Chapter 490

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Chapter 490: The Hound Runs (1)

[...Why I sent you back in time.]

Figgy’s voice trembled slightly.

At the same time, memories from the past began to flood Vikir's mind.

These were events that had unfolded the same way before and after his regression.

“When did we ever bully you?”

“This is all just to get closer to you. We’ll be seeing a lot of each other from now on.”

“Hey, why are you crying, you fat ass? Are you trying to make us out to be the bad guys?”

“Come on, don’t cry. Have a drink.”

“Ew! That’s so disgusting! You got it all over my stockings!”

“Hahaha! This lunatic threw up? You’ve been a mess since orientation!”

“From now on, your nickname is Puke Figgy! Puke Fi- you know what Puke Piggy!”

“I’m going to call you Puke Figgy until the day I graduate!”

“Yea, he’s Piggy Figgy.”

In his previous life, Figgy couldn’t endure the bullying at school, so he dropped out and lived a tough life as a low-level civil servant.

He struggled to support his parents, who had gone into debt to send him to the academy.

After that, when the era of destruction began and the Great War against the demons broke out, Figgy volunteered for the front lines. He contributed significantly to the Allied Human Forces by implementing numerous supply strategies and conducting information analysis and gathering.

He was a comrade worthy of respect.

Though he left, disappointed by the world and himself, he overcame his trauma and joined the Allied Forces after witnessing the fall of the academy, the burning of the imperial city, and the deaths of his juniors and civilians. He was a man of immense strength.

However, just a few months after the war began, Figgy was assassinated.

Vikir still vividly remembered the devastated expressions of Figgy’s parents when they saw their son’s cold, lifeless body return home.

That’s why Vikir, after returning, twisted the threads of fate.

“Try causing trouble in the academy one more time. I won’t just kill you—I’ll kill your parents and everyone you love too.”

The Night Hound terrified the bullies who tormented his friend, ensuring they would never repeat their vile actions.

This small act of kindness snowballed into something much greater, ultimately leading to a monumental change: driving a blade into the heart of the most powerful demon, the final villain.

[It seems that even in that other timeline, I thought of you as my only friend.]

Figgy’s words made Vikir recall Figgy's final moments before his return.

Vikir had collected Figgy's body back then too.

When Figgy was assassinated, he wasn’t killed instantly.

When Vikir first found him, bleeding out and dying, many people simply ignored him.

In their defense, it was wartime, and the situation was urgent.

Saving Figgy would have required time and effort that was deemed better spent on treating a minor wound of a great hero.

After all, that would save more lives.

The world runs on efficiency.

It turns on the gears of causality, each gear assigned its position, role, and value.

In a situation where everyone turned a blind eye, a small and insignificant gear was left to grow cold.

Amidst the distrust of the world, the loneliness, and the profound cynicism and misanthropy, at that very moment...

There was a hand that closed Figgy’s eyes.

It was wrinkled, scarred, and covered in sticky blood, rough and marred with burns and cuts.

...But it was a large and warm hand.

The boy Figgy had once met at the academy was there.

Figgy looked at Vikir with his fading vision.

It was a face he remembered. The servant of the boy who shared the same dormitory room.

The hand that would silently offer medicine when Figgy was beaten and crying.

The one who would sit quietly beside him when no one else was around during travels.

The one who would suddenly appear and sit across from him, whenever Figgy ate alone.

The boy who would comfort him on the days he failed his exams, missed his mother too much, or felt like ending it all.

The door opened by Jack can only be closed by Figgy.

The door closed by Figgy can only be opened by Jack.

Ultimately, the same principle applied: if either of them were absent, irreversible events would occur.

Sssssssss......

The door opened by Andras was being closed by Figgy.

[Noooooo!]

Andras’ scream echoed, but it was already too late.

Thud— Thud— Thud— Crack! Splurt!

As the door closed, the massive bodies of several demons that had been slowly emerging beyond the dimension gate were severed.

The serpent that devours nebula, the leader of insects, the king of vampires, the scorpion spewing venom, the beautiful but mysterious woman, the anglerfish devouring the desert, the master of all things rotten, the centipede encircling mountains, the one walking beneath the sea, the giant tearing the earth, the lion breathing fire, the bird with wings covering the sky, the executioner of the graveyard, the decaying corpse in the swamp, the deep-sea tentacles, and many more......

...Boom! ...Crash! ...Rumble!

The severed parts of the demons' bodies fell to the ground, causing tremors.

[Ugh...... Ughhhhh......!]

Andras trembled with fury.

At this very moment, the 62 dimension gates were slowly closing.

[This cannot be! If you close it, I will keep opening it!]

Andras squeezed the remaining magical power.

Sssssssss......

If Figgy opens and Andras closes, the result would be the same.

Now, it’s a matter of who has more magical power and who can interfere with the door faster.

But.

“Have you forgotten me?”

Andras felt his heart, already split into two pieces, shatter into four.

Vikir stood directly in front of him, driving a knife into Andras’s heart.

...Thud!

Vikir continued to stab Andras’s body with the knife.

Andras’ sword was destroyed, and Asmodeus was now in the distant hands of Kirko.

The twin swords that symbolized Andras were down to one, and that too was now destroyed.

Moreover, unable to claim Figgy’s soul and body, Andras had been reduced to a mere half of himself.

In such a situation, Vikir, who had unleashed nine fangs, was not about to falter.

Puffpuffpuffpuffpuffpuff!

Andras’s body was collapsing in real time.

The hound, having seized its prey’s neck, sensed victory.

It then exerted even more strength to break the prey’s neck.

...At that moment.

“!?”

Vikir’s eyes widened in shock.

Black blood spurted from Andras’s body.

It flowed into Vikir through his wounds.

Sssssssss......

Just as Figgy’s blood had shocked the demons, Andras’ blood now caused a bizarre phenomenon within Vikir.

[Didn’t I tell you? I inherited the bloodline of the founder, the First Emperor.]

It wasn’t the blood of a demon but of a human.

It was a relic of an ancient hero known for possessing the most unique abilities in human history, who had risen to the pinnacle of humanity with his extraordinary powers.

It was the ability of the imperial family, or rather, the prophetic Golding clan.

[Here’s a spoiler. I’ll show you your future now.]

Andras, holding tightly onto Vikir’s arms, laughed.

[...Aren’t you curious about how your life, intertwined with demons, will end?]

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