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.

do to deserve all

Gulp—!

of saliva, Connel's

"Haa..haaa..."

laborious and sweat tricked down the

leaned back and

drawer, Connel took out a small piece of paper shrouded

you've made your

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

remained fixed on the

eyes alongside the paper, he soon raised his head and his

red eyes shone in the

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

raspy laugh suddenly resounded throughout the room as the spectral figure took a step forward revealing the features of a black

in Connal's hands, he

you interested

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

on the creature before him, he opened his

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."

on the table, the

tell

"A story?"

His voice

don't have

you will wanna hear

Connel, the dark humanoid creature started

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

to Connel who was staring at him with a serious

to Connel, the demon

survive, we must conquer planets and convert the mana into demonic energy. It's the way

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

demon placed his finger on his mouth

me finish my

suddenly bore down on

the

once 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

look appeared on the demon's face as

"... Purposeless?"

his fingers, he

is the best way I could describe

no purpose. Because of the Demon King, we can't do anything we want. How should I say it for

once again licked his

think would happen if one day that demon got

hands on the desk, he leaned his face

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

do you think

would try your

instinctively answered before

"Huh?"

swept by

on the demon's face

"Correct."

desk, the demon sat down on

at his

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

the demon's smile faded. His shift in demeanor

H..he's clearly weaker

thought as he secretly swallowed a mouthful

just about to reply when the

would obviously be the best fucking piece

glare pierced right through Connel's eyes, and the temperature dropped even