The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

The rain continued to fall.

There were people dressed in black standing in the rain with gloomy faces.

A sword was engraved onto the finely made white coffin. Even though many people were there, no one spoke, and the coffin was silently dragged out.

A child held someone’s hand tightly, and the mother, well, one couldn’t tell if It was tears or rain falling down her eyes.

With a haggard face, she held onto the child’s hand and followed the coffin.

The person standing in front waved the memorial bell.

Tring! Tring!

How did the sound of the bell stand out in the rain? Even in broad daylight, the dark sky spoke of everyone’s emotions.

“Mom.”

When the daughter, who was crying, called for her mother, she smiled as hard as she could. Despite being in her worst state, she didn’t want her children to look at her crumbled look.

Because her husband, who had left this world first, would want that.

‘Darling.’

You told me not to worry when you were leaving.

That everything would be fine.

You left like that and came back like this.

How do you expect me to endure it now?

How could you leave after making your only wife a widow?

Why did you have to leave first?

‘Darling.’

Sacrificing himself for his son, he left like a parent.

How could she be angry if he left her in that situation? How could she complain?

How could she speak about him being too far from her?

‘Darling….. Jamie….. Jamie is……’

Their son.

A son whose father wanted him to have a perfect life.

My son Jamie.

‘I don’t see Jamie.’

It was the last day of the funeral, yet her son didn’t appear.

He was suffering more than anyone, and he was a lot sadder than anyone. He needed a place to lean on.

They were parents who existed for one purpose, and yet they couldn’t lend their shoulder to their son.

“Jamie.”

Sears looked at the sky.

Rain continued to fall.

The dark clouds were thick, and she couldn’t see much, but she believed.

Somewhere out there, her son was there.

No, he must be watching from there.

“Be happy, Jamie.”

Holding her daughter’s hand, the mother walked along the coffin, wishing for her son to have a happy life.

“Lord.”

Jormungand arrived with an umbrella in the nonstop pouring rain. The sound of raindrops falling was heard.

The black-haired man, who had been in the rain until now, was watching from somewhere.

“Let’s go.”

Jamie didn’t answer. He just looked grim.

He watched the funeral happen from a place where human eyesight couldn’t see. The funeral of his father, Count Welton.

Originally, as the eldest son, he should have been the one dragging the coffin in front, but he couldn’t participate.

Guilt and fear.

And sadness.

“Lord.”

With a sad look on her face, Jormungand called out to him. There was no answer.

She didn’t hope for one either, so she just sighed, but the other person, Behemoth, was different.

“How long do you plan to stay there?”

He looked at Jamie, who was just standing there and shouted.

“How long do you plan to act like a pathetic man?!”

“Behemoth! Stop!”

Jormungand spoke on behalf of Jamie, but he didn’t care. He just continued.

“Are you going to stay silent like that? Will you continue staying still and making that shitty face?!”

“You are being too much to the Lord!”

“Shut up, Jormungand!”

Jormungand flinched at Behemoth’s scream. Normally, she would have argued with him, but she also knew.

Their Lord wasn’t in good shape, and she knew he would break if they left him alone.

“Are you going to let Count Welton’s death be this futile?”

“…”

“Why is he in such a state? Why did he die and leave such words for you? Calm down and get your mind straight, Lord. You shouldn’t be the one doing this to him.”

“….”

“Do you really intend to let everything go?!”

“Behemoth.”

When Behemoth didn’t stop, Jamie, who had been silent until then, called for him.

“You finally answered.”

“Yes. So shut up.”

He said, without turning, and moved further as the rain hit him.

As if it were a punishment.

Come to think of it, when he was young, his father had scolded him once.

When he was around three years old.

He was playing with a rabbit.

At the time, he was angry about how slowly he was growing, so he didn’t consider the life of a small animal very much.

He just stood there watching the rabbit in pain, and because he was a dark magician, he didn’t feel bad about it.

It wasn’t like he was enjoying it either, but then Count Welton noticed it.

At first, he didn’t consider it a big deal, but then his father had other thoughts.

‘Jamie. If you are a human, then no matter how small a life is, you shouldn’t harm it for no reason.’

‘Why?’

‘Because no matter how small they might be in our lives, they are alive and breathing.’

‘But people kill and eat those things.’

‘Killing for need and killing for desire are two different things. If you kill for desire, then you are considered trash. At least, I think people shouldn’t do that. Keep in mind that if we don’t appreciate life and its importance, we turn to a monster wearing the mask of a human.’

At that time, he couldn’t understand why his father was upset. And to be honest, it felt absurd that the Count, who was younger in terms of his original age, was telling him that.

But now…

‘I don’t know.’

The weight of life.

The difference between need and desire.

His father was a man of justice, so he lived by his rules.

He would only draw his sword when needed, and he would try to solve things with words. He was so different from Jamie.

‘All I have left is violence.’

He wanted to live like his father and act like him, but this terrible situation didn’t allow it.

Jamie clenched his fist.

“Sorry, Father.”

I think I might need more time to live like you.

Jamie couldn’t put that in words, so he turned around and noticed Jormungand’s worried face and Behemoth pouting.

Prometheus was way back, leaning against a rock, and Beiros was on the ground looking at him.

‘A little more.’

Jamie stepped ahead.

His subordinates followed.

‘I will have to live according to my desires a little longer.’

He couldn’t be happy yet.

He wanted to be happy, but the reality wasn’t letting him. And so….

Even if it isn’t acceptable, Jamie will now follow the path he has to take.

“Let’s go.”

Jamie Welton.

I’m going to stop using the name my parents gave me for a while.

So forgive me.

“From now on, engrave this onto your heads.”

Black mana and magi both rose from his body.

He, who has transcended the Demon Lord’s essence…

“I am Diablo Volfir. The Demon King who kills Gods.”

Diablo was back.

Lily was quickly escaping from heaven and running somewhere.

She didn’t think that Zenith would lose, and the fact that he couldn’t beat Diablo after absorbing three Gods was absurd to her.

‘I cannot be caught like this,’

Her world had already been swallowed up. She didn’t know that he would act so arrogantly just to be killed.

If she knew this would happen, she would have never joined Zenith’s side.

‘No, maybe he didn’t intend to keep me alive in the first place,’

Lily began to think again.

Still, if she managed to escape from Bless, her chances of survival would increase.

And ever since the division of the Gods began, she had been preparing to leave this place.

-Where are you going in such a hurry?

Right then.

A voice came next to her, and Lily flinched as she moved in the opposite direction.

Tak!

Something hard touched her back, and she gulped as she looked back.

-Why are you so surprised when it isn’t just once or twice that we have met?

A man whose entire body was made of light smiled.

Lily moved to get away from him, but her body didn’t budge.

-Why are you leaving when it has been a long time since we met?

“L-Leave? Who? I am just looking for something else…”

-Hahaha. I see. Then I apologize.

As he said that, Ra let go of Lily.

It was a bit embarrassing to be caught, but she didn’t show it and asked in her calmest voice.

“But… you, who have never appeared to us before, have something to do with us now?”

-I just wanted to hold a meeting after a long time, but you were not home, so I came here on my own.

“… on your own?”

-As you can see, I am not alone.

After that, Ra’s body of light, began to wriggle.

-We came together.

Kuaaak!

“S-Spare meee!!”

Lily’s eyes widened.

A man in the form of an old man and someone looking sharp like a spear came out of Ra’s body.

They screamed with faces of pain, and Lily could only stare at them.

Ra said,

-Now, let’s all start the meeting.

“W-Wait…!”

-There will be no pain. Right…

Ra smiled.

-When you are reborn within me, none of your current memories will remain.

“Like a rebirth?”

-Shouldn’t you just become my faithful subordinate and fight hard for me? That kind of meeting.

As soon as Ra said that, the light from his body extended out and began to suck Lily in.

As she was being sucked into his body, Ra stood there alone in silence. And he stood still until he split the space open.

A temple covered in gold appeared, and Ra sat on his throne alone.

And he said,

“Gather everyone.”

The space tore apart, and the first to appear was Blazer, the Apostle of the Sun. After that, monsters in various shapes appeared.

All of them were beings as strong as the 12 Gods.

They were the creations of Ra.

And he gave orders to his subordinates.

“This is a situation in which I have high hopes. So you guys, from now on….”

Ra smiled.

“Declare that the master of this world has returned. Also, make ‘Demonic King’ Diablo Volfir the enemy of the world and lead him here, and let it be known that the Sun God will punish the Demon King who has stained the path of humans and that I will take on the hopes of mankind.’

Enemy of the world.

Diablo Volfir.

“Let it be known that all those related to the Demon King will be subdued!”

You can never be human again.

So, come.

‘Leave the anger and come challenge me.’

This is where it all comes to an end.

Ra burst out laughing after such a long time.