At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"Ha... ha..."

"Gu... gu... ah..."

I hear groans. A nostalgic groan.

I've heard it many times. I heard so much about it I got bored. It's a sound I've played many times with this hand.

I was born just to make it happen, I just lived to make it happen.

You want me to be born to play that sound again?

"Ta... suke..."

"I don't like... dying... not"

I hear a voice denying death. I hear you fleeing death.

It is everything this self does, and it is denied that it is the only being that can do it.

But where I denied it, I couldn't help it at the earliest.

It's already too late for that wish and it's completely too late.

"Ah..."

And now the last one put out the fire of that life.

They took everything away and disappeared.

I feel my presence fully manifest itself as I look at its end.

"Ha, this is the next wake-up call"

Look at the many corpses lying under your eyes and poison them.

Is this still it? Is my presence still like this?

Then I'll do it. If you want me to do it again, I'll do it again.

Tragic, as many times as you want.

"After all, that's all for me? I was born for it, and that's it, and one day I'll be killed."

Like that day. Like when that dragon and hero killed me.

Curse everything, hate everything, kill everything, and be killed.

Let's live to beat the shit out of everything.

"Kill all spirits, dragons, demons and humans without distinction of any kind. Kill everything without leaving anything behind. I will never forgive you."

But I don't have enough power. My powers are too weak to make it happen now.

If the dragon came, he would be killed without any resistance.

We need to lift up a little.

"We'll have it after we're split. Trouble. If you want to do something like this, you better get rid of it."

No, rather, I must have wanted to disappear.

Death scared me, but death must have been my salvation.

But they don't even seem to forgive me for such a small salvation.

Really, the world doesn't give me what I want.

"The people on track. Don't let me see your face in front of you and think you're safe. I'll kill you all. I don't give a shit about demons or anything. You're my enemies."

I didn't create that kind of thing because I wanted to.

But I just left the humans, the creatures, because it was convenient to kill my hated existence.

The people who interrupted my salvation are no different than the ones I kill at the earliest.

If you show up before me, I'll kill you all.

"I guess that'll come true now too..."

In my state right now, I'd be so full of dealing with all those idiots named Demons.

I was able to suck the lives of the people here, but this body is too poor.

It's probably no use sucking up any more lives.

"Plus, I feel uncomfortable"

When I showed up, I felt uncomfortable as if I was already in this world.

Strange discomfort, like being forced to shape me.

"Right. He's here. Am I here?"

Poor, pathetic beings are getting up before me.

That's, what, pleasant.

Oh, well. Really?

Then there is only a little salvation.

Did you feel this despair before me? How pathetic that is.

And that's why I must be so poor.

They must have taken most of their power to him.

Thinking about it, I just felt a little less inclined to kill.

"... well, there seems to have been a little salvation."

That's not why I forgive the people who created me, but they got somewhat different from what they wanted.

I'm not me anymore. I just think so, just a little bit, my heart's at ease.

"Just a little bit, I feel good"

For a while, let's make a big deal out of it to find the existence that got up before me.

Let's gather our own shards and get to him.

What, I'm me at best. I'm sure you'll do the same thing as me, and you'll meet me in the end.

And they both kill each other the way they want, and survivors just kill everything.

"Very pleasant. I've never felt this way before in my life. Looking forward to it, brother. Let's kill each other in despair."

My fellow citizens, who are wanted and given life, who are not wanted and wish for death, who can only mass produce unwanted death and curse everything.

Let's hit the curse to the full.

I'm the only one who understands you. And you're the only one who understands me.

That makes my heart roar.

I can't wait, bro. I meet you, you kill me, I kill you.

I even feel sincerely loving about you!

Come on, come on, come on.

- Kill me, Hudunadr Valhaul.