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—!

mouthful of saliva,

"Haa..haaa..."

laborious and sweat tricked down the

he leaned back

small

made

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

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

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

and red eyes shone in the

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

spectral figure took a step forward

contract in Connal's

you interested in signing

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

still fixed on the creature before him, he opened his

I sign a contract with you?...in terms of strength, you are only a Count ranked demon, while I'm ranked. Wouldn't

"...You could."

and sitting on the table, the black humanoid

tell you a

"A story?"

His voice suddenly

don't have time

I'll bet you will wanna

the dark humanoid creature started to

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

his lips and leaned closer to Connel who was staring at him with a

leaned closer to Connel, the demon

survive, we must conquer planets and convert the mana

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

demon placed his finger on his mouth

me finish

pressure suddenly bore down on the

however, the demon simply shrugged it

a demon. Just like any other

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

"... Purposeless?"

he

the best way I could describe his

How should I say it for you humans

once

happen if one day that demon got

desk, he leaned his face closer to

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

you

try your

instinctively answered before his body suddenly

"Huh?"

had gotten swept by the demon's

on the demon's face when

"Correct."

from the desk, the demon sat

his hand, he stared at his long and

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

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

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

secretly swallowed a

to reply when the demon answered

be the best fucking piece out

Connel's eyes,