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 all

Gulp—!

a mouthful of saliva,

"Haa..haaa..."

and sweat tricked down the side

saliva, he leaned back and opened the

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

made your

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

Connel's eyes remained fixed

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

bright and red eyes

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

the spectral figure took

in Connal's hands, he

you

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

on the creature before him,

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

"...You could."

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

me tell you

"A story?"

brows knit. His voice suddenly

have

will

dark humanoid creature

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

lips and leaned closer to Connel who was

to Connel, the demon

know, in order to survive, we must conquer planets and convert the mana into demonic energy. It's

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

could speak, the demon placed his finger on his mouth

finish

suddenly bore down on

the

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

his hand over his chin, a thoughtful look appeared on the

"... Purposeless?"

his fingers, he looked

That is the

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 work twenty-four hours

once again licked

what do you think would happen if one day that demon got a

his hands on the desk, he leaned his

suddenly out of nowhere that Demon got a purpose? ...Regardless of

do you think

try your best

answered before his body suddenly

"Huh?"

he had gotten swept by the

the demon's face when he

"Correct."

away from the desk, the demon sat down on the

hand, he stared at his long and

pawn? A small piece of a bigger board at play? What would you do if you were

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

H..he's

thought as he secretly swallowed

to reply when the

would obviously be the best

right through Connel's eyes, and the temperature dropped