Chapter 2: Discovery
“…Let’s play a game, Issac…”
“Pfft…”
“…Issac, I…”
“…Coward”
“Ugh…”
Unfamiliar memories flashed right through my eyes, but I just shrugged it off. This feeling right now after a day or an eternity has passed inside that purgatory, is unreal. To think that I have already forgotten this sensation, the feeling of being alive and existing, and a new alien feeling emerged. The feeling of satisfaction.
“Ha ha. HAHAHAHAHA. HA? ARGHHHHHHHHHHH”
And here comes the fucking pain. Just waking up, Beelzebub now fell to the floor helplessly as his entire brain was being deep-fried by foreign information that a mortal wasn’t supposed to have, let alone endure.
Shit, the recoil from absorbing all those memories began to reappear, causing my head to turn dark red and inflate like a goddamn pufferfish. Such things have already been hard for my old self to bear, but for this new body, it would pop right instance. Before those memories reappear, I must—must.
“Huff, I must ERASE”
A snapping sound reverberated inside my head like the sound of a cannon fire. My eyes bulged like they would fall out anytime, and blood squirted out of my head in every way possible from my ears, nostrils, and also my eyes.
By forcefully deleting my memory in the quickest way possible, I managed to not die another time from getting my head exploding. Yes, even in the worst situation a being could be in, I am still a divine being. Y-Yes, but not all divines are perfect; even the great Beelzebub falls short in some arenas. That’s why there’s something wrong with my memory.
“Huff huff, I think I deleted every single memory that I absorbed and that guy Issac…and some of mine too.”
Well, it doesn’t matter anyway; the great Beelzebub could restore his memory in a minute by sewing the lost part. After a minute of calming down, I sensed something—for the first time in this life, I felt
Joy
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YES, REBORN, NOTHING CAN KILL THIS GLUTTONY.
“I CAN SEE IT, THE NEVER-ENDING FEAST AWAITS JUST FOR ME.”
“KEHKEHKEHKEHKEH COUGH COUGH SHIT THE RECOIL…”
I am so happy right now that I begin coughing blood and laughing with red teeth at the same time. That is quite shameful for a king, but I don’t care anymore; there’s no one to see anyway. With this emotion erupting inside me for quite a time before fading away, the next feeling is…no, forget it, there’s no need for me to remember that place ever again. Yes, yes, let’s enjoy this happiness a little longer.
Now let’s re-enter the demon realm and restore—oh wait, I’m a human now. I know that these beings are supposed to be weak, but isn’t this too weak? I can barely lift up my head without amplifying my mana to my neck, and what’s with these mana veins? I felt so restricted.
Is there a mirror somewhere? Ah, there it is but it's quite dusty.
From the reflection, I see a skinny, young, blond man with pale skin, wearing a dark cloak, blood smeared all over his face, and white eyes with no pupils. W-Wait, is this P-phantom PHANTOM EYES? WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF THIS HAPPENING?
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Now that I inspect this body more closely, this bastard truly has phantom eyes. T-That’s very weird, why is this body so...oh devilshit. The legendary eyes that can gaze upon everything are ruined. Such disappointment, why no one try to fix thi-Now that I think about it, there’s a disease related to this as well, the ghost eyes.
Phantom eyes give the user the ability to gaze into the soul of the living, which sounds very cool.
But you have to wait until you reach 15 for your body to adapt to the soul eyes that lie dormant inside the soul of that being. So most wouldn’t even realize you have a soul when it becomes too late.
And in the meantime, there is a chance you might encounter a divine or demonic being passing by. There are certain divine or demonic beings out there roaming the world of dreams for multiple purposes, but still, those souls are deadly to the human mind.
Looking at those souls will cause your eye to be "ruined" and degenerate your mind, inducing extreme stress that messes up your heart, mana core, and mana veins, which will cause you not only to lose the ability of the eyes but also to weaken you severely while plaguing your mind with madness.
This bastard must have it tough; sleep is essential for puny humans after all. I used to experiment to see how long a human can last without sleep, and for a demon king like me, the result was quite shocking… It seems that I forgot about it; I will know soon anyway. I squinted my eyes when I smelled dry blood all over the poor-quality room with just a mirror, a blanket, and multiple tin cans.
Usually, a person with soul eyes is considered a god's blessing and receives unimaginable fortune, but this is not the case for this mortal.
The reason no one knows the true potential of this ability is because those who can’t see the soul due to the ruin will have white eyes with no pupils, making everyone think it’s an illness; thus, there’s no need for more study. The disease is so rare that the person having it didn’t live in the same time as the person who wanted to study it.
But those who are lucky enough not to see any divine being will have white eyes with gray pupils and will be awakened at the age of 15. Everyone will think it’s a blessing; thus, there’s no need for more study. The blessing is so rare that the person having it wouldn’t bother to let his corpse be butchered for future scholars.
Sure, there are some who know about it, and some even know how to cure it. But why should they? The eyes are etched in the soul, not the body, so there’s no point in helping or telling.
"Haizzzzz, I can feel this body’s mana veins and core got all messed up.”
But who am I? I am someone who can cross dimensions, who can even escape absolute death. I can fix this with ease. You just need to have a sudden burst of power and control it to straighten up the mana veins and let the heartbeat in an orderly manner. But to have that burst required me to either eat a mana core at least 5 times stronger than me or drink an extremely rare elixir.
Take a deep breath. I begin to meditate; demons meditate too, for meditation is a great way for your mind to loosen up and wield your subconsciousness better… Or maybe it's just me because I’m just that great. Either way, this vessel's inner is a crippling mess; wait a minute; something's not right.
While checking my insides, I realized another major thing. I raised my left arm while my right arm grabbed a certain part of my abdomen.
“Where are my liver... and 2 of my fingers?”
This bastard must have it really tough, but luckily this problem can be solved right now. There seems to be some residual from my descent; even though the amount is extremely little, it is enough to heal this body.
I raised my hand and began to absorb all of those leftovers; the stain mana rose up and floated to its rightful owner, not just refilling but overloading. The spot where my finger is missing begins to bleed and rebuilds my finger. I could also feel my liver regrowing.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
This took one minute for me to use up all of those mana, but it was worth it. My body felt so complete, but it was still weak, though. I looked at my delicate fingers and looked at my beautiful face; this body wasn’t supposed to be handsome, but when I possessed it, it automatically was, kehkehkeh.
Okay, enough with the useless thoughts and compliments. I should get to work. I don’t know how long I have been sent to the future or where I am, who I am, and why I am in this state, but those things could be figured out in the far future. Now, let’s get with the hunting.
And not just any normal monsters or humans, no, no. What I need is a core of a demonic beast; only with demonic energy can I turn my mana core into a demonic core where my mana, which, by the way, is dark mana, becomes demonic energy.
But this body probably can’t even scratch a demonic creature, let alone kill it, so I have to find some alternative for now. Let’s do it when this body is at least two times stronger; by that time I should be able to fully use my I-
Then, a loud sound echoed outside the house, breaking Beelzebub's concentration, causing Beelzebub to grimace, but the content of the sound caused Beelzebub’s frown to grow even more.
“ISSAC, YOU EYEFREAK, COME OUT HERE AT ONCE.”