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

Gulp—!

saliva, Connel's

"Haa..haaa..."

breathing started to become more laborious and sweat tricked down the side

he leaned back and opened

Connel took out a small piece of paper shrouded by a mysterious

made your

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

startled, Connel's eyes remained fixed on the paper

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

in Connal's hands,

Are you

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

still fixed on the creature before him,

a Count ranked demon, while I'm ranked. Wouldn't I gain

"...You could."

on the table, the black humanoid creature suddenly

tell you a

"A story?"

brows knit. His voice suddenly

have time for

bet you will

dark humanoid

A young demon. He was just like any other demon out there. Purposeless. Just invading other planets and corrupting the mana

closer to Connel who was staring at

to

in order to survive, we must conquer planets and convert the

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

speak, the demon placed his finger on his

finish my

intense pressure suddenly bore down on the

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

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

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

"... Purposeless?"

he

is the best way I could describe

we have no purpose. Because of the Demon King, we can't do anything we want. How

demon once again

if one day that demon

the desk, he leaned

if suddenly out of nowhere that Demon got a purpose? ...Regardless of how big or small it

do you think would

your best to do

answered before

"Huh?"

had gotten swept

smile appeared on the demon's face

"Correct."

desk, the demon sat down

at his

merely a pawn? A small piece of a

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

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

as he secretly swallowed a

Connel was just about to reply when the

would obviously be the best fucking

right through Connel's eyes, and