Damn Reincarnation

Chapter 380 – The Abyss (4)

Eugene hadn't had many occasions to see the face of the Demon King of Incarceration. During his time as Agaroth, he hadn't seen him at all. Though, as Hamel, he had caught a distant glimpse of the Demon King during the battle on the crimson plains. When he finally entered Babel, Hamel had died before getting a chance to come face-to-face with the Demon King.

In this life, however, he had been entangled with the Demon King of Incarceration from early on.

Their initial encounter had occurred in Hamel’s tomb beneath the desert, although at that time, the Demon King of Incarceration had manifested within the body of a Death Knight.

But from that moment, Eugene found himself directly involved with the Demon King of Incarceration, even meeting him in person during the Knight March.

Yet, it was the first time he had seen the Demon King of Incarceration look this flustered.

"Am I Vermouth?" the Demon King repeated. The previously indifferent expressions that often adorned the Demon King's visage, rarely disrupted but by a thin smile, were replaced by a vivid mosaic of reactions — eyebrows drawing uneven arches and lips twitching.

"Hmm... I didn’t think it was entirely implausible..." Eugene murmured, unyielding and contemplative.

The question might have been blurted out suddenly, yet it was not without a foundation of suspicion. There were indeed considerable similarities between the Demon King of Incarceration and Vermouth: both were suspicious, enigmatic, and fundamentally inscrutable in their intents.

"Are you sincerely asking that?" The Demon King managed to query again with a hollow chuckle. It was a response that seemed tinged with even a hint of offense.

"Why would you think so?" asked the Demon King of Incarceration.

"Because if you were Vermouth, many of my questions would be answered. Why Vermouth would have agreed to make a pact with you, why you agreed to a seemingly disadvantageous promise, why you spared and returned Sienna, Anise, and Molon three hundred years ago. Your involvement in my reincarnation and the time you intervened to save me when I was almost... annihilated."

“Hmm.” The Demon King’s face once again donned a mask of impassivity. He tilted his head slightly, fixing a piercing gaze upon Eugene. "Indeed. Your suspicions are not entirely baseless. So, Eugene Lionheart, what will you do if I tell you that I am Vermouth?”

The question came with a heavy undertone. It was not an entertaining thought. Yet, since it was Eugene who initiated this, he didn't need much time or reflection to respond.

"I'd first listen to what you have to say, then decide whether or not to kill you. Though, being honest, I would likely choose to kill you,” answered Eugene directly.

"You would kill me?" the Demon King asked.

"That’s right." Eugene’s answer harbored no doubt.

Regardless of the circumstances, the Demon King of Incarceration was still a Demon King; he was responsible for initiating the war three hundred years ago, a war that ravaged lands and caused innumerable losses.

"You started the war," Eugene said, his voice cold.

It was an incontrovertible truth. The Demon King of Incarceration had been the first among the five Demon Kings to invade the continent, unleashing a horde of demonic beasts that obliterated neighboring small nations bordering the Devildom.

That marked the inception of a domino effect, ushering in the brutal invasion of the other Demon Kings — the Demon King of Carnage, Cruelty, and Fury — upon the continent.

Although the Demon King of Incarceration became less engrossed in the invasion afterward, the fact that he set the catastrophic events in motion remained unaltered. It was also the reason why all the dragons united and launched an offensive against him.

‘But then, the dragons were slaughtered when the Demon King of Destruction made an appearance,’ Eugene thought.

What was it like during the Age of the Myths? Did the Demon King of Incarceration start it all then, too?

He could not remember. But he wasn't particularly curious either. It was a past life too far away, belonging to a completely different era.

"I see." After a moment of silence, the Demon King of Incarceration nodded slowly. "I did not think there was a… reason to answer, but still, I will give you an answer. I am not Vermouth."

Hearing those words, Eugene felt relieved.

"Eugene Lionheart. You do not need to hesitate at all to kill me," the Demon King of Incarceration declared.

"If so, I am glad," Eugene replied without smiling.

The Demon King of Incarceration gazed at Eugene's face for a while before turning away. This time, Eugene didn't hold back the Demon King of Incarceration when he started walking into the circle formed by chains.

'He refused to kill Sienna and Anise, and formed a pact with Vermouth. He knew me in my past life, aided in my reincarnation, and watched over me in this life….' Eugene’s thoughts were complex.

He had made a pact with Vermouth. It wasn't necessarily because of that. In the end, Eugene, Sienna, Anise, and Molon were enemies of the Demon King of Incarceration.

...Had they been spared because they were too insignificant? It might have been the case. Indeed, the power of the Demon King of Incarceration was overwhelmingly massive. He was allowed to think that way.

But... it seemed like there was a different reason for the Demon King of Incarceration to go to these lengths.

—If you were there with us, there would have been no need to fight the Demon King of Incarceration upon reaching the pinnacle of the Demon King's castle.

—The highest priority for me was that. Reaching the pinnacle of the Demon King of Incarceration's castle, climbing to the top of Babel. If I could meet the true form of the Demon King of Incarceration there, it would have been accomplished. If I had defeated him, the terms of the promise would have significantly changed.

—Just like I did, stand in the palace of the Demon King of Incarceration and arrange to meet his true form. The Demon King of Incarceration won't let you climb Babel easily. He is such an existence.

—What happens afterward, you'll have to experience it yourself.

Eugene recalled Vermouth's words. He had already met the true form of the Demon King of Incarceration. But this place wasn't the peak of Babel. To know the truth, as the Demon King of Incarceration had said, one had to climb Babel.

Yet, the Holy Sword was different from a Divine Sword. It merely borrowed its sanctity from a deity, while a Divine Sword was forged purely of divine power.

Eugene wore a complicated expression while touching his chest, where he had drawn the Divine Sword.

"It cannot be drawn frequently,” he commented.

"Indeed." Anise nodded, a given in her expression. "Hamel. You, being Agaroth yourself, would know best, but the name 'Agaroth' dates back thousands of years… or perhaps even longer. According to your words, didn't all the devotees worshiping Agaroth perish along with the end of the Age of Myths? While there might be few who know the name 'Agaroth' in this era, none would worship Agaroth as a god."

"I suppose so,” said Eugene.

"A god not worshiped by anyone, a deity of war vanished with antiquity. Hamel, even if you are the reincarnation of that war god, there would be hardly any divine might or divinity left in you. Yet according to your own realization... you've awakened the divine power,” explained Anise.

He could wield it only once. That was Eugene's current assessment. While dissecting it finely could allow for several more uses, utilizing the Holy Sword with the Empty Sword would be more convenient and better.

But even if wielded just once, the Divine Sword swung with all his might had annihilated the Demon King’s dark power and split the sea.

"I cannot be certain, but being able to draw the Divine Sword seems to be limited to once a day." Though he couldn't do it at the moment. Eugene murmured, caressing his chest, "It feels... like it’s gradually replenishing."

"The name, the God of War Agaroth, isn't what's important,” said Anise while stepping closer to Eugene. "Only the name has changed. The soul remains the same. Today, Hamel, you killed the Demon King of Fury. Right now, only the punitive force is aware, but once we return to Shimuin, the entire continent will know."

Eugene understood Anise's words.

Divinity grew with faith. The brilliance of the light bestowed by the God of Light was due to the grandeur of the Church of Light among the religions of the continent.

He had killed the Demon King, an astonishing feat that would shake the entire continent. Once this fact was known, many across the continent would chant Eugene's name, perhaps even to the point of worship….

For Eugene, who already possessed the Divine Sword, such worship would accumulate and convert into divine power.

'I see,’ Eugene thought in realization.

Eugene didn't particularly desire it, but the more the continent hailed him as a hero, the stronger his divine power would become. He would be able to swing the Divine Sword more than once as his power increased, and its inherent potency would also grow.

If he managed to garner such surplus in divinity, he would be able to explore other ways to utilize this power as well, beyond just wielding the Divine Sword.

"God... a god…." Sienna cast a complex gaze, stealing glances at Eugene as she murmured, the perplexity evident on her face. "Not a goddamned idiot… but a god? A god, not of idiocy or insanity... but a god of war...?"

"....."

It was a huge insult, yet Eugene didn’t take it as such. The playful linguistic game embedded in that derogatory phrase brought a subtle smile to his lips.

Anise mumbled while eyeing Sienna skeptically, "Was that a joke just now?"

"No... no, it wasn't?" retorted Sienna.

"It sounded like a joke..." mumbled Anise.

"It wasn't, I told you!" shouted Sienna.

Holding back a smile had been the right call. Eugene managed his expression with a fierce determination before turning his head away.

At the moment, the ship carrying Eugene and his party was progressing slowly across the sea.

The Demon King was dead, and so were the dark elves and pirates. However, something might have remained at their base. One of the objectives of this suppression mission was to rescue the dwarf craftsmen who had been kidnapped by the pirates.

‘There were no dwarves among the monsters,’ Eugene remembered.

Of course, it was possible that, having transformed into monsters, they lost their dwarf characteristics... but that didn't mean the expedition could return to Shimuin without checking.

"How is Ciel?" Eugene sighed deeply before asking.

"Her physical condition is... fine. There is no anomaly appearing in her left eye,” answered Anise.

"I checked with magic as well. It's the same. That eye... has certainly become a Demoneye, but it is still functioning properly as an eye,” added Sienna.

Sienna and Anise both gave a sigh.

"Her energy hasn't significantly diminished either. But just in case, we forced her to sleep..." said Anise.

"Carmen and Dezra are watching over her now. For now... let her rest deeply, and we can check the Demoneye later,” suggested Sienna.

"Yeah," Eugene murmured with a bitter smile.

Anise looked at him with worried eyes and said, "Hamel, you shouldn't feel... guilty."

"I should." Eugene shook his head as he responded, "It happened while she was trying to save me."

Anise and Sienna did not say anything in response.

"It was different from what I did three hundred years ago when I rushed in without needing to,” Eugene said bitterly.

If Ciel hadn't pushed him away, if she hadn't thrust herself forward in his stead, the Demoneye of Darkness would have pierced through Eugene's head without a doubt.

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