"Seed of Darkness?" I asked the tall man standing before .
"Yes. At least, that is what I think it is." The tall man shook his head before smiling softly. "Either way, that is the reason why you didn't get the System. It corrupts you, as those people like to say."
I frowned, thinking about who could be responsible for putting the seed in . I imdiately assud it was the old man from the Temple. He might have had a grudge against from the beginning. I was the only one who felt pain when he covered us with that golden light. It might be the ti when he planted the seed.
"Ha-Ha-Ha," the tall man laughed, awakening from my thought. "No, Shizuru. Soone didn't plan it inside you—you were born with it. The Seed of Darkness is given to the chosen person. You are lucky enough to have it inside you."
"This shit ruined my life—why should I be happy?"
"You entered the wrong environnt, Shizuru. You wouldn't suffer if you had joined our side since the very beginning." The tall man extended his hand. "My na is Ilschevar Verniculos. I am the Ninth Demon King."
I already knew the identity of the tall man even before he introduced himself, but I didn't call him his na because I didn't consider him an ally. Those bastards betrayed as easily as breathing; who knows what a Demon King might do if I trust him?
"There is no need to pretend like a good person. Just tell what you want."
Ilschevar's smile faltered. He retracted his hand after a few seconds. Looking at with a contemplative look, he humd to himself. That made tense since he looked like he was going to kill . After five seconds that felt forever, he spoke again.
"Be my ace. You currently possess sothing that we have been anticipating for years. We will do our best to nurture you as long as you agree to be my ace. If you refuse, I am sorry, but I have to kill you. I can't let you fall into the hands of my siblings."
"What is so special about this Seed of Darkness?"
"It is believed to be the remnant of the power of the Demon God. It gives a huge advantage to Demons, so everyone wishes to have it." Ilschevar's gaze turned solemn. "Unfortunately, it is hard to control. It clouds your heart with darkness once you lose control over it, bringing the end to this world."
"Am I…"
"Not yet, but you will be powerful enough to do that."
Ilschevar once again extended his hand. I gulped as I looked at it and then grasped it after giving it so thought. I didn't care about how strong I would beco in the future. I only wanted to take revenge on those bastards. At that ti, this was my sole motivation.
My trainer was a goddess nad Valeria Koschinum. Everything about her, bar her emotional sensitivity, was perfect. She was a great teacher and an interesting friend. I hated her when she beca my teacher but liked her when she beca my friend. Through all the torturous training she gave , I grew stronger rapidly.
I never thought much about it, but Valeria made realize that I was talented. I could learn new things quickly and even imitate sothing that I just saw once with ridiculous accuracy. I wondered if it had anything to do with the Seed of Darkness. Valeria confird that it did, but not entirely.
The Seed of Darkness only let comprehend Dark Magic, the Magic that Cursed Creations used, faster and increased my physical strength. Therefore, I could consider myself a genius who was born once in a thousand years.
Two months passed quickly and ca the ti for to beco a Demon. Ilschevar told to drink his blood from the goblet he had prepared. I did it and imdiately lost consciousness. I didn't rember what happened, but everyone looked at with stunned looks on their face when I regained consciousness.
As I touch my forehead, I can feel a pair of horns. I had beco a Demon and it was one of the most amazing experiences I had ever had. The look Ilschevar and Valeria gave made wonder if I looked hideous. I confronted them about it and they asked a question instead.
"Do you know what your Origin is?"
"Uh…wait…" I scratched my head as I tried to say the word that was already at the tip of my tongue. I didn't even know how I could have that word at the tip of my tongue. "Disaster. Yeah, that is my Origin."
Ilschevar and Valeria looked at each other. The forr smiled wryly anwhile the latter got rigid. I could instantly tell sothing was wrong. I wondered if I did it wrong. I was worried that I had missed a procedure.
"Shizuru, I think I have finally figured out the identity of the power inside you. It is not the Seed of Darkness. It is not as impressive but still a terrifying thing to possess."
I won't lie. The revelation disappointed slightly; I thought I was special. Now that I recall it, I want to punch the younger for thinking about sothing so embarrassing. Putting that aside, I looked at Ilschevar inquiringly, prompting him to tell what made him concerned.
"The reason why Origin: Disaster is not as special as the Seed of Darkness is that it is a loose cannon. It instills the thirst for destruction into the mind of its possessor. It corrupts the possessor ever so slightly and there is no way to stop its effect so far."
"In other words, I am going to bring chaos into this world sooner or later," I conclude with a bitter smirk. "Great. Can't a single good thing happen in my life? Do I have to die now? After everything that I have done? Can't I take my revenge on those bastards!?"
I was having an emotional breakdown. Both Ilschevar and Valeria were realists, so none of them ca to comfort . They just stared at as I wept. By the ti I was done weeping, five minutes had passed. The two were already before as I straightened my posture. They put their hands on my shoulders as they looked at with regret.
"We could have let it remain dormant in you. I am sorry for telling you to beco a Demon."
Ilschevar was genuinely apologetic. It made laugh in disbelief because I had never expected a Demon King to be a genuine person. He then offered to seal my Origin which, in turn, would also seal my Demonic Power. I refused that imdiately because I needed the power to exact revenge.
Ilschevar nodded his head but warned that I had to have it sealed by the end of the day unless I wanted him to kill . My Origin had set my path. I was going to bring chaos upon this world. I was the disaster.
Ti flew faster than an arrow when you enjoyed it. Many things happened in six months. I had already beco a Tenth Wing Warrior, making on the sa level as the Demon King's Generals. I had also killed every one of those bastards but one—Nagato.
As I ran through the plain, I wondered what look he would have when I hacked his skull. I was on my way to end the bastard—his turn had co. Seeing his shocked look at the battlefield four months ago was exhilarating but not enough. As his friends did, I hoped he would show an interesting look as he registered the fact that he was going to die in my hands.
He had expected my arrival, surprisingly. He looked at solemnly as if he was ready to die to atone for his sin—it was hilarious.
"Tell …whom am I facing right now?"
"People call Crimson Maiden."
"I see. Agatsuma Shizuru truly died that day, huh?"
"Agatsuma Shizuru died in Hiroshima, killed by the Shinobi that the Shogun sent to kill her."
"…I am sorry."
The look on the bastard's face told he was truly sorry, but I didn't waver. I kept my face expressionless as I swung my greatsword, Rexorem, which had reaped tens of thousands of souls. The fight broke out afterward. Much to my disappointnt, I had beco too strong. Nagato couldn't even make sweat.
I wondered what I would feel after I killed him. Revenge was my main motivation to keep alive. I honestly didn't know what I would do after I killed him. Despite so, I didn't hesitate to kill him just so I could keep my reason for staying alive.
Bam!
By the ti I realized it, Nagato was already sprawled on the ground, bleeding from all places. For the first ti, I could spot fear on his face. A smirk imdiately crept up my flat face. It was what I had been waiting for. He should have shown the look from the very beginning.
Overwheld with ecstasy, I raise my greatsword and swung it down at him. Much to my absolute distaste, he disappeared right before my greatsword made contact with his neck. Livid, I looked around for him. I kept looking for him even a week after his disappearance.
When I still couldn't find him, I quickly accepted the fact that I could never find him. It was the mont when my life as Shizuru Agatsuma ended. She had achieved her goal, so it was ti for the new her to start a new journey. That way, Millonia Trelova was born.
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