The Author's POV

Bang—!

A figure crashed against a series of buildings, sending them crumbling to the ground.

With another muffled blast, the figure crashed against the ground, and a crater formed around the area around him.

Following the dispersal of the debris and subsequent clearing of the area, Kevin's haggard figure appeared to be seen standing in the midst of the debris.

His clothing was ripped, and he appeared to have a gaping wound in his chest.

His red eyes gleamed under the red, apocalyptic sun that hung in the sky, matching its intensity.

"How pitifully weak..."

A figure with white hair descended from the sky above him in a slow and collected manner. His presence loomed over the world, and his towering figure oppressed anything within its sights.

He looked no different than a god that had descended upon the mortal world, as his every movement caused the world to shake.

"I'm rather disappointed."

Jezebeth spoke while maintaining eye contact with Kevin, who was standing below him.

His icy stare was filled with what could only be described as disappointment, and he raised his hand.

Palm facing Kevin, he mumbled.

"…If you're really all the records have planned in order to stop me, then I really am disappointed."

Booom—!

The world tore apart, and Kevin's vision grew black.

***

"Come, eat your soup, Kevin."

Kevin's ears rang with the sound of a familiar voice as he looked down and took a quick glance at the meal that was in front of him.

It was a straightforward yellow clear soup mixed with a few different vegetables ranging from carrots, broccoli, and the like.

'It's bland, and the nutritional value is low…'

Kevin thought as he brought the soup to his mouth.

The taste of the soup was extremely bland, and it never seemed to fill him, even though he was once again five years old.

The only reason he never grumbled was because he understood that this was the best his caretakers had to offer.

A simple vegetable soup.

Kevin, in all candor, did not comprehend why the records would assign him to such inept caretakers; however, he was not programmed to question the system's decision-making.

The only thing he needed to do was follow orders.

But…

"Why do you take care of me?"

There was still a lingering sense of curiosity in his heart, and he just couldn't help but bring himself to ask his caretaker the one question that had been in his mind ever since his first life.

Why would such a creature risk so much in taking care of him when they couldn't even take care of themselves?

Wouldn't it be more appropriate for them if they just abandoned him and lived for themselves?

were the case, then they wouldn't be experiencing nearly as much suffering as they

of life for

but a burden, and Kevin wouldn't really think anything of it if they got rid of him. He knew that he was

in all, it was

take care

glimpse of his mother looking at him with a friendly grin on her face as she turned her

he was, she kneeled

your mother; why wouldn't

I not a

his

to his words, and then she smiled broadly and

been more fulfilled now that you're with me. I'm sure

warm embrace of his mother, Kevin

more

of his reverie as

a rare occasion that I didn't even notice

burst of excitement once again

a reaction for such a

Humans…

more confusing than he

***

Ding—!

System configured

100%

passed, and the same scenes from the first life repeated themselves. The demons

and stared at the lifeless body of his mother

"Why?"

taken place in the subsequent minutes and seconds, he

"Kevin, move!"

his mother pushing him to the side in an effort to protect him from a demon, but she ended up being the one who was

his mother, followed by his father dragging him away and hiding him in

you didn't have to take care of me. Why did you do something so

at the dead carcass of

father, who was not too far away from where he stood, was completely mangled, and he

his mother and father for an undetermined amount of time while they lay dead on the

heart felt emptier

felt like this, but for some strange reason,

'Why is that?'

away from the area and placed in an orphanage before he even had a chance

and Kevin's

*

Twenty five years later.

himself standing in front

the same as it had been in the

life, Kevin was much more powerful

little bit; it

previous life by combining the knowledge he gained from his previous life with the system given to him by

also received instruction from the most skilled instructors, which contributed

former self in just a couple of moves. He had improved that

look eerily familiar, don't

the world, his eyes glossing over his body. With a

"…You couldn't possibl—"

finish his sentence, Kevin's hand was already raised, and a white hue began to emerge from it.

attack not long after that, and a powerful

"Akashic laws…"

long. Instead, he appeared to have realized something,

that I need in order