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?

then they wouldn't be experiencing nearly as much suffering as

the contrary, their quality of life for them would

if they got rid of him. He knew that he was nothing but a

was

I take care

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

kneeled down

why wouldn't I take care of

not

his

expression changed to one of surprise as she listened to his words,

would you ever be a burden. My life has never been more fulfilled now

embrace of his mother, Kevin didn't say

was more

voice was what broke him out of his reverie as she suddenly squeezed

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

excitement once again

showing such a reaction for such a trivial

Humans…

creatures far more confusing than

***

Ding—!

System configured

100%

the first life repeated themselves. The

the lifeless body of his mother while he prodded her flesh with

"Why?"

that had taken place in the subsequent

"Kevin, move!"

effort to protect him from a demon, but she

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

didn't have to take care of

the dead carcass of his

from where he

sat on the ground and stared at his mother and father for an

his heart felt

this, but for some

'Why is that?'

area and placed in an orphanage before

it had been before, and Kevin's progress in strength continued at

*

Twenty five years later.

again, Kevin found himself standing

face was the same as it had

to his previous life, Kevin was much

a little bit; it was

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

from the most skilled instructors, which contributed to his

self in just

eerily familiar,

rang throughout the world, his eyes glossing over

"…You couldn't possibl—"

began to emerge from it. It covered the

long after that, and a powerful wave of energy headed in Jezebeth's

"Akashic laws…"

expression of shock on Jezebeth's face didn't last for very long. Instead, he appeared to have realized something, as evidenced by the appearance of a faint smile on

I need