatar himself, over and over again.
With power he could never resist as an individual, he was subjected to all kinds of persecution and violence, and could only watch as the women were raped.
"Noooo... stop, stop it, you bad guys..."
Even knowing it was hypocrisy, Blatar, who could only say that, now wanted only death.
Publicity Leader Bandman.
Real name Yagami Fujimaru.
He, who had been popular and had many girlfriends in his original world, had all the trashy acts he had committed in Elynar returned to him by the male victims, and at the same time, had all the women he had dated in his original world stolen from him.
In fact, he, who hadn't had much affection for them, didn't care at all.
Moreover, he was cool-headed enough to contemplate that this was an illusion.
That was why, even after building up decades of illusions and memories, he only felt sad at that moment and didn't suffer much pain.
Except for one.
The older sister next door he had secretly loved.
Except for Rikka, the staff officer of the Gold Taeyang clan, who was so similar to her and whom he had come to love.
She was in Yeodre’s arms, wearing a happy smile.
Fujimaru froze at the illusion that looked so real, and which he was seeing for the first time.
"...Ri, Rikka?"
"Now, Bandman. Is this Rikka real? Or an illusion?"
"Ye, Yeodre! Stop it! Stop it!"
"Come on. Look."
Rikka’s top was torn.
Her pretty areola and breasts were exposed, and Rikka moaned, ah..., as if shy.
"You, you fucking bastard! Stop...!"
"Fucking? Did you say fucking?"
"......"
Suddenly, Combat Leader Takashi appeared.
He, too, seemed to be suffering, as he was shedding tears before he gasped and swallowed his breath.
"Takashi, you said that before. Fucking? Did you say fucking? You used to spit that at me well enough. Do you remember?"
"Uh, ugh. Fu... fucking..."
It was a conditioned reflex. Takashi gasped in terror, and Bandman cursed at Takashi with a desperate face.
"Takashi, you fucking bastard... what are you doing now...!"
"Fucking? Did you say fucking just now? You guys?"
The two of them.
Received the most perfect destruction possible.
After that, they howled as they heard Rikka begging Yeodre to do it more violently while being raped, and their minds began to break.
Booking Leader Ubai.
He was nothing special to begin with.
Even as an executive, he was a guy who enjoyed it with the same low frequency as the regular Gold Taeyang clan members.
His dream was to lose his wife and child.
He was currently having everything he had done so far repaid, and his wife was being continuously cuckolded in his illusions, driving him to despair.
Since there wasn't a very satisfying effect yet, I thought I’d observe his reaction a bit more before finishing him off.
Sometimes, the Gold Taeyang members would wake up from their dreams and return to reality.
In that case, they would be tortured and see the women they had raped being raped by monsters.
The monsters the Gold Taeyang clan had possessed were violating their women.
It was a cycle of hell where they were terrified by the unrealistic sight of their bellies bursting from the monster’s overly thick penises, yet they didn't want to fall asleep again because of the dream that felt too real and terrible.
Even the monsters that were used were trash-like tools that had raped women.
Therefore, they were suffering sexual pain from the male victims who had transformed into monsters.
When Drae had witnessed the monsters, the [Let’s Enjoy It Colorfully!] skill had kept sounding alarms; that was an alarm that he could take on the appearance of those monsters.
The male victims, now sharing the power of the [Let’s Enjoy It Colorfully!] skill, were now tormenting the monsters that had tormented them in reverse.
And the monsters unleashed the anger of having been suppressed in narrow places, along with the pain of having what they had done repaid in full, onto the awakened Gold Taeyang members.
"Aaaaaaack! It hurts!"
"Stop, stop it!!"
Zzzzt!!
When they were caught by the enraged monsters and their limbs were slowly torn off, they would lose consciousness, their bodies would regenerate, and they would be forced to fall asleep.
And then they would have the dream again, the nightmare.
It was truly hell.
Whether they opened their eyes or closed them, it was hell, and even if they died by Josa’s power, they couldn't escape from here.
They could not be saved.
Normally, such a large-scale dream would be impossible.
It was a power only possible within Inris’s Declaration of the Mental World.
It was a miracle possible because he had sacrificed his very existence to turn the Gold Taeyang clan’s hideout into a space of dreams.
Whether in reality or illusion, they would suffer and eventually meet a miserable death, and even after death, they would be used as tools.
"It’s fine if you all die. I’ll make good use of you as food, offerings, or weapons even after that. Please take care of me, friends. No, friends!"
Aaaaaa.
Please...
Ughhhhh.
Forgive me.
Please forgive me.
I was wrong.
Don't do it.
Sob, sob, sob.
The groans of the Gold Taeyang members filled with pain.
Men, each looking like various characters from NTR-genre manga, were begging in miserable states.
How thrilling were the screams of the Gold Taeyang members heard from every corner of the dream space.
Drae laughed.
The male victims were doing well.
They, too, were enduring decades of time, and the reason their minds weren't breaking was partly due to the sweetness of being the avenger, but also thanks to the shared skill.
They were shared in Drae’s anger.
Their feelings of revenge, shared in endless anger, showed no signs of cooling down.
Ah.
I am genuinely satisfied.
This Inris bastard. He’s so convenient.
On top of reading the memories of the Gold Taeyang bastards and paying them back exactly for what they did, creating situations to multiply the revenge was a truly great idea.
The sight of them genuinely falling into despair was extremely sweet.
Something that had been burning in my head felt as comfortable as if it had been bathed in warm sunlight.
They deserve to be treated like this.
They will die only after they feel exactly what they did from the victim’s perspective, regret it, repent... and then feel the desire to live.
I won't make them comfortable even after they die.
I will make it so.
Evil with evil. Good with good.
Using Inris’s power, it’s also possible to manipulate them and move them all to another place at once.
The people from the academy might come and interfere soon.
That won't do.
I haven't finished enjoying it yet.
There’s still a long way to go.
If they interfere, I’ll kill...
...No, no. They are good humans.
Why would I try to kill them too?
You must keep the line.
You must.
Live kindly.
Even if it’s not those words, you must become a righteous judge.
......
But. Will this shit ever end?
I don't know.
Even if it ends... after killing all these guys, what should I do?
Should I naturally find those two who ran away here a long time ago and kill them?
After killing those two?
...Hm. I can't.
I can't imagine what happens after.
No matter how much I worry, I can't think of an answer.
Then I should just enjoy it for now.
[You madman.]
Mangshin said as if it were enjoying it.
Why? I’m showing you a good spectacle, aren't I?
I’m specially showing you one of your favorite scenes, where evil is miserably broken.
So stay quiet.
[If you want a complete mental breakdown, there is a way.]
"I’ll handle it myself, so be quiet."
[I’m just trying to offer a better suggestion.]
"Shut up."
[Don't be like that, just listen...]
I ignored Mangshin and continued the game.
That moment. Incongruity.
......Huh?
Takashi, he disappeared?
He’s not anywhere in this space. No, I can faintly feel the flow of mana.
...Someone took him out?
I have an idea who it is. I was angry.
How dare they steal my prey.
Whatever. I’ll go get him back soon enough. Let’s think of it as leaving him in their care for a moment.
More than that, there’s one guy who hasn't fallen into complete despair yet.
Inris’s authority realistically recreated reality, allowing the Gold Taeyang members to feel extreme immersion, and that’s why I could successfully give them despair.
But only Ubai still holds onto a thread of hope.
No, it was too happy an emotion to call a thread.
Come to think of it, this guy was strangely popular within the Gold Taeyang clan.
Did they say he was called father? It’s ridiculous.
At the same time, it’s annoying.
I trapped him in this world of illusions to plunge him into despair, not to make him happy.
Why is he happy even though his wife was stolen? Is he actually a hardcore pervert who likes being cuckolded because he’s an NTR fan?
Whatever. I’ll just go and check for myself.
Let’s go and crush Ubai, whose progress toward despair was particularly slow.
Just by closing my eyes and thinking of it, I slipped into the boundary of the dream.
It’s a pity that this authority disappears after some time...
I looked at Ubai.
He was howling while looking at his wife, who had cuckolded him with another man’s child.
Especially now, it’s the highlight.
His wife said she would give birth to the child of the man who impregnated her, and she died after giving birth to the child.
How many loops is this? No matter how many times he experiences it, it must be very shitty.
I looked forward to seeing how he, who loved his wife terribly, would react.
I fast-forwarded time.
Until now, there were some guys I observed in real-time by staying in the same world on purpose and spending the same amount of time, but there’s no need to do that for this guy.
I wanted to see him after living about a dozen years of illusory life.
A dozen years since losing his wife.
How much of a wreck would he be, how much would he be grieving?
Ubai, when I saw him again, was crying.
He was holding a young child in his arms.
The child wasn't moving at all.
Did he kill it with his own hands?
Well, I guess he wouldn't want to raise someone else’s kid...
"Son."
......
"Open your eyes."
Looking closely, there was a truck that had knocked down a wall next to him.
This authority builds the world so well for no reason that such traffic accidents are common.
I didn't expect Ubai’s virtual son to be the victim, though.
But what? Son?
You’re quite calm.
You fucking trash Gold Taeyang bastard, you’re quite calm.
You pathetic piece of shit, even after losing everything, what? Son? Open your eyes? Where are you pretending to be kind?
You fucking bastard. If you were going to do that, you shouldn't have done this in the first place, you fucking retard.
Ah, I can't.
If I don't curse, I can't maintain myself.
Let’s kill him.
There’s no need to see more of this guy.
If I see more...
...?
If I see more, what?
Are you afraid I’ll stop?
Just because I saw some trash calling something his son, and saw him grieving? Me?
Me, who has finally been liberated?
Yeah, I’m trash.
But I’m trash that only crushes bad guys, right?
Isn't it allowed to do anything to these bastards, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I’ll kill him.
I’ll kill him painfully.
I’ll bring his real son from his original world and kill him in front of his eyes...
That moment.
A new child appeared in front of Ubai.
As a cold corpse, lying on the floor.
He was bleeding from his mouth, wondering what he had eaten wrong.
"Ugh, aah, aaaaaaa...! Son..."
Holding his virtual son, he crawled forward and hugged the child.
"Ohhh... son, son... my sons..."
Ubai’s memories flowed in.
In his original world, his wife had cheated and run away, and he had lived only for his son, considering that child his everything.
And he had lost everything because of the bleach he had carelessly left out.
His son had died from bleach that the manufacturer had put in a container that looked like a drink, calling it a collaboration.
He had always missed his son.
Ironically, if the Gold Taeyang clan youths were alive, they would have been exactly his son’s age, and so...
So what, fuck.
I’m not curious about your kid at all. Where are you trying to wash your image?
Not even one...
"Try forgiving someone for once."
Someone appeared from behind.
I know. It’s an illusion.
An illusion that the authority just makes real.
"Try at least."
Ms. Rachel.
It’s noisy. Why should I forgive?
But I felt like I knew who would come out next.
No, even if I try not to imagine, the voice comes out on its own. I shouldn't listen, I shouldn't remember.
"Son..."
But the moment I heard that word Ubai spat out sadly.
Son.
I heard it.
Swoosh. It felt like something that had been full inside me was slipping out.
And the moment Ubai sobbed one more time... I realized.
Ah-.
My anger had vanished.
Thump.
"......"
While burning black in the dark red flames, Kaits grabbed the arm of the young Yeodre.
"Show me."
"Are you a pathetic stalker? Who are you?"
The young Yeodre, with an expression of annoyance without any sign of panic, made his eyes glow dark red.
It was a terrifying appearance that didn't even look human, let alone like a child.
But Kaits said again without caring.
"Show me."
"If I show you my memories? Then what are you going to do?"
"...That way. I can be convinced that you are suitable for the Sword of Light and not an existence that needs to be kept in check..."
Kaits fell silent and shook his head as if that wasn't it.
And said.
"That way, I can be at ease."
"Oh my. What are you at ease about after seeing childhood memories?"
Kaits said something.
I couldn't hear it well. But the Band and the Scholar, who had been blown away by the dark red energy, could hear only one thing clearly.
"Same kind."
They understood only that one word.
"......"
Drae let out a dry laugh and twisted his lips up.
"Fine. Look, look. You deal with the consequences."
And young Yeodre disappeared, and the scenery changed.
It was probably heading toward the memory that was most precious to Yeodre, the one that made him who he was now.
The Band and the Scholar, who had been watching in terror anyway, were even more frightened to see the scenery change.
What on earth could there be more?
What else is Yeodre hiding...
Crash!!
The sound of glass breaking.
Immediately after.
Chill.
Goosebumps rose.
He was breathless, and he couldn't open his eyes.
What is this. This chill.
This eeriness.
Surprisingly, even Kaits was feeling that sensation.
The scenery had completely stopped, as if frozen in place.
[I warned you]
The Record God’s tongue-clicking sound. And... thump. Someone landed next to Kaits.
At first glance, a woman so beautiful, so beautiful, that the title of Goddess suited her more than anyone else.
That was because she was actually a Goddess. And the highest existence among the Gods.
Kaits knew this Goddess.
To be precise, he only knew her through information.
A lofty existence that even Nanar, whom he had never seen in person even after countless loops, looked down upon.
An existence at the root of all providence, making even the light emitted by the countless deities belonging to Nanar’s temple fade, making even light dark, and making even darkness bright.
The name of this lofty Goddess, who originally had no name, was...
"Gaia...!"
Immediately after, Kaits’s right arm froze and fell to the floor.
"We must find our brother."
At Gold’s resolute and desperate tone, Repelt, who was by his side, nodded heavily.
Just a moment ago. The entire Ten Families. And as far as they had grasped, there were ominous groups that had approached to harm Drae’s acquaintances.
Gold didn't think Drae would be defeated by such street thugs, but he was worried nonetheless.
Not only the Heart family, but the Bliza, the Graize, and of course, the maximum forces the Pruynar Academy could mobilize had set out.
Gold felt a certain emotion at the fact that such forces had risen for the sake of one Drae.
However, from afar, Gald, the head of the Heart family, was muttering to himself.
"...Will he be okay..."
Gald was worried.
Naturally, he wasn't worried about the trash.
What he was worried about was Drae.
Whether that monster, Yeodre, would unleash something he had hidden...
Also, he had a strangely ominous premonition.
As if... a global catastrophe was about to happen...
'Even so, global is an exaggeration... Sigh...'
Gald’s anxiety often hit the mark.
He earnestly hoped that those trash hadn't provoked Drae for no reason.
