Grid, Braham, and Piaro—

Drasion was struck by the three of them and fell underground. Then he felt a sense of strangeness.

It was because the physical pain of his skin tearing, his bones breaking, and his intestines flipping over was unfamiliar.

It was very confusing for Drasion who was acting on the instinct of ‘I hate the world, I want to lead the world to ruin.’

Due to this instinct, he had been constantly fighting his self from his former life. Why did he feel like pain was unfamiliar when he should have received countless wounds on this enormous body and even experienced ‘death’?

“Noble one born from my wishes, may your kindness take care of them.”

Drasion had some memories.

He was smiling in a world of soft and cozy golden clouds, not a river of hot fire.

As he bowed his head toward someone he loved and respected, the back of his hand was fine and white without any damage. It was completely different from the now unsightly hands covered in black and thick skin.

“

Ugh...! Uwaaack!

”

Blood flowed from the eyes of the screaming Drasion.

An unknown sense of loss plagued him.

Subsequently, doubts dominated him.

‘Who am I?’

Wasn’t his current appearance that of his life before Biplonz? In other words, his original appearance.

Who was the other self who existed in that bright world, who was happy without knowing pain?

“......”

Drasion was suffering under the ground only to suddenly stop screaming.

He realized the dirt covering his body was burning his skin.

“Curse...”

This soil which gave birth to a new life.

“I curse you!”

This land, this world.

Drasion wasn’t curious about the source of his anger and hatred.

He was a great demon, one of the lords of hell in charge of death. It was natural for him to feel disgusted with everything that sprouted life.

The dirt around Drasion started to be contaminated with the curse.

The curse stretched out like a tsunami and covered the entire area. All the life contained in the earth died.

Drasion came out of the ground and looked down at it.

The screams that echoed on this earthly landscape were no different from the landscape of hell that he remembered.

It was very satisfying.

Now it was time to kill everything alive to express his displeasure.

‘...That person?’

The golden clouds and soft voice that appeared again...

Drasion didn’t know if these memories belonged to himself or someone else, but they complicated his mind.

In order to suppress the confusion, Drasion rampaged even more violently. He gave up all his thoughts and abandoned his body to instincts.

Now Drasion didn’t use his wings.

Unlike his appearance in the first phase, where he watched the bird monsters born from his feathers