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1.

The Demon King has been resurrected.

The gates of the demon realm have opened, and demons have poured out.

The world has entered a period of chaos.

Whenever bored, demons raid villages, and unregistered monsters from the Demon Compendium appear. Moreover, humans who have pledged allegiance to the Demon King have turned into minions, making the world even more cruel.

A new hero is needed.

Over a hundred years ago, more than half of the heroes who sealed the Demon King left this world. The remaining two out of five are too old to embark on an adventure.

People with skills in various fields have started their adventures to defeat the Demon King.

But not everyone is like that.

There are those who see crises as business opportunities. They form mercenary groups and demand hefty rewards for subjugating demons or seek treasures and women that have been passed down in their families for a long time.

Those without power are forced to seek help from the powerful, even if it means paying unfair prices.

While such people exist,

there are also those who don’t care at all.

They remain indifferent no matter how the world turns.

They are individuals who use their strength only for themselves, as if saying they only need to live for themselves.

The magician here is one of them.

-Kwagagak!!

Demons trapped in the whirlpool are torn apart.

Flesh and organs mix together, and bones become twisted.

Their original forms are long gone, and they turn into something resembling corpses.

“……”

The magician brushed his hand.

The whirlpool disappeared.

Corpse-like remains of the torn-apart demons poured down like rain.

The magician walked forward, getting drenched in red rain.

“Oh, don’t…!!”

Another magician wearing a black robe took a step back in fear.

His face was pale.

It was not white due to fear but because it was a corpse.

He is a minion who pledged allegiance to the Demon King and became undead.

Summoning the Dead (Dead man summon)

The magician’s staff gleamed.

A magic circle spread on the ground, and dozens of arms shot up.

Like opening the gates to the afterlife and escaping, the dead crawled out into the mortal realm.

The magician rolled his foot once.

Spell Destruction

The magic circle on the ground shattered like glass, scattering into pieces.

The corpses emerging from the underworld disappeared without even showing their faces. “I’ve always been curious about this,” the magician muttered in a low voice. Mine continued to use magic against the wall, but every time he used it, the magic circle was destroyed. The interval was less than a second. …It’s a monster. It was strange enough for Mine to have such thoughts, but the magician in front of him was a monster. Spell destruction is magic that nullifies the magic circle by reverse calculation. The process is very complex. You need to know the order in which the magic circle is drawn and precisely control the amount of mana. The higher the rank of the magic, the more complex this process becomes. Even intermediate-level 4th-rank magic is difficult to use in practical situations. However, that monster easily shattered 6th-rank magic with a single roll of its foot. -Tak The magician stood in front of Mine. Through messy bangs, his dull blue eyes looked down at Mine. “Can you kill the undead without divine magic?” The magician placed his hand on Mine’s head. “If you were to die, how many times would you have to be killed?” Mana surged violently. Mine’s body trembled. Despite being already dead, he felt the terror of death. “First, once.” Mana struck Mine’s head. -Bang! An explosion occurred in his mind. His skull opened, and brain matter scattered in all directions. Eyeballs popped out like frogs. “Aaaah!” Mine screamed as he pushed the eyeballs back in. “Undead are so dramatic…” The magician put his hand into Mine’s head and caused another explosion. The head shattered into pieces. However, the limbs remained intact and moved normally. After a short wait, the undead’s body regenerated. Flesh grew back, and the head opened like a fruit. “Second.” With an undying body, Mine experienced death dozens of times. Every time his head returned, it exploded again. What had felt like a divine blessing now felt like a curse. There was no pain, but as he had originally been human, the continuous explosions in his head caused immense mental anguish. “Stop…! Please stop…!” Mine pleaded desperately. “Why am I like this?”

The wizard flicked away the flesh caught between his fingers and placed his hand on Mine’s head once again.

“If you wanted to stop, you should have been stronger than me.”

“Uh, ugh…!”

“Blame your own weakness.”

“Uwaaaah…!!”

Unable to withstand the psychological terror, Mine forcibly tore apart the contract with the Demon King. The price was death.

“Tsk.”

Watching Mine melt away like ice, the wizard Evan clicked his tongue.

2.

Kafra Village, Adventurers’ Union.

Even when the world was in danger, the adventurers remained cheerful. They gathered in the union, drinking and chatting loudly since morning.

However, the lively atmosphere quieted down with the arrival of a man.

-Thud, thud.

A man dressed in shabby robes.

Messy, unkempt blond hair.

His eyes visible through his bangs were filled with weariness.

Adventurer Evan.

He was called a tyrant in this area.

He destroyed anything that annoyed him.

No matter what it was.

He had fought numerous battles in the village and treated the detention center as his own home.

The adventurers held their breath and stared.

Evan was covered in bloodstains, indicating he had done something terrible.

There was flesh stuck to the sleeves of his robe.

It was quite impressive to enter the village in such a state.

Perhaps even the guards were scared and just let him pass.

Evan went to the guide.

-Plop.

He dropped something in front of the guide.

It was an eyeball.

The guide let out a horrified scream at the sight of the eyeball.

“W-What is this…?”

“A mine’s eyeball.”

“Yes…?”

“Go to the mansion and confirm the corpse.”

The adventurers began to buzz with excitement.

A few days ago, mines appeared near the village in the forest. They killed a family living in the forest and occupied their mansion. Then, they summoned various monsters and unleashed them in the forest.

Since they didn’t know when the village would be attacked, they sought help from the Imperial Knights.

However, the Imperial Knights were too busy guarding the demon realm frontlines to spare any attention for a distant village.

That’s why they entrusted the dangerous mission to the Adventurers’ Union, offering a huge reward.

Who would take on such a perilous request?

Knowing how dangerous mines were, the adventurers scoffed.

But it was Evan who took on the task and defeated them.

I did not organize a party and did it alone.

I received a request yesterday and completed it in just one day.

“You defeated them? The mines?”

The guide said, as if not believing.

I know Evan is strong.

He can easily handle any request.

But I didn’t expect him to capture the mine so easily.

“Uh.”

Evan didn’t say much.

“Confirm the body and put the repair on the adventurer card.”

After reporting the completion of the request, Evan turned away.

On the way back, he took the bottles of alcohol the adventurers were drinking.

No one could say anything.

If they catch him here, they have to be prepared to be hospitalized in the temple.

Evan’s behavior is not something that happens once or twice.

-Ding-Grang

One silver coin fell on the table.

I felt bad, but since I was paid properly, I decided to stay quiet.

Evan went to the inn, drinking cheap liquor.

His room is at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the inn.

Bottles of alcohol rolling on the floor.

There are empty bottles on the bed too.

Evan lay on the bed and lit a cigarette.

His body emitted a stench of blood, but he didn’t care.

He stared at the wall with dull eyes.

It has been five years since the painful breakup.

During those five years, Evan has grown significantly.

He studied to become stronger, and every day was a series of battles.

He didn’t discriminate against his opponents.

Even if he became tattered rags, he fought and learned magic, destroying everything in his path.

He killed demons over and over again.

Alcohol and violence were the most effective remedies for forgetting sadness. Alcohol made his worn-out mind feel good, and during moments of violence, he felt exhilaration and didn’t have to think about anything else.

It’s really pathetic.

After five years, he’s still like this.

It feels like he’s cursed because he still can’t forget that woman.

Evan chuckled.

He laughed like a madman, then drank and laughed like a madman again.

It’s not really a good feeling.

Alcohol-soaked brains make laughter come out on their own.

“Ha…”

Exhaling a sweet breath, he got up from the bed.

He had already finished one bottle.

He needed another bottle.

Evan staggered to his feet and left the room.

“Heeey!”

I saw Evan walking from the end of the corridor and a guest who had just left their room went back inside. It’s no wonder they were surprised to see a man covered in blood staggering towards them.

“Boom, crash!”

As Evan was coming down the stairs, he missed a step and tumbled down.

The people on the first floor, who were having their meal, looked at Evan.

“Hahaha!”

Evan lay on the floor, triumphant.

“You fell flat on your face, bam!”

He laughs while pounding the floor.

Even the soreness in his body made Evan laugh uncontrollably.

His life had become colorless.