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.

we do to deserve all of

Gulp—!

mouthful of saliva,

"Haa..haaa..."

become more laborious and sweat tricked down the side of

leaned back

opening the drawer, Connel took out a small piece of paper shrouded

made

at the exact moment that he took out the paper that a raspy voice suddenly sounded

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

raised his head and his eyes paused on a black spectral

and red eyes shone

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

figure took a step forward revealing the features

at the contract in Connal's hands,

it? Are you interested in

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

creature before him, he opened his mouth and

terms of strength, you are only a Count ranked demon, while I'm ranked.

"...You could."

the table, the black

me tell

"A story?"

brows knit. His voice suddenly

don't have time

will wanna hear this

dark humanoid creature started

any other demon out there. Purposeless. Just invading other planets and corrupting the mana of that

closer to Connel who was staring at him with a serious

he leaned closer to

and convert

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

speak, the demon placed his finger on

me finish

intense pressure suddenly bore

the

he was a demon. Just like any other demon out there he simply conquered planets after planets just to ensure his survival. His

over his chin, a thoughtful look appeared on the demon's face as he

"... Purposeless?"

his fingers, he looked at

right. Purposeless. That is the best way I could describe his

from 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 for you humans to understand...ah! It's like going to

demon once again licked his

if one day that demon got

his hands on the desk, he

of nowhere that Demon got a purpose? ...Regardless of how big or

do you think

your best to do

answered before his

"Huh?"

he had gotten swept by the

demon's

"Correct."

away from the desk, the demon sat down on the chair

he stared at his

pawn? A small piece of a bigger board at play? What

the room suddenly chilled as the demon's smile faded. His shift in demeanor sent chills down

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

he secretly swallowed a mouthful of

about to reply when the demon

obviously be the

eyes, and the