## Chapter 1525 – Chronicles of a Black-Haired Foreigner – The Demon God of Another World

The burning spirit of fusion Confucianism makes my heart blaze…!

No matter how much an S-class Awakened flies and crawls, they’re just a human!

I’ll beat him to a pulp and then save Belgium!

After that, I’ll make Belgium my direct territory. Then, I’ll educate the Belgians about anti-imperialist sentiments and raise them as righteous citizens of a new era who abhor inhumane acts. We must establish a proper sense of human rights.

“Then, Mr. Kat! Let’s go punish that evil heretic right away!!!”

Hilde, bursting with fighting spirit, shouted like a thunderbolt, her eyes gleaming.

“Wait.”

However.

“Hilde and Elise, you two should do some civilian relief work here. They seem to be in bad shape.”
“Ah…!”

The Belgians, turned into residents of hell, were suffering. I should ask them to do civilian relief work. This is also important.

“Understood! Saint! Then Hilde and I will dedicate ourselves to civilian relief efforts! So please, go punish him!!!”
“Okay!”

ㅡFlash!

With that, Hilde and Elise began to tend to the civilians scattered here and there, looking at us. After confirming that, I immediately flew towards the castle in the distance!

To that bizarre castle standing alone in the ruins of hell!!!

“W, what is all this, rehu!!!”

The castle walls were decorated with countless skulls!

Not only that! Numerous wrist and ankle bones, still with flesh attached and rotting, were scattered haphazardly!

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

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

“Kieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!”

Screaming, I broke through the outer walls of the castle and went inside to find him.

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I could read his energy, so it didn’t take even a second to find his location. I immediately went to the top floor and arrived in front of a huge door.

“Is this the audience chamber?”

It doesn’t measure up to the castles in our world.

It was a shabby castle. In size, design, and interior.

ㅡKwaang!!

As I expressed my energy, the steel door exploded and disintegrated. As the door disappeared, a whirlwind swept through. In that state, I slowly walked inside.

A huge audience chamber.

In the center, a red carpet was laid out. The identity of the carpet that led up to the steps supporting the throne was… the rotten blood of Belgians.

He had made a carpet out of people’s blood.

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

“Welcome to my castle.”

Of course, it was Leopold III.

An S-class Awakened from Congo.
The strongest among Earthlings.

“Sky Devil God.”

The muscular black man…

Sat on the skull throne and looked down at me. Not only that, there were many other gazes. The identities of those gazes were the skulls.

ㅡSaaa.

Behind the skull throne… countless skulls were piled up several meters high. It was a visual that could only be described as a skull tower. Their empty eye sockets stared at me. Where have I seen something like this before… That’s right. The Aztec skull rack. Exactly that.

The difference was that the Aztec skull rack was made of the skulls of South Americans, and this was made of Belgians.

“Please. Look up.”

Leopold III was wearing a crown made of wrist bones, and with an extremely relaxed attitude, he pointed to the ceiling and told me to look up.

ㅡSwoosh.

I raised my gaze and looked at the ceiling.

“That is Belgian hand. And foot.”

Thousands of wrist bones were hanging from the ceiling on strings. It felt like hanging star decorations on the ceiling for Christmas. Or like toys hanging above a baby’s crib.

“My precious.”

Leopold III said that and then…

ㅡChwaak.

He stood up from his seat, drew his sword that was standing next to him, and came down the stairs.

“I know. You human God. Come listen.”

I know.
Why you came.

“Belgian people save. Right.”

He knew why I was here. But. Strangely, he seemed relaxed. No. He was confident. He didn’t try to hide the atrocities he had committed, but rather boasted about them.

That’s right.

He now believed that he was carrying out a sacred revenge.

A person who believes that…

Has no sense of guilt and, on the contrary, acts without hesitation.

“You. Leopold.”

Wrong belief.
That’s what created imperialism.

“Yes. I’m Leopold three years old.”
“This is revenge?”
“Khehehehe! Yes! This is revenge! I want revenge! So! I take revenge!”

He laughed and shouted as if he was having so much fun.

Having succeeded in his revenge, he was simply delighted.

ㅡCheok.

I pointed to the skull tower and asked.

“That people. Kill your ancient family?”

Did those people kill your ancestors?

“…Ha!”

Leopold III burst into laughter.

“Haha! Hahahaha!!!”

ㅡClap clap clap!

He even clapped his hands, he was so happy.

“No! No! Not! Not that people! They are no kill! Hahahaha!”

They are not.
They didn’t kill.

He was clearly aware of that.

“Then why them kill.”

Then why did you kill them?

The anger that had been boiling up from before now began to run wild without knowing its end. I asked him one last time why he killed them, and…

“Because.”

He…

ㅡBulge!

Suddenly, as if having a seizure, he opened his eyes wide and convulsed all over, as if spewing out his anger.

“Genocide!!!!! Them!!!!!!!!!”

He shouted.

“I want genocide them!!!!!!”

I want to massacre them.

“Belgian people!!! All kill!!! My ancient family!!! All kill!!! And!!! Hand cutting! Foot cutting! Terrible genocide!!!”

The Belgian people killed all my ancestors.

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

So I want a genocide. I want the Belgian people to have terrible pain.

“Belgian people!!! Kill my ancient family!!!! I can’t forgiving!!!! Never!!! Never unforgiving!!!”

ㅡDrip!

He screamed as if in agony, frantically pulling at the skin on his face, and tears streamed down his face. A definite madman. He had completely gone insane.

“No.”

So I said.

“They are no kill.”

They didn’t kill.

“It was Leopold II who did the killing.”

Because I’ve heard so much English, I automatically started translating. For me, acquiring a foreign language is easier than blowing my nose.

“Those people there. No. Leopold II.”
“I can’t accept it.”

ㅡTsupat.

In Leopold III’s gaze, coldness and madness settled.

“They must pay the price. The price for the pain and tears of my ancestors!”
“No. The people who should pay the price aren’t them.”
“No!!! They must pay the price!!! That terrible history of massacring our ancestors!!! If they haven’t taken responsibility for that!!! All Belgians must receive my resentment!!!”

Wrong.

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

You can’t take revenge on the dead. It is an extremely evil thing to inflict violence on others just because the target of revenge has died.

It’s the same thing.

Revenge is only justified when it is carried out on the person involved.

Revenge that goes beyond the person involved…
Is just a heinous crime.

“You took revenge on the wrong people. That’s not revenge or anything.”
“No. Leopold II…”

What.

“Is alive. Alive.”
“What?”
“Because… I. I am Leopold.”

What the.

“They are Belgians. If they were born in Belgium. They are the same as those guys. So I will take revenge.”
“I see.”

I see.

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

I took a step forward.

“I will hold you, a fellow Earthling, accountable for that sin.”
“What…!”

A whirlwind of murderous intent.

ㅡFlash!

At that moment, Leopold III quickly kicked off the ground and charged at me. Holding his sword, he unleashed a power similar to an aura and swung it with all his might. But unfortunately.

ㅡChwaak!

That full-powered strike was less than an ant throwing an ant punch to me.

“Keuhuk!”

His neck is grabbed by a lightly extended hand.

“Don’t you think it’s the same thing? If those who were just born in Belgium are your targets of revenge.”
“Kuk… Keuheoeok…!”
“You should also be a target of revenge just because you were born as the same Earthling.”
“I can’t accept that…!!!”

Even while being grabbed by the neck, his eyes were resolute.

“Pay the price for your logic.”

ㅡHwareureureuk!

“Kuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!!”

The white flames that had transferred from my hand spread throughout his body. The flames of hell. It doesn’t kill the target, but it inflicts a burning pain that will never end.

Until I command him to die, he will writhe in the white fire, repeating the process of being burned and regenerated.

“Kaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

A scream of agony.

“I’m…!!! I’m!!! I just wanted revenge!!! If not me, then who!!! Who will take responsibility for the pain of my ancestors!!! That resentment!!! If not me, who can take revenge!!!”

Leopold III says in that fire.

To be able to shout like that even while his whole body is burning.
It’s superhuman mental strength.

“Are you taking the side of the Belgians!!! They massacred our ancestors!!! You forgive that!!! But you can’t forgive my revenge!!!”
“No.”

That’s also wrong.

“Even if it was Leopold II and not Leopold III in this place. I would have done the same thing.”

I didn’t forgive Leopold II.

It’s just that he died. Even if the resentment remains, the target of revenge has disappeared. I can no longer take revenge. Because it is unacceptable to take revenge on the entire people of that country just because the target of revenge has died.

“Keuhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!”

Soon, as if his mind had gone out of control from the pain, Leopold III began to roll on the floor and shake his body like crazy. Terrible screams erupted continuously.

“Shall we go to Jongno?”

I sang, using it as accompaniment.

So that the lost souls. The souls sacrificed by the brutal ideology of imperialism. Can find their way.

“Shall we go to Myeongdong?”

I sing a song of mourning.

“Kiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!!”
“Shall we go to Cheongnyangni instead?”
“Uwak!! Uwaaaaaak!! Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!!”

I’m standing on the street corner of Euljiro.

“Keuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

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