RAGNA POV...
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My voice was calm—too calm—and that seed to scare him more than anything else.
I leaned in, my four eyes locking onto his.
Cold sweat poured down his face as his body shook violently.
"You’re the kind of human," I said slowly, "that I hate the most."
"With a bloodline like yours, you were handed everything the mont you were born—status, wealth, beauty, a future so bright it could blind anyone who dared look at it—and yet the only thing you chose to do with that blessing was trample on people who were already broken beyond repair."
After reincarnating into this world, I realized sothing about myself that I couldn’t deny no matter how hard I tried—I hated human selfishness more than anything else, a hatred carved deep into my soul long before I died back on Earth,
This world was different.
There were no caras watching from every corner, no GPS tracking footsteps, no drones humming in the sky, no artificial intelligence judging morality or recording cris—nothing of that sort existed here.
There was only power, raw and absolute, and for the first ti since my death, that power had been placed firmly in my hands, allowing to dictate the rules of this unforgiving jungle.
"You know,"
I muttered, my voice low and cold as I unsheathed the short knives from the dead captain’s jacket, the tal slick with drying blood,
"being called a freaking devil’s son from the mont I was born wasn’t sothing fun, or honorable, or worthy of pride."
’I never had the chance to mingle with friends, never laughed with peers, never experienced the simple comfort of being seen as human. People looked at and saw a monster before I ever opened my mouth.’
Only my family stood by my side... except for one bastard I would rather forget.
"And you?"
I continued, staring down at the boy with hollow eyes. "You had everything—friends, protection, guards willing to die for you without question."
In the end, I took what remained of my prey.
[Hidden Quest Completed]
Wortham forest echoed with screams for hours before the Death God finally arrived to claim what was left.
"I don’t deserve to die... by the hands of a bastard!"
Those were the last words I thought I heard from the noble teenager as his body slowly lost all warmth, his eyes glazing over as life slipped away.
"...Did I really just kill a group of people?"
The words left my mouth weakly as I stared at my surroundings, my chest heaving violently as if my heart was trying to escape my ribcage.
I took slow steps forward, my eyes tracing the scene before —a grotesque landscape soaked in blood and gore, the fertile ground I once knew now drowned beneath lifeless bodies.
"...Have I really beco a monster? A Devil?"
I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel. Should I be relieved that I had eliminated people plotting against my family? Or should I mourn, knowing that so of them had wives waiting at ho, children who would never again see their father’s face?
A crooked smile cracked across my lips.
I was terrified of killing... and yet I had just slaughtered n—and a child.
I wanted to deny the truth, to call it an accident, to pretend my hands weren’t stained by intent, but reality didn’t allow such lies.
They were scum who tried to hurt my family, and I had enjoyed hunting them.
I looked up at the bright moon hanging silently above and wondered what ca next.
Is this the part where I’m supposed to feel guilty?
Is this what it ans to be a devil—so destroyer of humanity?
Twenty minutes later, clouds began to swallow the moonlight, darkening the sky as if the world itself wished to turn away.
I stood before the last body I intended to bury, a deep fissure carved into its neck.
They wouldn’t have died if they hadn’t harbored thoughts of harming my family—that much, I was certain.
I squatted down, placing my hands against the corpse to lift it.
—and then my vision exploded with notifications.
[Your Soul has Craved Flesh]
[Host can no longer suppress the need for food]
[Host shall begin feeding]
[Your body can no longer suppress desire]
[Host Hunger Activated]
There was no ti to think.
The ssages kept appearing, one after another, each one sending a chill through my spine as instinct forced to read them. My body reeled backward, my mind lagging behind as disbelief rooted in place.
...I understood what it ant.
And that terrified .
"...What... the... f*ck?"
I couldn’t comprehend what my body—or the system—was demanding of , yet my strength drained away as if sothing unseen was siphoning it. My hands refused to let go of the corpse, my knees buckling as I knelt helplessly before it.
For so reason, my mind began to blur the line between reality and instinct.
Food.
That was what it was telling .
I swallowed hard, saliva pooling at the corners of my mouth and slowly dripping down my lips. The scent filling the air wasn’t foul or rotten—it was fresh, intoxicating, delicious, numbing my senses while simultaneously driving insane.
I was hungry.
Not the kind of hunger that could be satisfied with bread or at, but sothing far deeper, far more grotesque.
[Your Desire Shall Grow]
[Host Desire Will Increase Every Second]
’What’s wrong with ...?’ I thought a bit afraid.
Even as I thought it, my body betrayed , inching closer to the corpse, my vision narrowing as it filled my sight.
’...It slls so good.’ Was what could co in my mind.
My mouth hung open, and I felt sothing sharp pressing against the edges of my teeth, my head lowering inch by inch until—
I stopped myself.
"What the hell is happening to ...?"
My voice trembled, my hands shaking violently as I stared at the body beneath , realizing with horror that the true monster I feared might not be the world around
—but the Cursed awakening inside.
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