The Author's POV

Chapter 691

"Are my words bringing back memories to you?"

It was Jezebeth's words that coaxed Kevin out of his thoughts and back into the present. When he raised his head, he looked directly into Jezebeth's eyes.

"How much do you know?"

Kevin asked, his eyes losing focus every so slightly.

"Not much."

Jezebeth replied, walking around the patch of grass he was on.

"My recollections are rather disorganized. Only fragments of the past remain in my memory. Many times, I recall beating you. I recall the various methods I used to defeat you...but I do not recall the exact events that transpired."

Jezebeth's feet came to a sudden pause, and his head turned.

"...Of course, this is due to the fact that I have not yet amassed every fragment. Once I've collected each and every one of them, I'll naturally remember everything."

"I see..."

Kevin blankly stared at Jezebeth and slowly closed his eyes. No one knew what was on his mind at the moment.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and stared directly at Jezebeth.

"...So the reason why you called for me is just for this?"

"No, no, no."

Jezebeth waved his hands in the air.

Even though his actions were a little over the top, Kevin felt uneasy around him.

Jezebeth exuded an air of calm and self-assurance, which gave the impression that he had everything under control at all times...and Kevin's countless regressions had proven that this was the case the majority of the time.

Of course, things were different this time.

Jezebeth continued.

"Not really the reason I called you here. I've just been wondering. If the records are your enemy, why don't you just work with me? ... Why don't you just allow me to consume the earth and access the records? I can put an end to them for you. If that is your objective."

Kevin merely smiled at Jezebeth before lowering his head and murmuring.

"...You wouldn't understand."

"What wouldn't I understand?"

Jezebeth asked, the smile on his face fading.

can tell, your objective is the records. The same applies to me. If we work together, we will

"Heh..."

soft chuckle, and Jezebeth's

capable of beating the records? Me? The being that was created by

shook his head and waved his hand in the

sky, the mountains...it seemed as though everything was beginning to shatter like glass, including

me to fight the records. You should know full well

was common knowledge that a puppet couldn't fight its own

whether Kevin hated the records or wanted to fight them, it was impossible for

was against his very nature, and betrayal would

me, and I

retracted his hand briefly before turning around and raising it once more. A dazzling white glow materialized on his

I needed

he was in, he heard a couple

attention toward him and began to formulate his response. However, just as he was about to open his mouth to respond, his eyes stopped

"Wha―"

he extended his hand in front of him and then slowly closed it into

need to be shocked. I'm sure 'he' will be even more shocked than you, but that doesn't matter. Our time together is

Crash―!

could even finish his sentence, the world around him shattered into a

take care of your body. It'd be a pity

only able to hear those words for a moment before he was whisked away and found

"Cough...Cough...Cough..."

that point that he once more began violently coughing, and blood once more began to spill all over the floor, splattering all over

intensify, he had no choice but to get down on one knee and support himself by placing his arm

'Shit...'

from the consequences of his decision to use

it weren't for the thin layer of mana that was still circulating through

"Blergh."

led to him vomiting, and the floor was soon splattered with even more blood. The world began to spin, and

last bit of sanity he had and managed to keep his

vision spun, and his eyes drifted toward his

have much time

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pretty sight. The sky was pitch black, and the surface lands were demolished; large swaths of the ground were pitted with craters and radiated with residual demonic

lying on the ground, where they had been left, even though it had been weeks

the air, permeating a significant portion of Immorra's landscape,

a single living

C..crack―!

in one of the secluded parts of Immorra by a disruption in the sky, which was

gate that two

in the world as the demonic

surface of the world, a voice that

"...What happened over here?"

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