The consciousness seemed to be floating in the air and many disordered memory fragments swirled around like a tornado. In contrast, there was a strange calmness in the center of the consciousness.
Ironically, his self should have disappeared quickly in the methodical sea of memory, like broken ice melted into boiling water and it was because Flint Lopez took the Demon Kingâs head at Ulyssesâ behest, directly causing the Demon Kingâs memory to remain chaotic, allowing him to barely maintain his rationality.
This was just a simple return of memory, Nemo thought bitterly. If this body was destroyed, the consciousness would return back to its original body. Under the pressure of removing emotions, he wouldnât even have the chance to struggle.
Nemo clung to his memories and struggled like a drowning man. He couldnât step on the ground with his feet, and he threw his arms hopelessly, but he was able to occasionally poke out of the water in this boundless torture and get a mouthful of precious air.
The resistance continued.
Nemo roughly repelled the memories that kept surging in his mind, desperately denying them. These memories didnât belong to him. Nemo kept thinking to himself that he was the Nemo Light from Roadside Town.
He had a short life and a beloved lover.
Be just like a drowning man who couldnât struggle for eternity under physical limitations, âNemo Lightâ couldnât resist like this forever. Before he was almost torn apart by anxiety and despair, he caught such a flicker of a shimmering clue.
It was like finding a weak point in an iron wall that was slowly moving inâŚ
[Go to the surface?] Aurorae in his memory responded curiously.
[A theory, I remember mentioning it to you. I didnât name it. The intelligent race on the surface calls it Woodruffâs Theorem. Once a two-way connection across space is established, it can only die out naturally in accordance with the law. The connection itself cannot be broken.]
[I donât understand.]
[To put it simply, if there is no error in my calculation⌠You can separate a little flesh and attach your consciousness to it. Then, when the surface creatures summons demons, you can attach yourself to a subordinate or intermediate demon. Next, you need to use this flesh to reach a contract with the surface life, so they can âfixâ youâ Your body is in here while your flesh is at the other end. Such a state will be very stable.]
At that time, he continued very coldly.
[I tried it with my own flesh, but the subordinate demons were completely unable to withstand the power of my flesh. Next, I will continue to try and see if I can get different results by using intermediate demons. The Corewen Flat Snake is a good test subject. Answer me now, Aurorae, are you going?]
[Why me? You have created a lot of wanderers without even thinking about it.]
[Itâs safe to experiment like this.]
[Itâs not a matter of safety. Why me?]
At that time, Nemo couldnât understand the answer the other party was chasing, so he could only explain patiently.
[On the one hand, you have intelligence, and you can get more information. ă
After receiving his calm thoughts, the young blind bug, who couldnât move much, curled up its body and transmitted a hint of grievance and discontent.
[âŚOn the other hand, you can experience things you have never been able to do before. For example, vision, the ability to freely move, and so on. The more information you can understand, the easier our communication will be.]
The trace of grievances and dissatisfaction disappeared suddenly.
[Okay.] The mood of the blind bug instantly lifted. [But⌠But I may not be back for a long time. YouâŚ]
[When you grow up, your body can instinctively eat miasma, and I will bring food regularly.]
[No, I mean, if Iâm not here, itâs just youâŚ]
[Whatâs the problem?]
[âŚNothing, father.]
[I am not your father but do as you like.]
How many years have passed since then?
Aurorae came back, and came back quickly, perhaps too quickly for a superior demon.
The demon excitedly recounted everything he saw on the surface. The pleasant, annoying, endearing, hateful, and the nostalgia.
The Demon King couldnât understand much. He listened calmly beside the ever-larger lantern blind bug trying hard to extract useful information from it. In about a hundred years, when the other party shed its flesh for the fifth time and returned to the body at the bottom of the Abyss, Nemo objected.
[The experiment ended a long time ago, Aurorae.] Nemo said quite sensibly. [At present, you frequently abandon your flesh to go to the surface then return to your body. Even if I could treat you, the loss of flesh injected with power will still make you weak. From the results, the information you gave me the last two times was quite repetitive⌠You can choose to stay on the surface or in the Abyss for a long time, and you donât need to continue this meaningless behavior.]
[Are you worried about me?]
[This is not a âworryâ but a reasonable suggestion.]
[I like to go back⌠If you really think this behavior is meaningless, I wonât tell you about it anymore. Now Iâm going to the surface, father. Please send my flesh to the designated demon.]
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[Father, donât you hate the surface? In the last expedition, their methods were reallyâŚ]
[Pain is something that doesnât matter. It only helps me judge the degree of injury. Compared to pain, the weakness of the other party bores me. There havenât been any new breakthroughs on the surface recently, and itâs disappointing seeing the same few tactics repeatedly.]
[I understand.]
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[Father, do you have any wishes?]
[Wishes? I have none. If I have to say it, I want to go to the surface, but so far, I havenât found an effective way. The current expeditions are too frequent, and I donât have much time to concentrate on thinking. I hope that the army sent from the surface will be stronger next time.]
[You mean, powerful surface creatures can make you sleep longer?]
[Theoretically, yes. The more powerful the surface creatures are, the higher the value of intelligence and knowledge they bring. I need more time to analyze before I can condense a new body.]
[I understand.]
âŚâŚ
[Father, IâŚ]
[Whatâs the matter?]
[Nothing.]
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The current Nemo could understand what Aurorae didnât say.
Thousands of years have passed, and the lantern blind bug had gradually aged. Aurorae was moving towards the end of his life, and the unnecessary consumption of flesh had accelerated the process. Aurorae had lived on the surface and could move freely and saw everything. Then he personally destroyed his flesh on the surface, brought his consciousness back to the Abyss to give information to âhimâ that he had collected on the surface.
The cycle kept repeating.
Again and again. Relayed the information then again and again. As the power of the blind bug waned, the interval between Auroraeâs round trip became longer, and at the same time, he became more silent.
Finally, one day, the demon he fed never came back.
The Demon King wasnât surprised. In his opinion, even if Aurorae was gone forever the first time, it was fully understandable.
The bottom of the Abyss was dark and barren and wasnât suitable for beings with emotions to live there for a long time.
With the combat and magic theories that Aurorae had learned from him, he wouldnât have too many opponents on the surface. Aurorae could continue to live on with his surface flesh until the body at the bottom of the Abyss died.
According to normal logic, that demon shouldâve done this a long time ago.
The Demon King still kept feeding Auroraeâs aging body regularly. Over the past few thousand years, this had almost become habitual. Occasionally, just occasionally, an idea of no value would pop upâŚ
How is the lantern blind bug that I raised now?
Knowing that the other party would not bring any more information, why should he continue this feeding behavior?
No, he knew. The current Nemo knew very well.
Born alone in the void, the concepts of âfamilyâ and âcompanionsâ never existed in his life. Sensibility wasnât conducive to his survival, so the erosion of âfeelingsâ began a long time ago, thus he couldnât understand it. Feelings were not simply âyesâ or ânoâ, they only âproduceâ and âdisappearâ.
Yes, this was what he was once worried about. Nemo even wanted to laugh a little. If one must strictly abide by their instincts to survive, then thinking itself was meaningless, and he should have known this a long time ago.
Nemo didnât hesitate for too long. He spread out his limbs in his consciousness, relaxed his spirit, and completely gave up resistance.
There was no denial, no panic.
These were his memories, and he now had a name. A human named him with blessings, hoping that he would live. Even if the fragments of memory that came up were filled with chaos, killing, and bloodâŚ
âIt wasnât that he lost himself,â Nemo thought coldly, âhe just hasnât changed since the very beginning.â Now he could understand that he could twist that little vein of emotion out of the darkness.
And then dominate it.
The tornado of memories stood still.
First there were the memories related to Aurorae, then Ulysses, the previous generation, and the ones after thatâ The memories no longer collided with his sanity in a disordered manner. Under the suppression of reason, they returned to their position obediently, like leaves of a tree, resting on the thin branches of emotion.
âIt was nothing more than pain,â Nemo thought to himself, letting the blood and the pain of countless âdeathsâ in his memory passed through his mind.
These were all his things, whether it was in the past or present. He wasnât their enemy. He was their master. If he was afraid of himself, then nothing could begin.
The pain continued, but the fear stopped.
It was hard for Nemo to tell exactly how he felt at the moment. It felt refreshing, like a groggy mind that instantly cleared up. Joy and sorrow had become thin. He had seen the lonely dark void, and also the ripples of flowers. He had seen the burning sun, and also the transitional color of human eyes.
A beautiful, emerald green.
The memories were completely sorted out. A small crack appeared in the heavy darkness, and as the emotions of the past and the present converged, and the crack became wider.
He won.
The â19th generationâ Demon King was now truly awakened.
Even if this short-lived âselfâ would pass away after being executed by Ulysses, that was the next problem he needed to worry about. Now he could be regarded as having successfully taken the first stepâ Not being overwhelmed by the huge memories and falling into madness.
Nemo moved his fingers and found that he had finally regained some control of his body.
Then he opened his eyes. Although in the dark underground, this behavior didnât have any actual effect.
Next, he smelled blood.
âAurorae,â Nemo spoke, moving away the other partyâs cold finger against his forehead. Then he sat up. âLong time to see.â
âLight.â The other partyâs voice didnât sound stable and was mixed with gasped breathing. âI have something to say. Please listen to me. As for after that, it doesnât matter if you kill me.â
Nemo raised his hand in silence, and the healing spell climbed onto Auroraeâs broken body. Unfortunately, Auroraeâs aura was already too weak, and he could only delay his impeding death. The current demon slayer was too weak that even the human flesh could no longer be collected for his own use.
Startled by Nemo Lightâs treatment, Aurorae looked at the other personâs silver eyes that was gleaming in the darkness and frowned.
But he knew that he didnât have much time left, and he didnât want to spend too much time on Mr. Lightâs motives. Aurorae took a deep breath and exhaled words with all his strength.
âIf you can return to the surface, be sure to tell those people that this generation the Demon King is very dangerous. I think you should be able to feel the power of this âUlyssesâ. If you want to go on an expedition, please be sure to do it after a hundred yearsâŚâ
Even if he was about to die, he may be able to buy a little more time.
âI donât really care if youâre willing to be loyal to the Abyss, Light. There is only one thing⌠Just watching you, you care about that boy from Lopez from the bottom of your heart. Even for himâŚâ
Nemo Light was silent.
âI saved you from Ulysses. When I die, youâd better hide here for a while and try to suppress your aura. Then escape to the surface. I can tell you the wayâŚâ
âI canât leave.â Light finally opened his mouth. His tone was a bit eerily familiar.
Aurorae subconsciously frowned.
âI canât leave now,â Light repeated again.
The demon slayer let out a long sigh. He withdrew the power of his arm and let it fall on the cold sand with a soft noise.
ââŚThen thatâs it,â Aurorae said wearily. âAt least I tried. Unfortunately, weâll all die here⌠Light, if you want to pursue your grievances with the reconnaissance team, you can do it now.â
Nemo Light stretched out his hand, and there was a certain brilliance on that pale hand. Aurorae narrowed his orange-red eyes and looked calmly at it.
But it didnât bring pain and death.
It just touched the top of his head, and the next second, the bottom of the dark Abyss suddenly lit up as bright as day.
Aurorae was in a trance.
The top-level illusion instantly lifted up. Just as the world had truly changed, the two of them were now in an ordinary street on the surface.
Auroraeâ Or rather, Talbott Vance recognized this place. This was Noer, a border city where the Dawn Tavern was located and the street where the Mercenary Guild branch was.
The sun hadnât risen yet and there were still sparse morning stars in the sky. Pedestrians walked in groups of three to five, traversing the streets in the early hours of the morning. The crisp birdsong came from afar, the wooden wheels from vendorsâ carts creaked on the stone road, and the air was mixed with cooking smoke and the peculiar smell of dust in the early morning.
He was supposed to be sitting with his back to the demonâs corpse, but instead was on the side of the street, on the steps of a bakery that hadnât opened yet. Even the dust on his fingers was unmistakably real. Nemo Light was half kneeling across from him, his right hand was still resting on top of his head, and his gaze looked solemn.
ââŚWhat are you doing?â Aurorae coughed. Things were too strange. Even Telaranea couldnât make such a perfect illusion. âLight, take your hand awayââ
âWhat did you wanted to tell me last time?â
âWhat last time?â
âThe last time you left the Abyss and didnât come back.â Nemo Lightâs black hair was scattered on his cheek, his robe was in tatters, looking very wretched. The slightly cloudy early morning light reflected the delicate features that belonged to humans, which were no different from the ones in his memories.
But his temperament was subtly different. Even if they didnât intersect much, he could detect that something was wrong.
It was a certain sense of oppression of something superior. Aurorae subconsciously shrank back, and then realized how terribly familiar this fear was.
âYouâŚâ
âI told you clearly that even if I can heal you, the loss of flesh injected with power will still make you weak. Even if itâs me now, I have no way to save you, Aurorae. You shouldnât have come back for a long time.â
The pale young man sighed, let go of his aura completely, and then immediately retracted it.
âNow you should be able to recognize me. Itâs just for an instant, since right now you canât withstand too much magic pressure.â
âFatherâŚâ
Aurorae moved his lips. He raised his head slightly, looking at the scene on the surface in front of him. His eyes were sour and something warm slid down from the corner.
How comical.
Together with Telaranea, they had deduced countless times that the underground âUlyssesâ was the newly emerged Demon King, but the aura that Nemo Light was giving off at this moment wasnât fake. A completely different one from before, full of wildness and dominance.
Memories could be copies, and feelings could be falsified, but Aurorae would never mistake the Demon Kingâs aura.
Thatâs right. Lightâs memory loss not long ago turned out to be this. It seemed that Flint Lopez taking the Demon Kingâs head to the surface wasnât necessarily out of desire for glory.
Have you finally found a way to get to the surface, father?
And he didnât know. Of course he didnât know. Hundreds of years ago, before the last expedition took place, he had abandoned the Demon King.
Just as his kind had abandoned him, without prior notice, decisively and resolutely they left him in the cold and lonely darkness.
In fact, just before ascending to the surface this time, Aurorae believed he would return when the time was right, as he always had done.
But he was too old.
After successfully landing on the surface this time, Aurorae began to waver. If he returned to the Abyss, did he still have the strength to leave there? The deathbed of a superior demon could last for up to a hundred years. He would lose his vision and ability to move, and he would slowly await his death in the darkness.
He began to fear. The brighter the sun, the more he feared the death in the dark.
He wasnât a âdemon slayerâ. Aurorae trembled and clenched his fist. He was nothing more than a coward, a traitor. Perhaps the ever-cold Demon King wouldnât care about his existence, but Aurorae couldnât really use this as an excuse.
His father, who had no compassion, gave him such a warm nameâAfter thousands of years of living together, he knew him very well. The Demon King did possess extremely faint emotions, a heart that was elusive, but was present.
[Everyone doesnât like being left behind.]
Having been abandoned himself, he should deeply understand this pain, and now he had done exactly the same thingâ Because of fear, he left his loved one behind.
Aurorae couldnât forgive himself.
He obviously wanted to see the Demon King again, instead of staying on the surface and doing something to make amends, so that he wouldnât be overwhelmed by the guiltâŚ
He did his best to teach Flint Lopez so that Lopez could grow up into the strongest person on the surface, and then naturally participated in the expedition. According to what his father once told him, wouldnât this allow him to sleep longer and not be disturbed frequently?
He taught those fools who tried to turn the surface into scorched earth so that the forest remained green, and the river flowed as usual. If one day his father could come to the surface, he could preserve the beautiful scenery he had seen intact for his fatherâŚÂ Does his father still remember his long-winded and unstructured descriptions?
But these were just his wishful atonement, self-imposed fantasies.
After all, all he needed was time to talk, but he no longer had the time to talk to the Demon King. Even if it couldnât be understood, he should have been able to convey it to the other party solemnlyâŚ
However, he always thought that next time, the Demon King might be able to understand. Next time, next time, next time, until he was defeated by fear and completely lost the opportunity to speak out.
ââŚFather.â Aurorae grabbed Nemoâs wrist as tears finally gushed out.
It could be considered a miracle that such a cowardly person had a chance again.
âIâm not your father,â this time, Light showed a half-embarrassed and half-sad smile, ââŚbut do as you like.â
The author has something to say:
I recovered a lot of flags, and I am satisfied. _(:Сââ )_
Yes, Aurorae isnât a villain! He is justâŚa small domestic animal (âŚâŚ
The demon slayer protected the surface, not because he loves the surface.
Kinky Thoughts:
Why are all the side charactersâ story so good and emotional. It always makes me tear up reading it. Poor Aurorae! Youâre just a little bun that needs love!
We also know why the Demon King saved Bagelmaurus in the first place. Poor Bagelmaurus. I wonder how it will react when it finds out it was nothing more than an experiment attempted by the Demon King to reach the surface.