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?

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

of life for them would

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

was the most logical

I take

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

was, she kneeled down

mother; why wouldn't I take care of

not a

asked, his face

to one of surprise as she listened to his words, and

burden. My life has never been more fulfilled

of his mother,

more confused than

of his reverie as she suddenly

rare

excitement

is she showing such 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, and his parents died trying

at the lifeless body of his mother

"Why?"

had taken place in the subsequent minutes and

"Kevin, move!"

him to the side in an effort to protect him from a demon,

mother, followed by his father dragging him away and

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

poking at the dead carcass of his

from where he

and stared at his mother and father for an

his heart felt emptier than

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

'Why is that?'

in an orphanage before he even had a

and Kevin's progress in strength continued at a steady

*

Twenty five years later.

himself standing in front

as it had been

compared to his previous life, Kevin was much more powerful

bit; it was by quite

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

also received instruction from the most skilled instructors, which contributed to his

former self in just a couple of moves. He

eerily familiar, don't

throughout the world, his eyes glossing over his body.

"…You couldn't possibl—"

began to emerge from it. It covered the entire

not long after that, and a powerful wave of

"Akashic laws…"

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

see...so you're the missing piece that I need in