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?

experiencing nearly as

quality of life for them

they got rid of him. He knew that he was

was

do I take care of

caught 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

he was, she kneeled down slightly and

your mother; why wouldn't I take

not

his face

changed to one of surprise as she listened to his words, and then she smiled broadly

more fulfilled now that you're

the soft and warm embrace of

more confused

out of his reverie as she suddenly squeezed him more tightly in her

It's such a rare occasion that I didn't

burst of excitement once again made Kevin

a reaction for such

Humans…

far more confusing than

***

Ding—!

System configured

100%

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

the lifeless body of his

"Why?"

in

"Kevin, move!"

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

his eyes, he witnessed the dismemberment of his mother, followed by his father dragging him away

to take care of me. Why did you

poking at the dead carcass of

away from where he stood, was completely mangled, and he was no

the ground and stared at his mother and father for an undetermined amount of

heart felt emptier than

felt like this, but for some strange

'Why is that?'

whisked away from the area and placed in an orphanage before he

before, and Kevin's progress in strength continued at a steady

*

Twenty five years later.

found himself standing in

face was the same as it had been

to his previous life, Kevin was much

just by a little bit; it was by

he had been in his previous life by combining the knowledge he gained from his previous life with the system given

most skilled instructors, which contributed to

swat his former self in just a

look eerily familiar,

voice rang throughout the world, his eyes glossing over his body. With a raised eyebrow,

"…You couldn't possibl—"

Kevin's hand was already raised, and a white hue began to emerge from it. It covered

long after that, and a powerful

"Akashic laws…"

Instead, he appeared to have realized

piece that I need