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

the contrary, their quality of life for them would

really think anything of it if they got rid of him. He knew that he was nothing

was

I take care

a fleeting glimpse of his mother looking at him with a friendly grin on her face as she turned her head and lightly winked her

kneeled down slightly

wouldn't I take care

I not

his face

surprise as she listened to his words, and then she

burden. My life has never been more fulfilled now that you're with me. I'm sure your

embrace of

more confused than

his mother's voice was what broke him out of his

a rare occasion that

sudden burst of excitement once again

a reaction for

Humans…

more

***

Ding—!

System configured

100%

themselves. The demons came, and his

down and stared at the lifeless body of his mother while he

"Why?"

mind replayed the events that had taken place in the

"Kevin, move!"

in an effort to protect him from a demon, but she ended up being the

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

said that you didn't have to take care of me. Why

poking at the dead carcass

too far away from where he

at his mother and father for an undetermined amount of

his heart felt

like this, but for some strange reason, he felt even

'Why is that?'

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

before, and Kevin's progress in strength continued at a steady pace as the years

*

Twenty five years later.

Kevin found himself standing in front

the same as

when compared to his previous life, Kevin was

just by a little bit; it was by quite a large

in his previous life by combining the knowledge he gained

most skilled instructors, which contributed to his

swat his former self in just a couple of moves. He had

eerily familiar,

the world, his eyes glossing over his body. With a raised eyebrow, he

"…You couldn't possibl—"

and a white hue began to emerge from it. It covered

his attack not long after that, and a powerful

"Akashic laws…"

very long. Instead, he appeared to have realized something, as evidenced by the appearance of a faint smile on

piece that I need in order to get