129, Wake Up

July 26, early morning.

The rain stopped.

But instead, the sky has been burned forever by black flames...

and the city of wind and sand that has become a ruin.

Idiot... No, maybe it should be said that the one who stands here now is a man who was once called an "idiot".

He stood here... standing above all the corpses.

His body was covered with scars, and blood flowed from the scars. The blood fell to the ground, and every drop... made the ground burn black flames.

Five chains were inserted on him.

The sharp corners and sharp fangs made him look completely gone without the so-called "humanity".

Whether it is appearance or inner, it is completely...no more.

“Gu…………………………………”

A murmur came out from the demon's throat.

He bent down and picked up the small body in his arms that had been completely frozen by the rain.

His eyes were completely scarlet, but his hands holding this small body were trembling. The emotions that he had always been restrained and even regarded as useless and unwanted by "human" were now surged up.

anger.

hatred.

curse.

crazy.

The iron chain connecting his body began to tremble. The Dark Sword stared at the demonic eyes and smiled at everything that happened to his host. It was now enjoying the pleasure of slowly eroding. Because it could feel that its host had no resistance, and he would no longer stop his erosion at all.

The black flame rain fell from the sky and hit the ruins, igniting the blazing demon flame again.

At this time, a man wearing a magician cloak and a disheveled face got up from the ruins, looked around in panic, and ran over.

“………………………………………………”

The Dragon of Time stopped.

Although he had seen it 99,998 times, even if he had watched it many times, he could not help but tremble when facing this demon lord who ruled the world.

"Crow…………………………………”

The demon opened his mouth and spitted out the last sound in the sharp fangs.

"How much time do you need..."

Crowze looked at the demon in front of him, swallowed, and said, "I'm afraid... this time, I need more than ten years... but as far as I know, in eight years now, you will destroy the world. At that time, the balance of the Second Age will collapse, and I... will not be able to reverse the time again."

"Then I... give you...time..."

The demon held the magic sword in both hands, and in an instant, the iron chains became thicker and the dark sword's pupils also dilated, looking at the host who was about to get it.

"But...I don't know how long I can last..."

"Even if it's not the telling of this sword... I want to... kill... and destroy everything..."

"My will...is not that strong anymore..."

"Even if I curse myself, I must never forget all this again..."

"Even though I know... I have another chance..."

"But...this anger...hat hatred...let me...let me...let me..."

Crowze nodded and said, "I know, boss. In fact, I am almost at the limit. The continuous cycle of reincarnation has seriously overdrawn my physical strength. Maybe the next time... it will be the final return in various senses..."

The demon bared his teeth, and his eyes casting red light kept burning.

"I know it's very hard. But I believe you can still hold on. The last time... this last time, even if the ending is really destined, even if you are really holding a dice with only five sides and rolling six, I believe... we can definitely... change this future that no one wants to have."

The devil nodded, his scarlet eyes closed.

"And, boss, in your arms...that letter..."

The devil did not open his eyes because he knew that the letter was in his arms... for various reasons, he never opened it. The letter he had read.

"I will read...Next...I have too much time...to read this letter..."

"That...that's good. That's good...Boss..."

The next moment, the chain pulled out from the hilt of his sword immediately shot in all directions and inserted into the ground around him. Crowze immediately retreated, and with the help of helplessness, he watched the huge wind blow the sand city collapse inward, and the surrounding cliffs collapsed, constantly piled up the rocks in the center. In a short while, the demon was buried deep in the underground by his own power, endured this indescribable pain and sorrow alone, silently waiting for the beginning of the next cycle of reincarnation...

Clauze stood in the desert.

He looked at the Matsuka who was now like a tomb.

He took out the pocket watch in his arms and pressed the button. The seconds hand on the pocket watch began to move tickingly.

Looking at the sky where black flames were still burning, Crowze shook his head and covered his head, which had begun to feel aching...

"No one can violate the laws of time... Only as the guardian of time, I, and the supreme goddess. This is an irreversible rule, and any method of trying to peek into the future is rejected in principle."

"Boss, although I don't know how many memories you can save after this last cycle of reincarnation. But I believe... this time... this last time..."

"We... can definitely throw out the 'the sixth point that cannot be seen' and completely turn this tragic future... over..."

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"Brother, is this an angel?"

Outside, there is a world of wind, snow and ice.

In this small and warm house, a little girl with red hair and red eyes, about five or six years old, holding a picture album, ran to a boy with the same red hair and red color, but about ten years old, doing needlework, and handed it to him.

"Ah, this should be the thing called angel."

The boy glanced at the image with beautiful white wings on the album and said simply.

"Well, it's so beautiful~~~~ Brother, you said, if I keep praying, will the angel hear my prayers and then cure our illness?"

The red-haired boy turned his head and glanced at his sister. He suddenly put down the needle and thread in his hand, squatted down and touched his sister's hair, and smiled—

"Ah. Sure, it will. As long as I keep praying, one day, my sister's illness will definitely get better."

The little girl held the picture album, her face flushed. She laughed, smiling incredibly innocently. Her slightly pale face combined with her faint blush, looked like an angel.

"Brother, you said it wrong. I want to get better with my brother. My brother's illness is far worse than mine. As long as my brother can get better, I will definitely get better."

The boy smiled again and gently rubbed his sister's hair. Then he took the needle and thread he was doing, removed the needle on it, and pulled it apart. It was a scarf. He wrapped the scarf around his sister's neck and gestured with his hands.

"Well, the good size is just right."

"Brother, did this for me?"

"Of course, how about the craftsmanship?"

"Wow~~~ It's so warm, I like my brother the most."

The little girl shouted happily and threw herself into the boy's arms. The boy also laughed and picked up his sister and lifted her into the air.

Even though the weather outside is still so cold and even if the flying snow still does not melt, in this room, here, their surroundings are still warm and comfortable...

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"It's true... Why is the fiscal budget this month so different?"

"Duke, I'm really sorry... because many commercial organizations have been acquired by the Goodsey family... There are still rumors outside... that we... say our family..."

"What's wrong with our family? Say it quickly."

"It means that our family... is destined to be a child of a grandchild... the boys born... are not useful... and there are also few... either sick... or mediocre and incompetent..."

"Damn it—"

“………………………………………………………”

"Damn it must be the rumor spread by those people in the Goodes family. What about those bastards... Where is Correz? Call Correz for me."

"yes……"

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"Corizen Norrius"

"Yes...yes, my father"

In the snow and ice, the duke was wrapped in a fur coat and holding a wooden spear in his hand. In front of him, a red-haired boy stood, holding a spear in his frozen hands.
To be continued...