"Boris has died! Boris has died!" The parrot uttered in a dark room.
"Boris… died? How in the world did he die? He had one of the strongest cores inside his body," a male voice sounded in the darkroom.
He was sitting on the chair, swinging back and forth with a motion.
"Demon! Demon! A demon killed him," answered the parrot.
"A demon? What is going on? Why is there a demon in the mortal realm?" The man asked with a hint of confusion in his voice.
"It's him! The demon!" the parrot shrieked.
"Who?" The man asked curiously.
"One of the six pillars of the mortal realm! The hybrid! The abomination! He has been awakened!"
"Who? What is his name? Tell me, my pet parrot," the man asked in a calm voice.
"Z…Z...Ze…" the parrot killed itself but couldn't speak the name.
The man stood up and walked to the parrot in a hurry.
"My pet parrot…." He muttered.
Then, he raised his leg and repeatedly stomped on the parrot's dead body.
"Useless piece of shit!"
The man walked to a creak-opened window and glanced outside.
"It is nighttime…" he murmured. "That means… I can go out!"
Then, he jumped out of the window and spread his arms in the air.
"Ah! It feels good to wander around like this!"
He was in an unknown palace of a faraway kingdom.
He climbed through the walls and ran through the hallways.
Suddenly, a maid turned to the side of the other hallway and bumped into the man.
The maid hit the table behind her and started bleeding from the hand. She regained her posture and looked at the man. Her eyes widened, and her face turned pale.
"M-My King! Please forgive me! I was in a hurry and didn't see—"
"No need to apologize, my dear maid."
The man reached his hand to the maid and helped her get up.
"My deepest apologies, my king," the maid apologized again.
"It's fine. No need to worry. Mistakes like this are common."
Even though the man was talking to the maid, his gaze was fixated on the blood trailing down the maid's hand.
"My… king…?"
"Yes!" The man explained. "You may go now."
The maid bowed down and walked past the man. After crossing the hallway, the maid sighed in relief and uttered: "I thought I was going to die."
"Well, you weren't wrong."
The maid turned around to see the man standing in front of her with his sharp fangs and red eyes.
He pulled her close and pierced his fangs in the maid's neck, and drank all her blood until she died.
"Guards! Guards!" The man yelled.
Soon, six guards rushed through the hallways and bowed down before the man.
The man tossed the maid's dead body to the guards and asserted, "Dispose of it."
"Yes!" The guards dragged the maid's body to an underground well and threw it inside it— where dozens of corpses of beautiful girls already resided.
Then, they filled the wall with oil and threw the torch in it.
The man climbed on the top turrets of the highest tower of the palace and watched the ashes of the girls swaying away with the air.
SIGH!
He sighed dejectedly and muttered, "Even though I promised I wouldn't hurt any maid in the palace, I ended up laying my hands…no; I ended up laying my fangs on her."
He glanced around the kingdom and smirked: "What a peaceful place this is. Just as it was a month ago when I killed the real king and possessed his body."
'The demon! The abomination! He has been awakened!' The man remembered the parrot's words.
He frowned his face and muttered, "Why is there a demon in the mortal realm?"
'The hybrid! The demon!' The man recalled.
"A hybrid demon, huh?"
He smirked wider and uttered, "Well, it doesn't matter who or what that demon is, because I am the strongest demon."
"I was the weakest demon in hell, and they mocked me because I was a hybrid of a vampire and a demon. But unlike other hybrids, I was abnormal. Because of the pure vampire blood in my veins, my vampire powers were strong. I couldn't stand under the sunlight."
"But now! I am the strongest. I am going to rule this mortal realm, and I will destroy all the powerful ones and make the weak ones my slaves."
"I will destroy demons from the mortal realm, if there is any."
"And I… will become the God of this realm!"
The man spread his arms in the air and said aloud: "I, the great Ouroboros, shall become the strongest!"
"However…" The man took out several cores in his hand and threw them in all directions before continuing: "I don't need any people to rule over; I am content with the land."
"After all! I can create as many worthless lives as I want, but I can't create lands!"
"The monster cores I threw will eradicate each and every being until it's destroyed. And once everyone is dead, there will be no one to oppose me!" He proclaimed with an evil laugh.
"If I can't rule the hell, then I will simply bring the hell here and rule over it!" He declared with a maniacal laugh: "Hahahaha."
——
Nero's ears twitched with a strange sensation.
He furrowed his brows and glanced around.
'What is this creepy feeling? I feel disgusted,' he uttered to himself.
After seeing Nero acting strange, Rhea asked, "What's wrong?"
"I am feeling something I can't describe," Nero answered honestly.
"Are you sure it's not my immeasurable hate for you?" Rosemary remarked.
Nero jumped to the sky and activated his god's eyes to scan the area.
He landed beside Pavel and stood there in silence.
"What did you see?" Pavel asked.
"I couldn't see anything as it's very far away, but I could sense monster energy."
"Monster energy? That's impossible!"
"Yeah." Nero nodded and asserted in a solemn voice: "It's catastrophe-level monster energy."
Catastrophe-level monsters were considered on the same level as gods as they could easily obliterate towns with one attack.
"And not just one, there are 12 of them," Nero added nonchalantly.