The Author's POV

A maddening scribbling sound rang inside a dark room that was lit up by a pale yellow light coming from a small lamp sitting atop a large wooden desk.

Sat behind the desk was a male with long dark hair and green eyes. He was none other than Connal Rhinestone, Aaron's father.

His current state was a mess as his eyes bagged, his clothes were unkempt, and a heavy stench of alcohol permeated throughout the room.

"...H...how fucking dare they."

He muttered as his head slumped to the side of the table.

Bang—!

Standing up, he banged the table with his fist.

"Fuckers!"

He began to shout.

"How dare they do this to my son!? He is 876?! What bullshit is this!?"

As he screamed, his voice was filled with resentment.

The reason for this was because of the actions that the Union had taken after his son's death.

Instead of giving him his son's body back, the Union handed him to the Monolith and proclaimed him to be the wanted criminal 876.

The repercussions of such an announcement were extremely powerful, as not even a day after the announcement was made and huge protests began to parade beneath his guild as people started branding him and his guild members as 'Villains.' 'Murderers.' 'Supporters of evil.'

Their image was completely tarnished and the following day, many of the members proclaimed their resignation, and slowly one by one more and more members started to leave.

"Fuckk..."

Connal rolled his head on the table as his fist once again smashed against the table.

"What sort of bullshit was this? my son was 876? Impossible!"

Connal had already read about 876.

This was only natural, after all, the bounty on his head was huge, and it had indeed interested him in the past.

That being said, having read that, he knew exactly what it was impossible for Aaron to be 876.

It was clear that the Union was trying to frame his son in order to protect the actual 876, which was none other than the kid Ren Dover.

Connal would've been stupid to have not made that connection.

"Haaa..."

Slumping back down on his chair, Connel powerlessly looked toward the glass window of his office.

There he managed to catch city of the beautiful city that shone brightly in the night.

It was beautiful. Or that was at least how it used to look in the past.

However, now that his son was gone, everything started to become duller for him.

"A...Aaron."

A parent's worst nightmare was seeing their own son die before them.

Especially when it was broadcasted throughout the whole human domain.

Just recalling the image of his son being split into two, and his body laying down on the floor whilst everyone was cheering pained Connal's heart to no end.

He couldn't understand it.

"Why...why...why did this have to happen to my son?"

Connel mumbled repeatedly as he leaned forward on his desk and grabbed onto his head with both hands.

to deserve

Gulp—!

mouthful of saliva,

"Haa..haaa..."

and sweat tricked down the

he leaned back

small piece

made your

that a raspy voice

of being startled, Connel's eyes remained fixed on the paper in front

his eyes alongside the paper, he soon raised his head and his eyes paused on a black spectral figure in

and red eyes shone in

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

the spectral figure took a step forward revealing the features of

contract in Connal's hands,

about it? Are you interested in signing the

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

fixed on the creature before him, he opened

I sign a contract with you?...in terms of strength, you are only a Count ranked demon, while I'm ranked.

"...You could."

around the room, and sitting on the table, the black humanoid creature suddenly

tell you a

"A story?"

His voice

have

I'll bet you will wanna hear this

the dark humanoid

out there. Purposeless. Just invading other planets and corrupting the mana

lips and leaned closer to Connel who was staring at him with a

he leaned closer to Connel, the

convert the mana into demonic energy. It's the way

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

could speak, the demon placed his

finish my

suddenly bore down on

pressure came from Connel's body, however, the demon

any other demon

chin, a thoughtful look appeared on the demon's face

"... Purposeless?"

he

the best way I could describe his

conquering planets and surviving, we have no purpose. Because of the Demon King, we can't do anything we want. How should I say it

demon once again licked

you think would happen if one day that demon got

hands on the desk, he leaned

got a purpose? ...Regardless of how big or

do you think

try your best to

answered before

"Huh?"

had gotten swept

smile appeared on the demon's face when he saw

"Correct."

the demon

at his long and

a bigger board

chilled as the demon's smile faded. His shift

scared?... H..he's clearly

as he secretly swallowed a

about to

would obviously be the best fucking

through Connel's eyes,