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.

did we do to deserve all

Gulp—!

a mouthful of saliva, Connel's eyes suddenly snapped

"Haa..haaa..."

more laborious and sweat tricked down

another mouthful of saliva, he leaned back

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

you've made

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

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

head and his eyes

bright and red eyes shone in the

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

suddenly resounded throughout the room as the spectral figure took a step forward revealing

contract in Connal's hands,

about it? Are you

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

on the creature before him, he opened

terms of strength, you are only a Count ranked demon,

"...You could."

the room, and sitting on the table,

tell you

"A story?"

His

don't have time for

I'll bet you will wanna

Connel, the dark humanoid

was just like any other demon out there. Purposeless. Just

suddenly licked his lips and leaned closer to Connel who was staring at him

to Connel, the

planets and convert the mana into demonic

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

demon placed his

finish my

intense pressure suddenly bore

came from Connel's body, however, the demon simply shrugged it off as

this demon, he was young, and well, he was a demon. Just like any other demon out there he simply conquered planets after planets just to ensure his survival. His existence was, how should I say

hand over his chin, a thoughtful look appeared on the

"... Purposeless?"

he

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

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!

demon once

do you think would happen if one day

hands on the desk, he

nowhere that Demon got a purpose?

you think

would try your

instinctively answered before his body

"Huh?"

swept by

smile appeared on the demon's face

"Correct."

from the desk, the demon sat down on

at

a bigger board at play? What would you do if you were in the same position as

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

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

he secretly swallowed

Connel was just about to reply

be the best fucking

right through Connel's eyes, and the