episode_0198

“All you have to do is conceive life.”

“What, what what…?!”

Belphegor suddenly gets scared with his cheeks turning red.

He steps back, covers himself with his arms, and looks at me like I’m a devil.

Why is he acting like that all of a sudden?

‘no. Is it virtually impossible?’

It’s easier said than done, but in reality it’s impossible.

Creating life.

If such a thing is possible, it is already the realm of God, not man.

“At that point, I’m no different from the creator. This is dismissal.”

“ah······.”

“Why. What were you thinking?”

“I wondered if you were thinking of doing something shameless…”

“Shameless?”

I spent 3 seconds wondering what that meant.

Only then did I realize what Belphegor was talking about.

It was a completely different story from what I thought.

“That’s reproduction, right? I need to create a ‘world inside myself’ for myself, but that’s not enough. That’s the world inside the new baby, not mine.”

“Isn’t it okay to kill the baby and usurp the world?”

“······.”

“······.”

I was speechless for a moment.

Conceive a new life, then kill that life and take away the world inside…

I was embarrassed because it was truly a devil-like way of thinking.

“From now on, you cannot go beyond a 50-meter radius without my permission. You cannot talk to or touch other people without my permission.”

“W-What?! Why? Why?!”

Belphegor must never be left loose.

Of course, since he was born with a bird’s chest, he has never committed murder before, but even so, he can’t help but feel anxious.

Based on theory alone, it is already the world’s most vicious level.

“But why are you…”

“huh?”

“Why do you still recognize me?”

“What kind of nonsense is this all of a sudden?”

“no······.”

Only then did I realize it.

It clearly destroyed the world inside me and erased my existence.

Belphegor still recognizes and remembers me well.

Wasn’t Mijeong the only one who could remember me?

“Excuse me. My name is-”

I went to a nearby private house and met people.

Can you remember or recognize me?

If possible, what are the conditions?

According to what I’ve found.

First of all, it is possible for people to recognize me.

But that’s only when I don’t know who I am.

From the moment my identity is revealed to some extent, I am erased from their memories and become unrecognizable.

Of course, if you say your name, it will be erased.

Even if the opponent deduces my identity by explaining my activities in Elvengarde and Cologne, the memory is erased.

So what happens when I appear in front of people who can recognize me and people who don’t?

Neither of them will be able to recognize me.

Do you know the feeling of being in the middle of a conversation when someone you don’t recognize walks in and suddenly everyone in the area treats you like an invisible person?

I feel more crappy than I could imagine.

Rather than being lonely, you become miserable.

This is what happens when you get ignored by someone you just met for the first time.

How does it feel to be ignored in front of heroines?

The girls who whispered that they loved me.

What on earth does it feel like when the girls I love so much don’t recognize me, treat me like someone else, or don’t even recognize me?

I don’t even want to imagine it.

For such a heartbreaking experience, 12 regressions are enough.

I don’t like it anymore.

“But what are you really? How do you still remember me?”

“I don’t know! Even if you ask me that…”

But it’s strange.

How does Belphegor still remember me when he knows my name and my whereabouts?

Are there other conditions that I don’t know about?

Then, isn’t it possible that the heroines still remember me?

Suddenly, such hope arose.

Of course, that hope.

“What happened?”

“Well… someone appeared and swept away the undead with an unusual step…”

“Who was it? Who on earth?!”

“Huh? Who was it? Huh? Huh? Who was it? I’m sure I heard your name?”

“What happened? No one remembers his name?”

“I heard it too, but strangely I remember it…”

The moment I faced them, I completely broke down.

“Yerina. Can’t you hear me? It’s me.”

“What?!”

When Yerina is touched on the shoulder, she is startled and grabs the sword.

Then he looks around and becomes confused.

I felt something, but couldn’t seem to recognize myself.

Is it really impossible for anyone who knows my face to recognize me from the beginning?

Although it was expected, it was a reaction that was completely underwhelming.

‘We must restore our existence as soon as possible.’

The reality is that we don’t even have a clue yet.

According to the words of the Underworld God, it is not impossible to create a new world within.

There is also a method that Belphegor mentioned…

‘Take away someone else’s world? ‘How is that any different from murder?’

That shouldn’t happen.

It’s not that I don’t like it, I just don’t like it.

I do not intend to even include it in the last option.

The moment I choose that way, I cease to be human.

I plan to remain human forever.

I have absolutely no desire to be reduced to an ugly monster.

If that happens, I will die.

I will give up everything if I want to become a monster.

That’s my decision.

After going through 12 regressions, I realized what was most important.

|Bad boy|

“······.”

A magic sword that is being held in my hand and chanting.

When I first took it out of the gravestone and held it, I thought I was going crazy because it was so noisy, asking why I came so late, wondering how lonely and difficult it was being trapped in the stone, and asking if it felt like 10 years had passed.

After holding and stroking the tang for a while, his voice seems to have calmed down a bit.

“Something feels strange… Is this me? No, you mean it was a part of me?”

“That’s right. Because he was born from your demon energy. In a way, you could say he is your child.”

“······eww.”

|I can’t admit it. Belphegor, the crazy arch-demon who was sweeping the world, wouldn’t have known that the horned slave girl was my mother.

Both sides are shocked and refuse.

It was the moment when the bond between parents and children was broken.

I held the magic sword and looked at it for a while, and came to this thought.

“How about absorbing Belphegor into the magic sword?”

|Oh! Then I’ll be less lonely too-|

“Well, I don’t like that much… No, no, no. Please look at it. Please, okay? Yes? I don’t like that much…”

Joy and sorrow are mixed in an instant.

The magic sword was crying out loud and Belphegor was crying while holding my ankle.

It’s so miserable that tears and snot are already running down my face.

“Is it because you’re uncomfortable carrying me around? Are you afraid that this horn will reveal that you’re a demon? Then, should I break this horn…? Can I grind it down? Huh? Huh?”

Broken horns are good in their own way, but they can’t be.

It’s possible to destroy it, but it’s impossible to make it grow again.

The reason why long hair is superior to short hair is not because long hair is prettier, but because long hair can become short hair, but short hair cannot immediately become long hair.

“No. The horns are not broken.”

“Well, it was like that. You were that kind of person… the kind of person who wouldn’t carelessly trample on other people’s identities…”

“······.”

It was just a matter of personal preference.

I had a strange misunderstanding.

But I didn’t feel the need to correct it.

“Ah, okay! I’ll stay inside the magic sword! I’ll stay inside here! I’ll come out only when you tell me to come out, okay? Please don’t let me melt inside the sword… I’m begging you, please. I’ll be somewhere else too. “I don’t like being locked up…”

Belphegor cries out, holding on to the leg of my pants.

I didn’t say anything, but I’m just like this because I’m paranoid.

Still, I won’t hesitate as long as you voluntarily come into the magic sword and remain calm.

“Okay then, come in.”

“Heung, hmmm….”

When I pulled out the magic sword and handed it to him, Belphegor held the sword and closed his eyes.

Then Belphegor raised his eyes as if he was startled.

In an instant, the body turns into demonic energy and is absorbed into the demonic sword.

“huh······?”

But the feeling inside is strange.

I thought there wouldn’t be a problem since the magic sword is the main body of the sword and Belphegor only goes inside it for a moment.

As soon as the magical sword and Belphegor, who has turned into magical energy, touch, they cannot mix, causing a rejection reaction and twisting wildly.

“Hey, hey!”

“······Wow. Whirlwind, sword.”

A magic sword whose shape is distorted and swirls wildly.

I panicked and tried to suppress it, but it was impossible.

I was quite worried because it was so fast that it was going to pierce the sky.

Fortunately, it quickly subsides and gradually regains its original form.

Around the time when Hwando took shape again and became stable.

A voice rings out from inside.

But this…

Isn’t it the voice of the Demon Sword?

|I won!|

“what······?”

“I won!”

Whirling.

Suddenly, the magic sword melts and instantly turns into a black-skinned woman and shouts.

I was so embarrassed that I was dumbfounded.

“Come back.”

“Huh…?!”

As I gave a soft command, it returned to the form of a magical sword and was held in my hand… No, it was Belphegor.

When I looked closely, I saw that the momentum of the magic sword had indeed changed.

The traces of the magic sword that was only a part of Belphegor disappeared completely.

A feeling as if you were holding Belphegor in your hands.

“Did you kill the magic sword?”

| Joo, you killed him. You must be mistaken. I just tried to go inside, but it just disappeared of its own accord…|

It seems that the magic sword has been absorbed into the main body, Belphegor.

This wasn’t in my plan.

I happened to get my hands on the Ego Sword (Jin).