Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Old Devil (2)

Yasuo's already muddled head froze. The devil wanted him to kill people?

"There is a limit to my patience."

The old man frowned and ordered. "Repeat this mantra."

As he said that, an unknown profound mantra appeared in Yamasaki's mind.

He hesitated–only for a few seconds–before nodding.

The next moment, time seemed to have slowed down.

The old man's face changed. A hint of fear filled his eyes before being replaced by resoluteness. He slapped towards Yamasaki, the pressure suffocating him.

A brilliant white light shone in the distance. Soon appearing in front of him, blocking the old man's vicious move.

It was a tall, lean man. He wore a snow white robe, his long black hair flowing till his waist. He had a plain white mask covering his whole face and he wielded a pitch black sword.

"Damn you!" The old man roared in anger and the tentacles appeared once again. Poisonous purple smoke engulfed the surrounding and huge vengeful ghouls shrieked everywhere.

The tall man's response was simple. He held the sword high up and slashed down. A single slash and after a moment of silence, the vast expanse was filled with white light.

The old man's body expanded and turned into a behemoth. He slapped down with his hand forming ever-changing mudras. Huge golden hands appeared out of nowhere and attacked the tall man from every possible angle.

The old man didn't stop at this. Thick blood flowed out of his mouth and turned into a gigantic dragon. His hairs transformed into even more enormous white tentacles.

A dark flag appeared behind him. As it fluttered, a cold wind blew. The flag that was triple the size of the old man smashed down. The space trembled at its might.

The tall man's response was still the same. His sword moves seemed clumsy but every time he slashed, blazing white light shot out. Wherever the light passed, the world seemed to have turned upside down.

The golden hands collapsed, the dragon got split into countless pieces, the tentacles evaporated, crevices appeared on the colossal flag, and the very space they stood on almost crumbled.

The old man endured the pain of countless sword lights and snapped his head to look towards earth. A pillar of purple light shot out of his eyes.

The tall man sighed and had to strike at the vicious attack to defend the small planet. The old man didn't let this opportunity go and shrunk back to his original size.

He punched at a nearby space crack and his arm exploded. While cursing, he jumped in the opening and fled.

The tall man gazed at the hole and another him stepped out of his body. He flew and chased the old thief.

Everything actually happened in an instant and Yamasaki could only gape at the sight, beyond speechless.

Unknowingly, crisscrossing black and white light had surrounded him, protecting him from the aftermath of the battle.

From who knew where, colorful light flowed towards the battlefield and started mending the broken space. Blue, red, yellow, green, and orange lights shifted gently and changed shape like softly blowing curtains. It looked incredible.

Yasuo gulped when the man turned towards him. As his pitch black eyes gazed into his own, he felt as if he was struck by a sword. Fortunately, the feeling was there only for a few seconds.

Then Yamasaki observed that he had actually calmed down a little.

The tall man finally spoke, his voice cold as ice. "You have two choices. Either reincarnate or receive that flag and scram."

Yamasaki hesitated and asked, "sir, how should I address you?"

"Dior."

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"Sir D-"

"I'll only answer three more questions."

Upon hearing him, Yasuo pressed his lips in a thin line and closed his eyes. He actually had so many questions in his heart. Fortunately Dior calmly waited for him to gather his thoughts.

After some time, Yamasaki asked, "Sir Dior, when I died there was a woman with me-"

Dior cut him off and said, "Her soul didn't dissipate. Mattias was playing with your heart. She had a pretty decent karmic energy surrounding her so there will be no problem in her reincarnation."

Yamasaki heaved a sigh of relief. His state of mind became slightly better.

With Dior's answer more questions popped in his head. But he suppressed them and asked the next question or more like said a statement.

"Sir I want to die."

Dior shook his head.

"No. And even if you die, I'll keep reincarnating you until the agreement is completed."

Kasuo didn't even bother to be curious about this agreement because in the end, it was a cage for him.

After that Dior answered his third question and sent him to the Hall of Reincarnation. He didn't bother to say much beside telling him to wait for five minutes.

Yamasaki gazed at the never ending white corridor. He didn't move around or observed the inscriptions on the wall and just closed his eyes.

After exactly five minutes, he heard a teenager's voice, "Promise me that you will protect my family."

Yasuo opened his eyes to see the male soul that had appeared in front of him. He had incredibly handsome features and a gaze filled with vigor and life. Unlike Yamasaki who had a golden soul, the boy had a light blue one.

Yamasaki had no choice but to agree to him.

He smiled brightly and slowly dissipated, turning into countless tiny sparks. Yamasaki was a bit stunned when he saw this.

The blue sparks started to revolve around him and information flooded him. Kasuo involuntarily closed his eyes and slowly fused with the sparkles.

Unknown time passed, he could finally feel the rush of air going through his nose and his body resting on a soft bed. His ears picked someone sobbing. It was a familiar yet unfamiliar female voice. Another gentle voice consoled the woman and an anxious one explained something.

Yamasaki had reincarnated; not as a newborn but in another body.

He didn't open his eyes to see who these people were. They were the blue teenager's family or to be more exact, his new family.

Now he was Eric Bodwyn and not Yamasaki Yusuo. Though he didn't care either way.

He couldn't kill himself so what could he do now? He felt too tired both mentally and physically, and soon drifted into deep sleep.

When he woke up, he saw his room's roof. It was dark brown in color and was made of triscus wood, a common wood that could be found anywhere in this world. It had complicated inscriptions of unknown use on it.

Yasuo, inadvertently, recalled more information about this and felt dizzy.

When he felt a presence beside him, he turned his weak body in that direction and saw a blonde handsome man, Eric's father, sitting on a chair.

Seeing that he woke up, Alan Bodwyn stood up and went near him. He had a calm gaze as he asked in a clear and soft voice, "who are you?"

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