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 were right

their quality of

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

in all, it was the

I take care

looking at him with a friendly

he was, she kneeled down slightly and

why wouldn't I take care of

not

asked, his face

to his words, and then

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

the soft and warm embrace of his mother,

was more confused than

of his reverie as

You spoke! It's such a rare occasion that I

sudden burst of excitement once again made Kevin

such a reaction for

Humans…

creatures far more confusing

***

Ding—!

System configured

100%

the first life repeated themselves. The demons came, and

at the lifeless body of his mother while

"Why?"

mind replayed the events that had taken place in the subsequent minutes and

"Kevin, move!"

in an effort to

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

care of me. Why did

at the dead carcass of

far away from where he stood, was completely mangled, and

stared at his mother and father for an undetermined amount of time while they

heart felt emptier

usually felt like this, but for some strange

'Why is that?'

arrived, he was whisked away from the area and placed in an orphanage before he even had a chance

and Kevin's progress in strength continued

*

Twenty five years later.

Kevin found himself standing

as it had been

previous life, Kevin was much more powerful

just by a little bit; it was by quite

he had been in his previous life by combining the knowledge

most skilled instructors, which contributed to

his former self in just a couple of moves. He

eerily familiar, don't

eyes glossing over his body. With

"…You couldn't possibl—"

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

launched his attack not long after that, and a powerful

"Akashic laws…"

face didn't last for very long. Instead, he appeared to have realized

missing piece that I need