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—!

of saliva, Connel's eyes suddenly

"Haa..haaa..."

more laborious and

saliva, he leaned back and opened the drawer next to

a small piece of paper shrouded by

made

paper that a raspy voice suddenly sounded from the other side of

fixed

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

red eyes shone in the

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

spectral figure took a step forward revealing the features

at the contract in

about it? Are you interested in signing

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

fixed on the creature before

should I sign a contract with you?...in terms of strength, you are only a Count ranked demon, while I'm ranked. Wouldn't I gain more if I signed a contract with another more powerful

"...You could."

and sitting on the table, the black

me tell you

"A story?"

knit. His voice suddenly

don't have

I'll bet you will wanna

Connel, the dark humanoid creature started

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

leaned closer to Connel who was staring at him with a

leaned closer to

we must conquer planets and convert the

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

demon placed his finger on his mouth

me finish my

pressure suddenly bore

came from Connel's body, however, the demon

saying, there was once this demon, he was young, and well, he was a demon. Just like any other demon out there he

appeared

"... Purposeless?"

he looked

That is the best

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 work twenty-four hours a day without a

the demon once again

what do you think would happen if one day

desk, he

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

do you think would

would try your best

answered before his

"Huh?"

swept by the demon's

smile appeared on the demon's face when he

"Correct."

away from the desk, the demon sat down on the

stared at his long and

you that I'm merely a pawn? A small piece of a bigger board at play? What would you do

demon's smile faded. His shift in demeanor sent chills down Connel's

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

thought as he secretly swallowed a

to reply when the demon answered

be the best fucking piece out

right through Connel's eyes, and