The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

“It has been a while since we all got together like this.”

It was Hasyath, the leader of the Rans, who said this.

Three years ago, following the incident, all races involved in the war were labeled as evil beings allied with the Demon King.

A fierce and bloody battle was fought against the paladins following the Sun God, and the Rans, who were outnumbered, sought Diablo’s protection.

It was humiliating for a race considered to be one of the top three races to come under someone else’s protection, but it wasn’t a bad decision.

Diablo Volfir was now the Demon King of Wrath, but they knew he wasn’t evil.

‘But it is different from back then.’

Hasyath looked at Diablo.

He felt darker than before, especially those eyes.

They felt more subdued, like no emotion could be found.

But all of that didn’t matter. This was a path where everyone would walk to hell, and to the public, they were the evil ones.

In today’s world, good and evil aren’t so different, but normal people have no way of knowing this.

“Tell me why you called us.”

Hiyan, the High Elf asked. She was in the same situation as the Rans.

No, maybe worse. Considering the World Tree was almost burned, and without Diablo’s help, they would have lost what was left of their home.

Whether they liked it or not, they had to be under Diablo. And Hiyan asked,

“Are we going to start the war?”

War.

That word made everyone turn to Diablo.

However, not all gazes had the same emotions.

Some were looking for hope in the war. Some felt pity. Some were just curious.

Looking at all those glances, Diablo said,

“Not yet.”

At those words, some of them clicked their tongues.

“Tch. I am not interested unless the war starts.”

One of them clicked their tongue and walked towards the door. In that absurd situation, everyone looked shocked.

It was Galakios.

A demon from the Devildom, whom Diablo had directly recruited. In the Devildom, where many Demon Lords ruled, there were demons who didn’t belong to any side.

Among them was Galakios, who was strong enough to go against the Demon Lords.

In the first place, he wasn’t the type to serve under someone, and he didn’t come under Diablo for a reason, so no one could stop him.

Except for one.

“You should be grateful to the Demon King for looking after such a rebel. How dare you speak up?”

Abset.

As he served the former and current Demon King of Wrath, he couldn’t ignore the words of Galakios.

“Know your place, lowly bug.”

“Haa?”

At the sudden words, Galakios stopped and glared at Abset, who was shocked.

“Did you just say that to me?”

“Who else here is arrogantly leaving their position?”

“You are speaking too much for a mouth-tied bastard.”

“I don’t know who you are calling a bastard. Why are you even here?”

“That is it! I will pull out your mouth first!”

“Among the weaklings, are you the strongest? I will show you.”

“Both of you stop. What are you doing in front of the master?”

At that time, a black-haired woman on the other side frowned at their actions.

“Hah! Jor! I am just educating him.”

When Abset responded to Jormungand’s words, Galakios snorted.

“Fawning over that means you have a death wish. Fucking disgusting.”

“… is this guy insane or what?”

“I said stop.”

As Jormungand turned serious, the two demons turned to her.

Abset clicked his tongue.

“Even you cannot stop me.”

Same with Galakios.

“You people…. Have you finally given up today?”

“Idiots. How dare you act out in front of my master….”

Jormungand was ready to summon her scythe. When the three of them were ready to pounce on each other….

“Stop!”

Thud!!

A tremendous pressure filled the space, but not everyone felt it. Just the three.

Only the three who were about to fight felt the pressure.

“Kuak!”

Galakios couldn’t resist it. He was frowning and turned to see the other two.

To see if they were the same as him, unable to stand this pressure.

‘What is…?’

None of them could do anything here. He bit his lip, but even his magi wouldn’t move, and he was at a loss for words.

‘Was he this strong?’

When he first met Diablo Volfir, he knew he was strong, but not this overwhelmingly strong.

Wasn’t this power greater than that of the Great Demon King?

Diablo opened his mouth in a calm tone.

“Everyone calm down.”

With that, the heavy pressure vanished like a lie.

Abset gasped, Jormungand barely stood, and Galakios looked at Diablo.

The man sat up arrogantly.

He couldn’t understand what those eyes were thinking, but it was the first time he had felt such a difference in power.

Diablo looked at him and said,

“It won’t be long before you get what you want, so take a seat.”

His eyes were so cold that he couldn’t even say anything.

He just trudged back to where he was. And when the situation was roughly settled, Hiyan sighed.

“Then why did you summon us?”

If there was no war, there was no reason to call them here. They all had work to do. Leaving their positions to come here could already have done a lot of damage to their races.

Their strength was needed to keep this northern land, where there was no warmth.

Diablo nodded his head.

“I found a trace.”

..…!!

At that, everyone’s eyes widened.

Trace.

There was no way that those gathered here didn’t know what it meant.

“Trace of… someone?”

At that time, a red-haired woman who was listening, Venna, said. At her words, some looked at Diablo, and he said,

“Exiled God Shiva.”

“Shiva!!!”

Hasyath shouted, clenching his fist.

A Nature God who was said to have been defeated by the 12 Gods, and his power was known to not fall far behind Ra’s.

And the existence, who was the beginning of the Ran race.

And his traces were found.

Hasyath couldn’t help but feel excited.

“Where is it? The place where his traces were found?!”

“Calm down.”

“Do I look like I can calm down?”

Hiyan tried to calm him down, but he couldn’t.

After three stressful years of avoiding the eyes of the 12 Gods, the traces were finally discovered.

“Please tell me where you found him?”

“Rotomo Strait.”

Hearing ‘Rotomo Strait’ made him frown.

No one who lived in this world wouldn’t know it. One of the six Bans in this world, where whirlpools, lightning, and rain never stopped.

The sea monsters were known to be ten meters tall, and the sea water was known to turn skin to stone.

However, none of those present here were afraid of the six Bans.

They were all strong.

The problem was that it wasn’t about the Bans.

“The realm of the Sun God.”

To be precise, it was in the southwest corner of the western continent, Arisha, but all lands except Olvia were protected by the Sun God.

In particular, the Rotomo Strait was an area that almost touched the Brion continent.

“Fighting will be inevitable.”

Behemoth said.

He was still small, but he knew things.

“So, by calling us together, you want to send everyone there?”

“As if. If that happens, this land will not be able to handle the curse of Ra.”

At Jormungand’s words, Behemoth nodded.

And Diablo said,

“I will leave the selection up to you, Hasyath. Because you are the most desperate about this.”

“I am grateful.”

Hasyath bowed, feeling grateful but not the others.

“Is that all?”

The traces of an old God were found. Wasn’t it something to be discussed before dismissing them?

Even now, the lands in the north were suffering. They had to take back their rightful places to face Ra.

“Not done yet.”

Diablo opened his mouth as if he had something to say and rose up.

As he descended the stairs, a black aura moved around him, and it contrasted with his pale skin.

Diablo stood right before them and said,

“Three years. During that time, we have been crouching and working on our own.”

The land became deprived of warmth, and most lands and foundations collapsed, making it impossible to see the future.

Many people fled to the north, and some turned hostile too.

They couldn’t hold on anymore.

Based on what was left, there was nothing they could do to fend off the enemies.

But…

“It is different now.”

Three years.

Diablo created this black tower, subdued the remaining remnants of Wrath, and took them under his control.

There were still a lot of things to do, but at this point, the foundation had been established to some extent.

So…

“The time for a counterattack is approaching. Yes. A war that no one wants. It isn’t long before we can fully avenge the humiliation that happened.”

Diablo’s purple eyes glowed.

“It begins right after the old God’s traces are found. In the process, there will be a lot of hardships because of the enemies, but everyone has a reason to hold on.”

On that day, three years ago.

Diablo abandoned his current name.

To wield nonsense.

Only to set things right through violence.

“The beginning starts after recovering the power of Shiva, the God of War. Then we…”

Diablo twitched his lips and smiled for the first time.

“We start the war.”

Sun God.

Bring down that damned bastard from his high and mighty havens.

“Go. Go and get your hands on the power. I will protect you.”

Everyone’s faces were filled with joy. The chance had finally arrived to get back everything that had been lost.

But only one person wasn’t smiling.

It was Ricky, the man in gold.