Because of differing stances, conflicting beliefs, irreconcilable coexistence, and the hostility brought on by his identity, he rarely received goodwill or kindness from others.
To him, in this other world, goodwill was a luxury.
After all, burdened with the curse of the gods, it was almost impossible for him to be treated kindly by the forces of order.
As for the forces of chaos—kindness? That simply didn't exist. This side operated strictly by the law of the jungle—weakness was a sin.
However, when he did receive kindness or goodwill, regardless of whether it was helpful, useless, or even a burden, as long as someone showed a sincere intent to help or save him, he would repay such kindness many times over.
Of course, if one day they became enemies due to differing ideologies, stances, or the impossibility of coexistence, he wouldn't hesitate to act.
Public is public, private is private.
Debt repaid is debt cleared.
Once they became enemies, he owed them nothing, and he would strike without mercy—granting them death with the utmost respect.
That said, those whom he treated with such utmost respect were usually people who still retained their original hearts—those who were forced into opposition by circumstances. On the other hand, those who exploited his goodwill or had lost their sincerity and became repulsive to him, he would give them the cruelest deaths.
In truth, though, these two extremes rarely occurred.
Most of the time, he repaid kindness on the spot and gradually forgot about it—just a passing encounter, after all. He would eventually leave this world, and forming too many connections held no meaning.
So, sometimes, when he found himself fighting an enemy, he wouldn't even realize that the person had once shown him kindness.
That was one of his principles.
Of course, there were also moments driven purely by whim. For example, in the last city, when he saw slaves being sold and oppressed, he wasn't moved at all.
What did that have to do with him? Nothing. So why should he care?
But maybe, in the next city, if he encountered a similar scene, he might bestow those slaves with the power to rebel without hesitation.
It wasn't out of pity or sympathy—just a whim. He expected nothing, sought no understanding. It was simply an act born of impulse.
And so, looking at the girl collapsed on the rain-soaked ground before him—her golden hair, once smooth and shiny, now a wet, tangled mess clinging to her face, her school uniform soaked through, clinging tightly to her body and revealing her curves—her figure, now somewhat translucent, might be oddly alluring to certain unsavory individuals.
Coupled with her pale, beautiful face full of fear, her terrified blue eyes—such a pitiful and helpless appearance might stir the dark desires of certain twisted people.
"Hold out your hand."
His voice was calm and distant—not a request, but a command full of dominance.
No matter how scared she was, even if she didn't want to, once he had decided to bestow something, it was not up for debate.
She had to accept it.
Meeting her fearful gaze, the pressure he exuded triggered her survival instincts. Her trembling, icy-cold yet delicate hand reached out to his. It was soft, but bore faint callouses—evidence of years of labor.
In the next moment, his gift was forcefully bestowed upon her, ignoring her personal will entirely. His black eyes faintly turned red, with black lightning-shaped marks in his pupils.
The mark of thunder appeared in his palm and surged into her hand with a crackling spark.
He gave her the power to survive such danger once more—a single-use gift.
"It only works once."
He tossed his umbrella to her—he didn't need it. Honestly, he kind of liked this weather. Walking alone in the rain had its own charm.
Hmm? Narrowing his eyes, he glanced at a distant patch of sky and saw an angel. On her back were soft, pure-white wings.
Judging from her behavior, he suspected that the recent reality-distorting anomaly was due to her carelessness—she hadn't cleaned up properly, leaving behind fragments of chaos.
Though the laws of this world would eventually suppress those fragments, anomalies were still bound to happen.
A devilish smile curled on his lips like a crescent moon.
Honestly, this angel was like an angel of destruction—ruining the elegant image of angels that children dream about. Even from afar, he could feel the negative emotions she radiated.
Those emotions could be converted into power for him, though he usually didn't bother absorbing them.
She looked like an overworked corporate drone, full of resentment and curses toward her boss. So… should he tempt her into falling?
He raised an eyebrow.
The angelic domain was starting to fade. This domain, discovered from a feather, allowed the user to ignore the constraints of this world—why angels could use their powers.
He was currently using it himself.
It enveloped his body like an invisible bubble, and with the protection of angelic wings, he no longer had to worry about his body collapsing under the force of his powers.
The duration of an angel's domain depended on its size and the amount of darkness leaking from his soul—it was directly proportional.
He pulled a feather from inside his collar. Once radiant with divine white light, it was now dry and nearly colorless—darkening as if turning to charcoal.
Like striking a match in the dark just before it burns out, he lit another one—activating a new angel feather.
Thus began the hunt for angels—or rather, the angel hunt.
In the blink of an eye—
"Useless."
"Not even close to the quality of that other one."
He clicked his tongue in annoyance. The angel he'd caught this time had far weaker divine power in her feathers compared to the last.
Still, something was better than nothing.
Without hesitation, he stripped her wings bare—turning them into pitiful stubs like a plucked chicken.
Lying on the ground, the blonde angel twitched, a teardrop clinging to her long lashes—whether it was rain or sorrow, no one could say.
In the next second, his eyes turned dangerously sharp. He reached out a hand toward her small head, but just before touching it, something softened in his expression.
Maybe later.
Let's treat her like a crop of leeks—let her grow again and come back for another harvest.
He raised a finger and tapped the air. A faint electric current disappeared into the void. In the next moment, a rift opened and swallowed him whole.
==========NOTICE==========
Yo~
Translator san's back and kicking finally so expect the updates.
And right, the Demon King Fic is finally picking up the pace so expect to it that I'll return to 2 chaps a day except sunday.
The Life Simulation is also 65% in completion and I'll focus into it. Its gonna result in 1 daily update of the Grand Blue fic. I think that'll also slow down the update for the SCP fic, sorry about that.
Imma get hard into translating the L.S. cuz my goal is to end it in early or mid May before our Barrio's Fiesta in late May.
Once I'm done with the L.S. fic, Imma start another project in June. Its prolly gonna be a Fate fic, a Danmachi fic, a One Piece fic, a COTE fic, or a Naruto fic.
Or I can write some short story shit, I dunno.
That's all.
Xiao~