Chapter 67
I was the strongest.
No one could rival my fire magic. Those who stood in my way—I burned them to ashes. There was nothing I couldn’t take. This world was mine. Or at least… that’s what I used to believe.
Until I met Cecelia Rose Belkand.
It happened during one of my usual raids on a demon village—killing the men, violating the women. Just another day. But then she appeared, alongside her husband, Minato Raika Belkand. A girl of ethereal beauty. Another toy for me, I thought. Just like always, I moved to kill the man first.
But—
"So you’re Ignis. I hold no grudge, but I’ll have to take you down here."
"Hah! Try it, you bitch! I’ll break you until you’re nothing!"
"Sigh… You’re as vile as they say. No point talking. Minato, can I go all out?"
"Of course. I’ll protect everyone else—do as you please."
"Thanks. Then I’ll begin."
"Whenever you’re ready."
"YOU BASTARDS—! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE IGNORING?! DIE! ‘Inferno Blaze’!"
The moment I unleashed my magic, she cast hers. A spell so vast it dwarfed mine like a candle before the sun.
"‘Infernal Blossom’."
The next instant, an explosion of flame swallowed me whole. Heat capable of scorching the land itself seared my flesh.
"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. HOT! It hurts! It hurts! IT HURTS! IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS—!! HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME—!!!!
For the first time in my life, I felt pain. Real, unbearable agony. I could only writhe, begging—to the gods, to her—for mercy.
But there was no escape. I couldn’t even pass out. The flames kept burning, and burning, and burning. How long did it last? When it finally ended, I was nothing but a charred husk. The fact I was still alive was a miracle—no, I realized later, it was pity. She had held back.
And as for everything else? Not a single blade of grass was scorched. Not a single villager harmed. Just as her husband had promised, he had protected them all.
After that, I was captured by guards and thrown into prison. But I escaped. Again and again, I tried to kill them—especially Cecelia. Yet every time we met, they were stronger than before. Soon, I couldn’t even touch them. I trained until my bones cracked, but the gap only widened. To them, I was no longer an enemy. Just trash.
My pride as the strongest was shredded. Everyone looked at me with scorn and laughter. All that remained was rage—a hatred so deep it festered.
("I’ll kill them…! After taking everything from them, I’ll slaughter them in despair…!")
I swore revenge.
That’s when he approached me—a man from the Demon God Cult.
"Do you want power?" he whispered. "Do you wish to become stronger than you’ve ever been?"
At first, I refused. But with each defeat, my fury grew. I craved strength—any strength—even if it meant clinging to straws. So I joined them.
And then… I gained it.
Absolute, overwhelming power. I don’t know how, but it surged from the depths of my being.
With this… I can kill them.
I can slaughter them.
Slaughter them.
Slaughter them!
KILL MINATO!
KILL MINATO!!
KILL MINATOOOOOOOOOOOO—!!!!
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