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Novel, [Decaphrium]

It is a story of a prince from a ruined kingdom with the same title as the novel, rebuilding the kingdom.

In the process, battles with the emperor, numerous demons, disasters, hardships, leading to the resurrection of the kingdom.

“The information I know stops here.”

Unfortunately, I did not read this novel properly.

A friend who owned the entire series of this novel offered to lend it to me, but I hadn’t had the chance to receive it due to being busy.

Therefore, regretfully, I postponed reading the novel after the first volume.

“Why possess a character from a novel you haven’t even read…”

I looked around.

Just a small room.

This small room where I lived while preparing for employment was my space.

However, my appearance had changed significantly.

Black hair and crimson eyes.

A fair complexion with quite a handsome man standing in front of the mirror.

“…”

I knew who this being was.

The final boss of Decaphrium, a being secretly served by many leaders of kingdoms and empires including the emperor.

Frustrated that the true identity was never revealed until the end, feeling slightly disappointed that the plot didn’t resolve properly.

Evil spirit, Demian.

His depicted appearance, even his illustration, resembled him too much.

“Why possess this character of all characters.”

Outside the window, nothing could be seen except black.

I tried to open the door and go outside, but unfortunately, the door didn’t open at all.

As if to remind me that this small room was the maximum space I could occupy, an alarm would sound whenever the front door or window creaked.

If you ask what I could do here, I could only watch the scenes on the TV.

“Yes, the key figures of Decaphrium.”

Just quietly observing what they were doing.

Realizing that this was all I could do in this room, I felt rather empty.

So for 13 years, I watched the key figures on that TV grow up from childhood.

The original work twisted.

“Evil spirit, that damn evil spirit! I resent him even in death! Destroying our kingdom…”

“Hahaha, who listened to such talk till the end? Wouldn’t it have been better to just quietly stay locked up in a corner? There was no need to die like this!”

“Ugh, ugh…..”

“Let your father hear you say that. I don’t know if he will tolerate your mischief but still!”

Because I hadn’t read the novel, I didn’t hear about the protagonist dying.

If such a thing had happened, spoilers would have definitely leaked, so it’s clear that such events didn’t occur.

So for 10 years.

My followers were so capable.

“Evil spirit, Lord Demian. Ah, Lord Demian. Soon, when you come down here, you will be able to place the whole world under your feet… We will make sure of that.”

…

From 23 to 24 years of being trapped in this room without being able to do anything, I watched them grow from newborns into beautiful young women or men.

The original work twisted severely, the protagonist died, and my followers completely dominated the world.

The people easily fell for propaganda, living in a daily life full of manipulation and fabrication.

While the elites inflated their own wealth, they offered numerous sacrifices to the evil spirits.

However, speaking as the evil spirit myself, isn’t the evil spirit religion a bit tacky?

Or is it just me.

“Father, please grant me the opportunity to welcome you.”

“Brother, am I not the first?”

“Younger sibling, no matter what, there are laws about order and rules.”

I was born with a saint and a saintess I never made.

“Ah, demon. Embrace me in your arms. Allow me to worship you forever.”

There are many crazy women among strange zealots.

“I will corrupt the World Tree for you. Only the demon, you are everything to me.”

There were crazy elves too.

So many offerings piled up.

Bodies stacked like mountains, blood surrounding them like rivers.

Ceiling filled with countless human heads.

Anyway, amidst a quite creepy and eerie scene, the saint and the saintess sang a song.

“Our Father, grant us salvation! Convict us of our sins, and shower your love upon our faith! Make lines fall by the sword in your hand, and punish hypocrisy. Oh, Father….”

What is this? I didn’t create this either.

No.

It just suddenly came into being at some point, and I myself didn’t know exactly how it was created.

Come to think of it, this demon. Isn’t it more like a water rocket than expected?

“Praise Him! Praise! Our Father will soon come to the world!”

With those words, every time I tried to leave the room, a message appeared on the square hologram panel that had blocked me.

“The disciples of the congregation summon you.”

“This is mandatory.”

What is this, I don’t want to go among those lunatics.

I’ve known those guys since they were babies; that zealot woman over there killed her sister with a rock when she was four.

And the saint and the saintess… well, they’re somewhat pitiful, so let’s skip them.

The strange addict here has come this far after being robbed and killed by her younger sister…

And that woman… she’s the original heroine, but it’s still a mystery why she’s here.

I’ve seen her occasionally on TV, but since the protagonist died, she has been quietly living as a disciple, so I don’t really understand.

Probably something like revenge.

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Anyway, I don’t want to go there!

Feeling like something is dragging me away, I urgently grabbed the leg of the table next to me.

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It’s getting stronger.

The force pulling as if my leg would tear apart kept getting stronger.

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This time, a hand suddenly emerged in front of my eyes and made my hand slip off the table leg.

That way, I was helplessly dragged by that force.

And when I opened my eyes again, it was amidst brutally dead bodies.

The stench of horrible blood and decaying corpses was strong, but strangely, I felt nothing.

I faced a man who was calmly looking at me.

“Father! Thank you for coming all the way here for us! We truly appreciate it!”

The handsome blond youth said that and bowed deeply to me.

Many other followers around also bowed their heads towards me.

Hey, I didn’t come here, I was dragged here.

I wanted to say that, but everyone gathered here believed in their reasons for summoning me.

Abandoned siblings from the village, mercenaries who lost their families, even a child born between a dragon and a human.

They summoned me with their own stories… I couldn’t just bluntly say I’m not interested.

I casually set the mood.

“All the children who receive my love are gathered here, so it’s nothing special for me to come here.”

“You must be lacking sacrifices, but you personally came to repay our faith…”

No, you called me.

You sang the summoning hymn, Abel.

“Saint, Abel. I dare greet Father.”

“Oh, hello, Saint Veronica….”

She used to be a spirited girl, but she seemed nervous standing in front of me.

I looked around as if nothing had happened, smiling faintly.

But to say that even with this many corpses, the sacrifice is still insufficient.

…They must be joking, right?

“My children. I know everything about the lives you’ve lived since you were born.”

I’ve spent over twenty years watching your life dramas because there’s nothing else to do in the corner.

“I cannot help but overflow with love for your efforts to punish hypocrisy and spread me.”

Of course, I haven’t done anything like that at all.

Suddenly, the kids became so capable that they handled everything themselves.

They started wars between kingdoms from hiding below, collected numerous corpses, and killed holy warriors.

Thinking about it, this group is truly garbage, here.

“First, Abel, Veronica, Cecilia, Ryu, Adele, Mary, Beatrice. You have no idea how fortunate you are to have grown so well.”

In order: saint, maiden, original heroine, alchemist, half-dragon, high elf, princess.

The combination is truly absurd.

Where else can you find such a stark combination?

Come to think of it, apart from the saint and the alchemist, there are no men in this combination, right?

Seeing that the main characters are mostly women… well, there must have been reasons for the high satisfaction with the work.

“My beloved children. You must repay the sacrifice.”

[Will you reward the believers?]

This mysterious system floated before my eyes, asking me if I would reward them for this terrible sacrifice.

In fact, the children I mentioned earlier have been under my watchful eye since they were very young.

…Except for the half-dragon and the high elf.

Anyway, in the current state where even the slightest hint of human nature that feels disgust at seeing corpses has lost its meaning, it felt like just a trivial prank by the unaffected children.

If I were to say it felt cute… that would make me feel disgusted with myself.

Well, since becoming this kind of body, I haven’t experienced things like sleep or appetite, so I must be completely divine now, right?

“I shall bestow upon you sufficient rewards.”

[Saint, gifted [Saint’s Book] to [Abel].]

[Maiden, bestowed [Judgment Sword] upon [Veronica].]

[Descendant of the Dragon, presented [Dragon Heart of the Wyrm] to [Adele]…]

…

A white light flowed from my hands and began to scatter around, gifting each individual with suitable items.

Apart from this, two other key figures who were dispatched, and although I don’t know the life stories of every single one, rewards were given to several believers.

‘…So, how long should I keep up this act?’

[Summoned through a magic circle made of the sap of the corrupted World Tree, you cannot return.]

“…Huh?”

I was taken aback, but everyone seemed focused on the rewards I had given, not noticing my confusion.

It’s only at times like these that I feel just like when I was young… No, that’s not it.

‘So, when will it be possible then?’

[It is impossible.]

“…”

It seems like my peaceful life as a recluse demon in the corner has come to an end.

Damn.