Use the power of the Demon King to destroy those reincarnated in another world

"Neil?" The boy called, but of course there was no response.

The vision began to distort. How is this going? He didn't understand at all.

"What happened?" the boy said in an unusually calm voice.

"She couldn't bear it when a customer acted aggressively, that's all."

"That's it?" The boy trembled.

"Calm down. I have already received the compensation and I will give it to you. Also, you should rest for some time first.

"What are you talking about?" The young man turned to look at his master, but after seeing his eyes, his whole body froze. A mechanical look without any emotion, so indifferent that even sympathy has disappeared.

"You are what I need, don't collapse here. If you wish, I can give you a new name." As soon as he finished speaking, the master turned his back and walked away, as if everything was over.

"Wait, wait a minute." The boy's words made the master stop. People around him were alert in case of emergency.

"Is that it?" the boy asked, and the master nodded with annoyance.

"You've been having good luck recently, have you mistakenly thought that everything is going smoothly? That girl is just my tool, no more, no less." The man spat out these words contemptuously.

"But I do understand how you feel, so I said I would give you compensation and leave. What else do you want?" In response to this cold voice, the young man lost the strength and lowered his head.

It wasn't that he was struck.

But he was disgusted by everything.

The master who blindly follows everything is in vain, the people around him who feel sorry but persevere, and the doctor who doesn't even respond to the people who have passed away. Also, despite the death of the person I love most, I still try to stay calm with my twisted thoughts.

He was disappointed in all of this.

The owner turned around and walked away, and the people around him also left the place. The doctor seemed uninterested and went about his business.

The remaining teenager turned weakly to Neil. She slept peacefully, as if she were still alive.

"Ahhhhh!!" The boy cried silently.

The boy after that seemed to have lost his vitality compared to him before, as if everything was a lie. He didn't go to work, didn't do anything with the money he received, and barely ate.

However, no one worried about him, no one cared about him, it was just a small thing for those who understood what a slave was.

So, time passed quietly for a while. The young man knew the fate of slaves who could not be used. People won't be kind to a tool that doesn't serve a purpose, and it's likely to be thrown away.

That day, two men came to pick up the boy.

"Get out of the room." They told the teen and he walked out of the room without resistance. You might be lucky enough to be sold, or in the worst case, executed.

It doesn't matter. There was only nothingness left in the young man's heart, and he gave up thinking.

Yet, deep within him, there was something. He knew that even if that being was released, nothing would change.

So, nothingness. This is a situation of giving up. The two men led the boy through the passage and opened the door to the outside. They then walked out and were suddenly startled by three loud bangs.

"W-what!?" a man said.

With successive explosions, the building began to collapse.

"Go over here!" The man who shouted before said to another person and the boy, and then ran in an unsafe direction. However, the two people started running, but the boy stopped.

The two men who looked back shouted, "Whatever you do!" Then they left the boy there and left. The young man continued to stare at the ruins blankly.

The fleeing crowd.

People dancing in the air.

Facing the tragic reality, the boy felt the emotions welling up inside him. He pictured Neil's smiling face in his mind. Then came the cold eyes of the master. And the bystanders.

He evoked previous questions: What is "justice"?

It wasn't the first time he'd seen someone die, and he wasn't new to it either. Slaves who tried to escape or rebel were killed. The Value of Life Even after witnessing this, the boy did not have any emotions.

However, when he saw Neil's peaceful face, he felt his heart collapse. Emotions ranging from anger to hatred to sadness flowed there. When he thought about this, he suddenly realized.

My past self was just a bystander.

This is the life of a slave that began in childhood. Contaminated by the daily environment, being a bystander became his role.

Therefore, as a bystander, his emotional fluctuations become indifferent to others.

However, from the change in the environment, the pollution was purified, and he was forced to change from a bystander to a participant, and he released his emotions for the first time. The emotional outburst accelerated the boy's thinking.

What is "justice"?

Justice in the Empire is simply determined by the difference between good and evil for the state. So what is personal inner justice? Different from the ethical ideas known as good and evil.

A philosopher often said: "The winner is justice." However, the boy felt that there was something different about that.

So, what is "justice"?

What came to mind was myself breaking down and crying in front of Neil. Looking down at his master with indifferent eyes. Onlookers watching with indifferent eyes.

In an instant, he realized it.

In wars between countries, factional struggles among powerful men, and fierce battles between devils and heroes, there are winners and losers. In any era, most people believe that the winner is the virtue of justice.

But this is wrong. Good is not the same as "justice", and evil is not the same as evil.

Of course, the result is not the same as justice for the majority. When a person persists in his beliefs, justice resides in that firm "will". Trace it back to its origins, but you cannot ignore it.

Wherever the young man looked, there was a hot explosion. People were spinning and flying in the air. He felt a negative emotion spreading violently in his heart.

Would anything change if we had such arrogant power?

Even if he couldn't save Neil, what could he do at that time and place?

In this way, won't you fall into such a wasted mood?

Unconsciously, the boy's fists were trembling with anger. As an individual will, what can we do in "powerless justice"?

He is just a spectator. Even if you become a party, the nature of corruption will not change. The spectator has no will. Therefore, there is no justice either.

The defeated dog who barks outside his voice is better than the winner.

He has fallen.

Society has fallen.

The world has fallen.

Resentment, anger, and jealousy gradually turned his thoughts to hatred. But in malice, in darkness, he implanted that idea into his own mind.

The explosion was getting closer and closer, approaching the boy unstoppably.

It's okay to die here. But even if I die, I will never forget it.

It was this tragic situation that drove me to my fragile essence, this stupid species that took away what was precious from me, this rotten world.

There was an explosion and sound, and everything in front of me stopped instantly.

Every particle of dust, the smoke that stopped before the boy's eyes, and that flaming red, impulsive smile. Everything stopped with the sound. Faced with a phenomenon beyond his understanding, the boy realized that he was unusually calm.

"Not bad, full of hatred." The voice came from behind, and the boy took a few steps back.

A few meters behind the boy stood a man wearing a white T-shirt and ripped jeans. His hair was messy, his pupils were black, and his eyes were so cloudy that they were almost lifeless. The boy looked at him silently, and the black-haired man returned an evil smile.

"Do you hate this world?"

For some reason, the boy felt that he had to answer this question, as if he was dominated by obsessive and disturbing thoughts.

"Hate everything."

"what?"

"I hate everything."

The man's eyes widened and he laughed loudly: "I see, it's not bad." The man said, extending his right hand to the boy. Then he laughed evilly again.

"Do you want power? Do you want the power to turn your puny self into a strong one?" The man's words filled the boy with a trance-like realization from his toes to the top of his head, slowly and slowly spreading throughout his body.

"The strong cannot do it."

"what?"

In response to the boy's answer, the man tilted his head.

"Being strong is not enough. I need more than just being strong."

Facing the excited young man, the man gradually stepped forward, followed by his loudest laugh yet. The man looked at the boy with a smile and opened his hands.

"Okay! I'll give it to you! I'll lead you to the top!" The man's throat gurgled.

In a long-awaited moment, answers, doubts arising, awareness lost, ideals of death. Everything swelled in front of this man. It was no longer hope and empty talk, but the reality that imprisoned the future.

This is not an illusion. That's what the tingling sensation on his skin and the extradimensional phenomenon told him.

The man stopped laughing and looked directly at the boy: "My name is Kamiya. What is your name?"

"Name?" When hearing this question, the boy lowered his head.

The man named Kamiya hesitated, but still waited. Because he couldn't see the vitality in the boy's eyes, but saw the hope in the boy's expression of giving up.

The corners of the boy's mouth twisted. The corners of his mouth rose, and his expression became sinister.

"Titan..." The boy swallowed softly, "'Titan'. That's my name."

Now in the young man's eyes, there is no longer the dead emotion before, only the firm will to realize his ideal exists.