episode_0017

Black clubs fall like thunder.

It is a club that is very similar to the one that the Celts always wore around their waist.

Whoa!

Oh, but why is it falling on me?

I don’t know what it is, but I don’t want to be in meaningless pain, so I bent down to avoid the stick.

The heavy sound of the wind passed over the top of my head.

Wow, a shiver ran down my spine for a moment. I thought it would be difficult to preserve my life the moment I was hit properly by that club.

“This bastard!”

A youthful cry pierced my ears. It’s a young voice. The vocal cords of a boy who has not yet reached the stage of metamorphosis.

The club aimed at me without stopping. Of course, I had no intention of welcoming it, so I moved my waist to avoid it.

Whoa! Huh!

However, you can’t just run away like this forever. The suffocating breath proved it.

When I raised my head, I saw the face and skeleton of the guy holding the club. Surprisingly, it was a demon I knew well.

My second brother, Leonard Lucifer. A bastard who bullied and despised me so much when I was young. The guy who ate a cheap meal.

But why am I being attacked by that guy? When I look at him, he looks like he’s about ten years old, but why is he at the same eye level as me?

I certainly died on the guillotine in Imperial Square, facing the saint… .

… … .

ah! It’s a dream!

Or, a dazzling lamp that illuminates life in the face of death? It doesn’t matter what! It’s just an illusion anyway! I should take this opportunity to beat up my enemy!

“Ugh! Why on earth doesn’t it work? I keep getting it right!”

Leonard lets out an exasperated sound. His excited movements become increasingly louder.

But is it strange? Is it possible to move so freely when you’re in the dark? Since I have never experienced death, I have no way of knowing.

Well, it’s like a dream that you don’t know when will disappear, but that doesn’t matter. First of all, let’s get revenge, which we couldn’t do in the past.

“You can’t avoid this!”

Huuung-!

Leonard, who excessively raised his club upward, attempted to bring it down in one go. Finally, this is the perfect posture to counterattack.

I lightly raise my fist and try to throw it in a straight line.

“Huh?”

My hands were unexpectedly heavy, so I looked down and saw that a club was also in my hand. It was a club identical in color and weight to the one he was holding.

Rather good. Although the timing was slightly delayed, the guy’s big movements haven’t stopped yet.

He put a little more strength into his arms and lifted the club as if exerting centrifugal force.

The target is the guy’s chin.

Like an uppercut, lift the guy’s chin and shake his brain. After I roughly pictured it in my head, I immediately put it into practice.

Pot-!

“… ! This guy is attacking… !”

I didn’t get it right.

Why? The distance was perfect, the guy’s movements were hesitant, and he exploited the loophole without a single error?

The distance ended just before reaching the guy’s chin. Even if I stretch my arm out as far as I can, I can’t reach it.

Rich is awkward.

puck-!

“Ugh!”

“Haha! That’s how you are! As expected, it was all luck that I avoided!”

As the attack missed, my balance shook, and in the meantime, the club he swung hit me on the top of my head. The pain of being beaten for the first time in a very long time hit the top of my head. Wow, this is so tingly. Is it a dream?

Of course, I am not so sloppy as to reveal loopholes during battle. Didn’t I even have the experience of being beaten by the devil for 1 hour and 25 minutes? At best, I don’t cringe because of the pain in my head.

You can quickly see why the arms are short. Because it was a flash in the pan, my body must have become younger to fit that era. This time, you just have to go a bit deeper and swing the club.

hook-!

“This guy still hasn’t given up… !”

Leonard was a beginner in true fighting. Even though I only hit him once, he was so cocky and let down his guard as if he had been hit by a shotgun.

It’s just good for me though.

Byak-!

“… !”

He drew the club briefly and threw it down strongly. The philtrum of the guy who was hit by the tip of the club trembled like waves.

Even if it’s just one hit, you have to hit it properly like this.

But that doesn’t mean I’ll let my guard down like that idiot.

The guy was greatly staggered by a single blow. I don’t miss that gap.

puck! Puff! Wow!

“Evil! Wow! Ugh!”

I pounded all over the place like I was catching Cerberus on a dog day. Sometimes he hit vital points, and sometimes he only focused on the areas where he felt the most pain.

Burbubbuk! Bah! puck!

“Ahh! OMG! Okay, stop! surrender! Surrender!”

Surrender? Why do you bring up things like surrender in a fight?

When we fight each other with clubs at the age of about ten, it means we are sparring. Of course, in Dalian, surrender determines victory or defeat. But this is a dream! A place where I can do whatever I want and there is no problem!

It means that it is no different from heaven prepared by God for me!

Bababababaak-!

“Kwaaak! Oh, it hurts! It hurts!”

“Wow, good. If I had known this would happen, I would have died a long time ago. Give me all the revenge I’ve never been able to get in my life.”

I hit the guy who was unconscious on the floor, from his toes to the top of his head. The beat was so lively that one could dance brilliantly to the sound of the beating.

In the past, I used to get beaten like a dog, but now that I’ve hit someone like a bully, I feel relieved.

Bababababaak-! Kwasik-!

“Please stop! hey! Oscar! Are you crazy!?”

“Ah, it’s so cool. Is this catharsis? My mouth is so noisy. Should I pull out all my teeth first?”

We don’t talk to ourselves for nothing. Without hesitation, I raised my club to the sky and prepared to strike it like a thunderbolt falling from the sky.

“Oscar! Stop!”

Wow!

The reason I couldn’t do that is because something grabbed my wrist at the same time as the command sound that came out of nowhere. It was a white and beautiful hand.

It’s so strong that it feels like I can’t move my whole body, not just my arms. I quickly turned my head and saw a demonic woman.

A woman with dark red eyes and a pale white face.

She, with her thick black hair, seemed to be looking right at me, and she was one of the people I would never forget.

My one and only sister, Adela Lucifer.

-Oscar… ! This sister will somehow buy time… ! You should quickly run away… !

– Can’t we just go together? If you stay here, nothing but death awaits you.

– I’ll follow you right away… You are the only eldest son of the Lucifer family… ! You must be alive to maintain the family name… … !

– Tsk, then let’s go first. See you later with a smile.

A few years before the war between the Demon World and the Empire broke out, I resisted alone to safely escape the siege of the pouring imperial army.

In the end, my poor sister, Adela Lucifer, met the cruel end of being turned into a beehive, and was beheaded and hung in the square.

In the future, she was the reason why I destroyed a bunch of arrogant imperial citizens.

Why are you here?

Oh right. When Leonard and I sparred, Adela was always the referee. Is she also embodied in the same way as the main light?

“You’ve beaten me enough, Oscar. You won.”

“Huh?”

“Look ahead. Any more beatings here won’t be good for you or Leonard.”

“… ??”

But is it really this vivid? Damn, I feel like I’m pioneering a new continent since I’ve never seen anyone die before, let alone died.

Leonard, who was barely able to get up after being beaten so hard by me, was chewing his lips and dragging himself as if he was overcome by evil.

Mr. “, fuck… My, why did I… Why did I treat that guy… !”

Leonard was covering his face with his arms. As I slowly bent down and looked inside, I saw a face that clearly existed in my memory. I’m sure, it’s my second brother, Leonard.

Obviously, Leonard and Adela are all dead long ago, so it’s great to meet them like this.

“Just wait and see… ! I will never let this go… !”

“Uh-huh, Leonard. You should not hold a grudge over something that happened during sparring.”

But their voices are a bit too vivid? Is this really real? At best, the world created by imagination before death is this realistic?

… … Ah, I think I know what it is. This is not a flash in the pan.

“It’s a surprise party, right?”

Because I’m dead, this must be the afterlife.

My family must have prepared a surprise party to greet me after my death!

To bring back childhood memories! Even though Leonard and I had a very bad relationship in this world! I guess they were trying to reconcile together in the afterlife!

“Uh, then I guess I hit it too hard. are you okay? I think you broke a couple of bones too?”

I truly believed that until I saw Adella, who was looking at me worriedly as if I were mentally ill, and Leonard, who was glaring at me with a murderous, murderous look in his eyes.

“Oscar… ? By any chance, did I just hit somewhere wrong? ?”

“Do you believe that you will get away with this just by pretending to be crazy!”

“What should I do about this… ? Should I report it to my father first? ? I never thought I would get hit on the head… .”

“This matter will never be overlooked! Be prepared! You stupid brat!”

*****

Something unbelievable happened.

It is more absurd than the devil being defeated by someone, and more unbelievable than a saint falling under the temptation of the devil.

When I lifted my palm and opened it without saying a word, I saw a small, soft white palm.

This is my hand.

That’s not all.

When I removed my hand that was in the air, a ceiling with antique decoration appeared.

This is the ceiling of our house.

It’s the ceiling of the Northern Grand Duke’s residence, the second largest building in the Demon World.

A silver lion opens its mouth wide. Ugh, look at this boring thing.

“Giggle.”

About two hours have passed since the head was cut off on the guillotine. And during those two hours, I was able to find out one truly surprising fact.

This is the past. To be exact, in the year 214 of the imperial calendar, when I was only nine years old. The reason I fought with my older brother Leonard was because we were sparring.

According to the original history, it would have been a role for me.

It was roughly 500 years ago. From the day of the execution ceremony.

At first, I thought it was a dream. Second, I wondered if the 500 years I had experienced were all a delusion.

After spending two days like that, this is the conclusion I have come to now.

“Life is so… It’s spectacular.”

It means that you have come to the past. The world itself may have been rewound. As many as 500 years ago. In it, for some reason, I have memories from when I was alive.

Whatever it is, it doesn’t change the conclusion that I have lost a new life that I never expected.

The unforgettable words the saint said at the end become understandable when compared to the current situation.

『So, please never forget and come in the year 701 of the imperial calendar.』

『To Eden Academy’s reading club.』

You are also asked to come to the reading club at Eden Academy in the year 701 of the Imperial Calendar, about 500 years from now.

It is unknown how the saint knew.

What is clear, however, is that the saint knew something that I did not know. That I will return. That the world will be rewound.

Maybe all of this was caused by a saint. If you think about the pure white light that covered the world when the guillotine’s blade fell, it is not just a far-fetched delusion.

Well, now the most important thing remains.

What should I do?

I am Oscar Lucifer, the Joker who knows everything that will happen in the next 500 years.

In this life, what kind of life should I live?

“Ha… It’s a funny situation.”

In fact, it is no different from a fixed question. The lingering regret that struck me right before the guillotine’s blade hit my neck is still vivid in my mind.

The beautiful light shown by the saint. The great truths she taught me. That noble light that these ugly and corrupt demons thought they could never reach.

I want to chase that light, even just a little bit.

One thing is fortunate.

『If you want, I will be happy to help you.』

『I will help you, even if it means risking everything. I swear in the name of the majestic Lord.』

The saint had declared that she would help me.

The problem is that the time the saint spoke of was five hundred years later. Eden Academy, the best academy in the empire, had not even been built yet.

There is something called invisible causality in the world. This means that if I create a big variable, something that should have happened in the future may not happen because of it.

For example, a person who existed in a past life is not born in this life.

The bigger the incident, the bigger the impact will be. If we are not careful, it could also harm the birth of a saint that will occur on the continent 500 years later.

“This is really getting into trouble.”

You may say this is bullshit when you’ve already defeated Leonard like catching Cerberus, but you can’t make a hasty move when you don’t even know the situation well.

Maria.

The saintess of the warrior party.

Tartarus motive.

Black nun’s uniform.

White hair.

Two beautifully closed eyes.

black rosary.

Lips drawing an arc.

A bright smile, a bright smile, a kind smile, a hopeful smile, a generous smile.

Now, at stake is the existence of a woman who has become inseparable from my heart.

‘Then what should we do first?’

The first solution that comes to mind is, of course, the Grand Duke of the Southern Demon World.

Among the four great dukes, he is called ‘King’ and is considered the oldest demon in the demon world. There is a theory that it lived for a million years, and there is an analysis that it was the first demon created when the demon god created demons in the beginning.

Although nothing is certain, it cannot be denied that he lived for a long time. Since I’ve been through it for such a long time, I naturally know a lot.

This means that it is worth seeking advice about what I have experienced.

If I were to pick a minor problem… The point is that the personality of that person is not usually eccentric. It’s not that he’s wild or active, but he stays locked in his duke’s house and doesn’t want to come out at all.

The Southern Grand Duke, like me, is full of ‘artist’ qualities. When he occupied the empire in his previous life, the Eastern Grand Duke treated humans as tools and left the Western Grand Duke Lilith to fend for themselves, while the Southern Grand Duke King used to make works of art out of humans and display them.

But, it’s okay. It’s just that he has a very small personality flaw.

On the contrary, because he has that kind of personality, if I ask him a question, he will show pure academic interest. Other demons would wave their hands and say it was useless.

Okay, let’s go see him first. You need to know everything to set goals and prepare for life.

Don’t make plans. Because nothing is as uncertain and prone to going astray as a plan. That that truth is absolutely correct is proven by countless beings in this world who have made plans but failed.

I made a short but important decision and got off the bed I was lying on.

smart-.

A low knocking sound is heard.

I wish I could use my senses and other skills to figure out who the guy at the door is, but I don’t have that ability, as I’m only 9 years old.

“Who are you?”

Instead, I chose to ask verbally. What came back was a harsh reply.

“What time is it now, so why aren’t you coming to eat?”

An answer that unilaterally ignores my questions. Since the subject of the voice is someone I know, there is no big problem.

It’s just that I feel a little hurt.

“You were the second older brother.”

Leonard, you damn demon.

If Adela died to save me, that guy did the exact opposite.

That guy was also a demon obsessed with money, fame, and power, so he was very interested in the succession rights. Because of that, he often did very unscrupulous things to my younger brother.

“Come quickly, everyone is waiting.”

“Ayu, sure. Let’s go.”

When I left the room with just my outerwear on, Leonard was already there. He seems like an unlucky guy.

“Brother, let’s go together.”

“Heung.”

“Does it have to be so close between brothers?”

“Who is a brother like you?”

When I was young, I didn’t know how high the sky was, and even though I was treated like that, I didn’t get into the habit.

Looking at his brisk steps, it is clear that he does not acknowledge the difference in skill between me and is angry. A narrow-minded person, a mean-spirited person, and a petty person.

Once something is left in a bad light, I can’t possibly look at it favorably. I need to fix it quickly.

“Let’s go in.”

As I entered the restaurant, a long room filled with luxurious decorations and a table in the middle of it came into view. Every single piece of food on the table was dripping with high-quality grease.

My father was nowhere to be seen. Instead, mother, younger mother, second mother, eldest mother… They were sitting around a long table. My older sister, Adela, was also sitting at the head of the table with an upright posture.

“Oh, it’s been a while, everyone. Wow, how long has it been since we all had a meal together like this?”

“… ?”

When I lightly greeted them, they looked at me blankly with strange eyes and started muttering.

“Well, that is… Earlier in Dalian… .”

Afterwards, Adela kindly explained things by adding, “I got hit on the head while sparring with Leonard earlier, so please understand.” But I wasn’t really interested.

“Kya, is this my grandmother’s version of turkey that I’ve had for a while now? My mouth is already watering.”

Why?

“Wow, look at the stain. This is what turkey should be like. It’s going to melt, it’s going to melt.”

Jjiik-.

This meaty turkey dish I’m tearing off the leg of right now. In fact, it contains great poison.

It was put there by Leonard’s mother and uncle, who are keeping me in check because of the succession.

It suppresses magical power without anyone knowing, and even makes growth impossible during the period of addiction.

While Leonard was alive, he made me into an idiot who couldn’t control a single bit of magic.

Of course, in this life, I will use it in reverse.

Damn poison.