Chapter 1 (1/2)
Kukukuku—!
I was the last demon king left and the world’s strongest and greatest creature when the human world and the demon world were one world.
I’m the best.
When I tingled my finger once, the earth shook, and both humans and demons bowed their heads.
However, when the heavens broke the rules and invaded the demon realm, chaos came to the human world.
I was sacrificed to protect people who begged for life, but at the last moment, I was betrayed and died.
Was it because my mission as a great demon king had been achieved successfully?
After that death, for some reason, I was unable to enter the samsara, and I was wandering around Gucheon. (Samsara meaning is the cycle of death and rebirth to which life in the material world is bound. While Gucheon is a place believed to be the destination for the soul of a dead person.)
And it’s been going on for a thousand years.
‘I’m bored.’
I, who became a soul, was still floating around in the spirit world today without even being reincarnated.
“Help me, God.”
Suddenly, I heard a voice somewhere.
‘—A voice?’ (They put is as 전음 and the meaning transmit/deliver voice to a distant/very far away place/destination, but I’m not really sure how to put it ;;)
No, that can’t be true.
This voice is possible only when there is a body, but I was a soul.
Besides, it’s not me who’s calling, isn’t it a God of misfortune?
“I don’t want to be hated. God, why am I the only one—, why was I born a monster? Am I a bad kid? I’m just born like this. I also—”
A hazy blue light hovered near my soul, sending out a sound mixed with sobs.
“It’s hard, it’s painful, God. God, help me. All I want is—”
This was the world of spirit. It was impossible to hear the voice of the living.
So if the owner of this voice was alive, the conclusion was one.
The owner of the voice stands at the boundary between life and death.
‘It’s a poor and pitiful life.’
They usually don’t have the ability or strength to live even if they want to, and that doesn’t mean that they are not remorseless enough to give up on life.
“I’ll give you everything. God, God, no, it’s okay even if it’s a demon, so anyone is fine—. Please help me. I also— want to be happy.
It was that moment.
Suddenly, I felt that my soul was suddenly sucked into somewhere.
I felt like I was being dragged helplessly without overcoming the power of a strong tornado.
‘What is this!’
And for the first time, I lost the mind that had always been clear for a thousand years.
*****
A cool breeze blew in.
‘It’s cold—’
I crouched down in the shivering cold, and when I couldn’t take it any longer, I opened my eyes and stiffened.
‘It’s cold?’
I’m already dead so how can it be cold?
As soon as the question began to dig in, the blurry vision gradually became clearer.
What I see is high and dark, a black sky and a body that can’t even mingle.
And it was a small hand that wasn’t that big.
My cheeks were numb, and my whole body was trembling.
“Uhh—”
My lips were frozen or not open properly, and a cheap, musty-smelling blanket was wrapped around my body without sincerity.
I struggled to get up.
‘Where am I?’
I could see an empty place like a warehouse.
Looking around, it looked like a room, but not a single piece of common furniture in a normal house exist in here.
The wind blew in through the poorly closed windows, squeaking and swaying the old, rough chandelier, which seemed to have not been managed for quite some time.
His fingertips and skin that had turned blue were as cold as reptiles.
It was a strange feeling as if blood were circulating on the body that had just died.
When I looked down, I saw unfamiliar hands and feet.
“Ow, uwa—?”
I opened my mouth and tried to speak, but only a strange sound came out.
Perhaps because I didn’t use my mouth for a long time, my pronunciation was poor.
No, I didn’t think I’d ever said anything in my life.
Besides, in the spirit world, I only thought in my head and communicated in my head, so it was awkward to say something out of my mouth.
I looked at my wrist.
A black tattoo that looked like a thorn was covering the back of my left arm.
‘The seal of the contract with the demon—?’
I’m dumbfounded.
‘Did I sign a contract with this now?’
This little, young, insignificant thing with the great demon king like me?!
How much resentment did you have to summon me, the demon king who was the wickedest and most ferocious of all time?
“Uuh…”
When I looked down, the hairs all over my body were stood up.
It was only then that I could grasp one more fact.
‘—I can move this body in a very familiar way, even though it’s unfamiliar to me.’
I let out a cold breath and wrapped myself in a blanket that smelled of stinking as much as I could.
‘I, I’ve become a human again—’
Perhaps it was the demon tribe whose power had weakened a long time ago.