Chapter 198: Human And Demon (2)
“You just have to create life.”
“What, what the heck······?!”
Belphegor suddenly turns red in the face and panics.
He steps back, covering his body with his arms, and looks at me like I’m a monster.
Why is he acting like this all of a sudden?
‘No. It’s actually impossible.’
It’s easy to say, but it’s actually impossible.
Creating life.
If that were possible, it wouldn’t be human anymore, but the realm of the gods.
“That would make me a creator. That’s out of the question.”
“Ah······.”
“Why. What were you thinking?”
“I thought you were thinking of something shameless······.”
“Shameless?”
I thought about it for 3 seconds.
Only then did I realize what Belphegor was talking about.
It was a completely different story from what I had in mind.
“That’s reproduction. I have to create my own ‘world within me’, and that won’t work. That’s the world within the newborn baby, not mine.”
“Can’t you just kill the baby and take over its world?”
“······.”
“······.”
I was speechless for a moment.
To conceive a new life and then kill it to take away its inner world······.
It was such a demonic way of thinking that I was shocked.
“From now on, you can’t go outside a 50-meter radius without my permission. You can’t talk to or touch anyone else without my permission.”
“What, what?! Why? Why?!”
Belphegor must never be let loose.
Of course, he has never killed anyone directly because he is a bird from birth, but I can’t help but be uneasy.
In theory, he is already one of the most evil beings in the world.
“But why are you······.”
“Hmm?”
“Why do you still recognize me?”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“No······.”
Only then did I realize.
He had clearly destroyed my inner world and erased my existence.
Belphegor still recognizes and remembers me.
Was I not the only one who could remember me?
“Excuse me. My name is-“
I walked towards a nearby house and met people.
To see if they could remember or recognize me.
If possible, to what extent.
I found out.
First of all, it is possible for people to recognize me.
However, that’s when they don’t know who I am.
The moment my identity is revealed to some extent, I am erased from their memory and become unrecognizable.
Of course, my name is erased if I say it.
Even if I explain my exploits in Elvengard and Cologne and the other person deduces my identity, my memory is erased.
So what happens when I appear in front of someone who can recognize me and someone who can’t?
Both of them will not be able to recognize me.
Do you know how it feels when you are having a conversation and someone who can’t recognize you suddenly enters and everyone else treats you like you are invisible?
It’s more pathetic than you can imagine.
It’s not so much lonely as it is miserable.
I feel this way even when I’m ignored by someone I’ve never met before.
How would it feel to be ignored by the heroines?
The ones who whispered that they loved me.
How would it feel if the ones I love so much don’t recognize me, treat me like a stranger, or don’t even recognize me at all?
I don’t even want to imagine it.
That heartbreaking experience is enough for 12 regressions.
I don’t want any more.
“But what are you really? How do you still remember me?”
“I, I don’t know! Even if you ask me that······.”
But it’s strange.
Belphegor knows my name and my deeds, so how does he still remember me?
Is there another condition that I don’t know about?
If so, is it possible that the heroines still remember me?
For a moment, I had such a hope.
Of course, that hope was.
“What happened?”
“That······. Someone appeared and wiped out the undead with a strange magic······.”
“Who was it? Who the hell was it?!”
“Yes? Who was it? Huh? Huh? Who was it? I’m sure I heard the name?”
“What’s going on? No one remembers that person’s name?”
“I heard it too, but strangely enough, I can’t remember······.”
The moment I faced them, it all came crashing down.
“Yerina. Don’t you hear me? It’s me.”
“What?!”Yerina, startled by the tap on her shoulder, grabs her sword.
Then she looks around in confusion.
She seemed to sense something, but she couldn’t recognize me.
As I expected, it seems that those who know my face cannot recognize me from the beginning.
I had expected it, but it was a disappointing reaction.
‘I have to recover my existence as soon as possible.’
But there are no clues yet.
According to the underworld god, it is not impossible to create a new world within me.
There is also the method that Belphegor mentioned······.
‘To take the world of another? How is that any different from murder?’
I can’t do that.
It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I can’t.
I’m not even going to put it on my list of last resorts.
The moment I choose that path, I will no longer be human.
I intend to remain human forever.
I have no desire to become an ugly monster.
I’d rather die.
I’d rather give up everything than become a monster.
That’s my decision.
It’s a realization I came to after 12 reincarnations, of what is most important.
-Bad boy-
“······.”
The magic sword that I hold in my hand murmurs.
When I first took it out of the tombstone and held it, it was so noisy that I thought I was going crazy, saying things like, “Why did you come so late?” and “Do you know how lonely and difficult it was to be trapped in a stone for what felt like 10 years?”
After holding and stroking it for a long time, it has finally calmed down and its voice is now calm.
“Something feels strange······. Is this me? No, I mean, it was part of me?”
“Yes. It was born from your magic. In a way, you could say it’s your child.”
“······.”
-I can’t believe it. The mad demon king, Belphegor, who swept through the present world, is my mother, a horned slave girl?-
Both of them refuse in shock.
It was the moment when the bond between parent and child was broken.
I held the magic sword for a while and examined it, and came to this thought.
“What if I absorb Belphegor into the magic sword?”
-Oh! Then I’ll be less lonely–
“That, that much······! No. No, no. Please. Please, okay? Yes? I don’t want that······.”
In an instant, joy and sorrow are mixed.
The magic sword cries out, saying it’s good, while Belphegor grabs my ankles and cries.
Her tears and snot are already all over her face.
“Are you embarrassed to carry me around? Are you afraid that people will find out that I’m a demon because of these horns? Then should I break these horns······? Should I cut them off? Yes? Huh?”
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Broken horns are good in their own way, but I can’t do that.
It’s possible to break them, but it’s impossible to make them grow back.
It’s like how long hair is superior to short hair, not because long hair is prettier, but because long hair can become short hair, but short hair cannot immediately become long hair.
“No. I’m not breaking your horns.”
“Th, that’s right. You were that kind of person······. The kind of human who doesn’t trample on other people’s identities.”
“······.”
It was just a matter of personal preference.
I was misunderstood in a strange way.
But I didn’t feel the need to correct it.
“Ah, I got it! I’ll go inside the magic sword! I’ll stay here quietly! I’ll only come out when you tell me to, okay? Please don’t melt me into the sword······. Please, please. I don’t want to be trapped somewhere again······.”
Belphegor grabs my pants and sobs.
I didn’t say anything, but she’s lost in her own delusions.
But if she’s going to voluntarily go into the magic sword and stay there quietly, I won’t stop her.
“Okay. Then come in.”
“Ugh, huh······.”
I pull out the magic sword and hand it to her, and Belphegor closes her eyes as she holds it.
Then Belphegor suddenly opens her eyes in surprise.
She suddenly screams and her body turns into magic, and she is sucked into the magic sword.
“Yes······?”
But the inside smells strange.
I thought there would be no problem since the magic sword is the body of the sword, and Belphegor is just going inside it for a while.
As soon as the magic sword and Belphegor, who had turned into magic, touched, they could not mix and reacted with rejection, twisting violently.
“Hey, hey!”
“······Wow. Whirlwind, sword.”
The magic sword twists and rises in a whirlwind.
I tried to suppress it in a panic, but it was impossible.
I was worried because it was raging as if it was going to pierce the sky.
Fortunately, it soon subsided and gradually regained its original form.When it finally stabilized and took the form of a sword again.
A voice rang out from the inside.
But this is······.
It’s not the voice of the magic sword?
-I won!-
“What······?”
“I said I won!”
Whirl.
Suddenly, the magic sword melted and transformed into a woman with black skin in an instant, and she shouted.
I was so embarrassed that I was speechless.
“Come back.”
“Hieuk······?!”
When I gave a quiet command, it returned to the form of a magic sword and was held in my hand, the magic sword······ no, Belphegor.
When I looked closely, I could see that the aura of the magic sword had really changed.
The scent of the magic sword, which had been only a part of Belphegor, had disappeared without a trace.
It felt like I was holding Belphegor in my hand.
“Did you kill the magic sword?”
-Master, you killed it. Oh my. I was just trying to get inside, but it just disappeared on its own······-
It seems that the magic sword was absorbed into Belphegor, the main body.
This was not in my plan.
Somehow, I got my hands on Ego Sword (True).