Chapter 1525 – Gummer Gaiden – Demon of the Other World

The burning fighting spirit of fusion Confucianism warmed my heart…!

No matter how many S-class Awakeners fly and crawl, they are just humans!

I’ll save Belgium after I’ve made it into porridge!

After that, I just need to make Belgium my direct jurisdiction. After educating the Belgians in anti-imperialist sentiment, let’s train them as upright citizens of the new era who hate inhuman things. A correct human rights awareness must be established.

“Then Katt-nim!!! Let’s go punish that evil cultist right now!!!”

Hilde, whose fighting spirit exploded, let out a thunderbolt as her eyes radiated.

“For a moment.”

However.

“Hilde and Elise should do some civilian relief work here.
“Ah…!”

The Belgians, who became the inhabitants of Hell, were suffering. Let’s ask them to do civilian relief work. Because this is important too.

“Okay! Saints! Then me and Hildenim will focus on civilian relief activities together! So hurry up and punish them!!!”
“Okay!”

ㅡPay!

That’s how Hilde and Elise started clearing out the civilians staring at us scattered here and there. I checked it and flew right towards the castle in the distance!

To that strange castle standing tall alone in the ruins that became hell!!!

“Eh, what is this all about!!!”

Countless skulls adorned the walls of the castle!

Not only! Numerous wrist bones and ankle bones with flesh attached to them were also scattered randomly!

Revenge for the most terrible grudge has been distorted and degenerated into the most terrible form…!

Leopold III cut off the wrists and ankles of Belgians and used them to decorate his castle his! It’s really Leopold! Even the way of thinking is imperialistic!

“Keeeee!!!”

With a shout, they broke through the outer wall of the castle and found him.

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Because I could read its aura, it took less than a second to find its location. I immediately went up to the top floor and arrived at a huge door.

“Is this the audience room?”

It’s not up to the castle in our world.

It was a shabby castle. Scale too. Design too. All interiors too.

ㅡQuaang!!

When the force was expressed, the steel door exploded and disintegrated. As the door disappears, a gust of wind rages. Slowly in that state. Walk inside

Huge throne room.

In the center was a red carpet. The identity of the carpet that extended all the way to the top of the stairs supporting the throne. It was the blood of the rotten Belgians.

He made a carpet of human blood.

At the end of the carpet were 20 steps, and on top of them was a throne made of skulls. Sitting on that throne.

“Walcome My Castle.”

Of course, Leopold III.

An S-Class Awakener from Kongo.
He is the strongest among the people of Earth.

“Sky Devil God.”

A muscular black man.

He was sitting on a throne made of skulls, looking down at me. Not only. There were many different views. The identity of those gazes were skeletons.

ㅡSaaaaa.

Behind the skull throne. Countless skulls were stacked several meters high. A visual that can be called a tower of skulls. Those empty eye sockets stare at me. Where did you see this… Yeah. Aztec skull pillar. That was it.

The difference is that the Aztec skull pillars were made from South American skulls, and these were made from Belgians.

“Please. Look up.”

Leopold III was wearing a crown made of the bones of his wrist, and he pointed to the ceiling in a very leisurely manner and told me to look up.

—Sue.

Raise your eyes and look at the ceiling.

“That is Belgian hand. And foot.”

Thousands of wrist bones hung from strings and decorated the ceiling. It’s like hanging star ornaments on the ceiling for Christmas. Or like a toy hanging on top of a baby’s bed.

“My precious.”

Leopold III said so.

ㅡchwak.

He got up from his seat, pulled out his sword standing next to him, and came down the stairs.

“Aino. You Human God. Come Listen.”

I know.
Why you came

“Belgian people save. Wright.”

He knew why I was here. But. Oddly enough, he seemed relaxed. No. He was bold He made no attempt to hide the horrors he had committed, rather proud of them.

Yes.

Now he believes he is on the verge of holy vengeance.

Who believes so

He has no guilt whatsoever, and rather he does things without hesitation.

“U. Leopold.”

False beliefs.
That made imperialism

“Yes. I’m Leopold Three Years old.”
“This is Revenge?”
“Khehehehe! Yes! This is Revenge! I Want Revenge! So! I Take Revenge!”

The boy laughed and shouted at how happy he was.

He who succeeded in revenge is just having fun.

ㅡRemember.

I pointed to the skull tower and asked.

“That People. Kill Your Ancient Family?”

Did they kill your ancestors?

“…Under!”

Laughing Leopold III.

“Haha!Haha!!!”

ㅡ clap clap clap!

I applaud how much fun it is.

“No! No! Not! Not that People! Day a no kill!Haha!”

They are not.
They didn’t kill

The guy was clearly aware of that.

“Kill Dan Wydem.”

Then why did you kill them?

The anger that had been brewing from before. Now, without knowing the end, it starts to run wild. I finally asked him why he killed them.

“Beakers.”

The guy

“I want…!”

ㅡBruh!

Suddenly, as if in a seizure, both eyes flashed open. While convulsing the whole body. With a voice that sounds like it’s pouring out anger.

“Genocide!!!!! Dem!!!!!!!!!!”

Shouted.

“I want Genocite Dem!!!!!!”

I want to slaughter them.

“Belgian People!!! All Kill!!! My Ancient Family!!! All Kill!!! End!!! Hand Cutting! Foot Cutting! Terrible Genocide!!!”

The Belgians killed all my ancestors.

“Cow!!! I want genocide!!! I want Belgian people have a terrible pain!!!”

So I want a massacre. I want Belgians to suffer terribly.

“Belgian People!!! Kill My Ancient Family!!!!

ㅡJuruk!

He screamed and frantically tugged at the skin of his face her, his tears streaming down his face his. Unmistakable madman. The guy has completely gone mad.

“Paddle.”

So I said

“Deian no kill.”

They didn’t kill

“The one who killed it was Leopold II.”

Because I listened to English so much, it started to translate automatically. For me, learning a foreign language is. It’s easier than blowing your nose.

“Those over there. No. Leopold II.”
“I can’t admit it.”

—Tspat.

Calmness and madness linger in the eyes of Leopold III, who was screaming.

“They must pay the price. The price for the pain and tears of my ancestors!”
“No. They are not the ones who will pay the price.”
“No!!! They must pay the price!!! The terrible history of the massacre of our ancestors!!! If not responsible for it!!! All Belgians must bear my grudge!!!”

Wrong.

“The target of revenge is already dead. Leopold II, who did the genocide. Already dead.”

You cannot avenge the dead. It is extremely wicked to use violence against another person because the object of revenge is dead.

Same thing.

Revenge is justified only when it is done against the victim.

Revenge beyond the party.
It’s just a heinous crime.

“You guys took revenge on a tough person. It’s not revenge or anything.”
“No. Leopold II.”

What.

“It’s alive. A live.”
“What?”
“Beakers… I am. I am Leopold.”

What is this?

“They’re Belgians. I wish I were born in Belgium. I’m just like them. So I’ll get my revenge.”
“Is it.”

Right.

“Leopold II, who carried out the massacre in Congo… He was an Earthling.”
“What?”
“So.”

Take a step

“I will ask you, a fellow earthling, for that sin.”
“What..!”

Raging life.

ㅡPay!

At that moment, Leopold III rushed at me, kicking off the ground quickly. Holding his own sword. He comes to aura and he wields it with all his might, generating similar power. But unfortunately.

ㅡChohak!

For me, the blow with that power was worse than an ant’s ant punch.

“Cuck!”

His lightly outstretched hand His grips his neck His.

“Don’t you think it’s the same thing? If they’re only born in Belgium, they’re the target of your revenge.”
“Kuh… Kuhuheouk…!”
“Just because you were born as an Earthling… You should be the target of revenge.”
“I can’t admit that… I can’t!!!”

Even while I was holding his neck his, his eyes his were determined.

“Pay the price for your logic.”

ㅡFire up!

“Kooaaaaa!!!”

The white flame that moved from my grasp. It spreads all over his body. Flames of hell. It doesn’t kill the target, but it gives a burning pain that won’t end forever.

Until I command him to die, he will thrash over and over again, burning and regenerating in a white pit of fire.

“Kaaaaa!!!!”

Screams of pain.

“I…!!! I just wanted vengeance!!! If not me, who!!! Who bears the pain of my ancestors!!! The resentment!!! If not me, then who avenges me? Can you do it!!!”

In the midst of that fire, Leopold III speaks.

How can you scream like that while your whole body is on fire?
It is superhuman psychic power.

“Side with the Belgians!!! They slaughtered our ancestors!!! Forgivable!!! Is my revenge unforgivable!!!”
“No.”

That too is wrong.

“If it had been Leopold II instead of Leopold III, I would have done the same.”

I did not forgive Leopold II.

Just because he died. Even if that grudge remains, the target of revenge has disappeared. I just can’t take revenge anymore. Because it is unacceptable to take revenge on the entire people of the country just because the target of revenge is dead.

“Khaaaaa!!”

Soon, the pain seemed to have driven him out of his mind, and Leopold III rolled on the floor and started shaking him like crazy. Terrible screams erupt in succession.

“Shall we go to Jongno?”

I sang it as an accompaniment.

Lost souls. The souls sacrificed by the cruel ideology of imperialism. To find your own way.

“Shall we go to Myeong-dong?”

Sing the song of requiem

“Kyaaaaa!!!”
“I’d rather go to Cheongnyangni.”
“Wow!! Whoaaaaa!!!”

I am standing on the corner of the street in Euljiro.

“Ahhhhh!”

May the souls who died in terrible pain find their place.