The Boy Who Swore Revenge On The World Chapter 8

IMPORTANT: Nuances and more tweaking.

Mahou(魔法) will be magic.

Majutsu(魔術) will be magic art.

Maryoku(魔力) will be magic power. [Previously I wrote it plainly as ‘magic’ in Chapter 6]

[‘Spirit’ in Chapter 4 is changed to ‘Spirit of the dead’]

Crying Souls

“This is the destination”

The place Darx brought me to, is a place at the gap between life and death, where people who have attachments to the living world and are unable to pa.s.s on gather.

“But, is it fine with this. I am……”

“I said it’s fine didn’t I. You’ve said it yourself as well, killing a guy who doesn’t have the intention to live isn’t exacting revenge. Besides, it is true that it’s your fault that we met with such fate but, you’re the only one who can use the power of dark magic art. I’m not as smart as you. I don’t think that I’m able to master it by myself”

“Which is why you are having me teach you the ways to use it?”

“Aa, I also want to exact revenge with my own hands. It’s a little annoying that I have to rely on G.o.d’s power but, it’s fine as long as it’s not the G.o.ddess’, I’m turning the world into my enemy. I can’t say such spoiled things”

After listening to Darx’s story of the past, it proceeded to the talk about what to do with Darx but, I decided to have him teach me about dark magic art.

I can’t forgive the G.o.ddess who is the main cause of this. But, I have to make enemies of the Holy Kingdom in order kill the G.o.ddess. Of course, I can’t forgive the people of the Holy Kingdom as well. The power for that sake, from looking at the Darx in the dream, I think the me who’s possessing the same ability has it as well.

But, I don’t have the skill nor knowledge to handle it. I’m not smart enough to think of it myself. That’s why, I’m having Darx who knows the power in detail teach me. That way it’s more useful for the future.

We can here for that sake but. We went to do something else before we came here. That is, the burial of Kaa-san’s corpse.

I was regretful because I was sure that I had left her at the village but, Darx was tactful and transported her along with me. Furthermore, in her beautiful figure with all the wounds healed. She has a gentle expression on her that if you didn’t know that she was dead, you’d think that she’s sleeping.

Even though there’s a part of me that doesn’t understand why she could have such a face even after all that treatment, more importantly, the frustration that she died because of someone like me, and the happiness her last smile gave me are mix together.

It’s just that, my tears wouldn’t stop when I think about how I can never meet her again. Even when I was burying her in this world, I was crying without rest. And, I swore on Kaa-san’s grave. That I will definitely take revenge.

“Firstly, can you use magic power by yourself? This is basic for both magic and magic art. If you don’t understand your magic power, you can’t use either of it”

When I started thinking about Kaa-san, Darx verify about magic power with me. I respond to Darx ‘it’s fine’ by facing my palm up and showing him. I’m the least skilful in my age group but, I’m still able to use the lowest level ‘Water’.

“Alright, if that’s the case then, try gathering your magic power to your ears. If you do that, you, a Dark Sorcerer should be able to hear the voices of the dead”

I gather the magic power to my ears as Darx said. When I did, it felt like my head was about to split as voices start rus.h.i.+ng in. Wh, what’s this!?

“Can you hear it? That’s the roar of the spirits of the dead here. Those, who have lost their self will just cry but, occasionally there are souls that still possesses self. It’s just that, to make them yours requires quite a bit of magic power so be careful”

This is the cries of the dead. It’s reverberating intensely in my head. Bellow, grief, scream, all sorts of cries resound in my head one after the other. Normally, just listening to this might drive one to insanity but, me, who has gotten used to pain is able to bear with it. The irony. It’s by far better than being stabbed with a knife by hundreds of people.

I continue releasing my magic power even as the cries reverberate in my head. At that time, I place my anger into the magic power. The anger and hatred towards the Holy Kingdom, the G.o.ddess.

Now, is there anybody who wants to take revenge with me, to go on a rampage with me!? If it’s now then I’ll give you the power to do that! Now, what will you do!?

I ask the dead as I continue releasing my magic power. Darx is speaking to me from behind but, now is not the time for that. Release it even further, even thicker.

Immediately after, there was a response to the magic power. I infuse magic power into the soul that had a response. The moment I did that, a tremendous amount of magic power was taken away! Clenching my teeth, bearing with it so that I don’t lose my consciousness.

And then, two souls who responded to my magic power moved closer. Even though it’s only two among these many souls of the dead, it can’t be helped. I mean, it’s because I released my magic power for the sake of calling out to the souls that have self from the beginning.

Right now, I understood after trying dark magic art but, I can control the souls without self at any time as long as I pour magic power into them. Even the souls with self as well, I can do the same thing if I forcibly repress them with magic power but.

This time it’s not for that, I came to search for souls with self that approves and wants to cooperate with my objective. For souls that have resentment towards the Holy Kingdom like me.

I pour even more magic power into the souls that came. When I did that, the translucent soul changes into the figure before death. On one side, the soul enters a headless knight who crawled out of the ground, obtaining the body, and the other materialized from a wraith.

The headless knight is, holding her head in her own hands but, it’s the head of a charmingly beautiful woman. Looking closely, the armour is also made to be in line with her curves. I didn’t realize. The long golden wavy hair sways.

The wraith on the other side is, a man with rustled brown hair. He’s looking at me extremely sluggishly. Both of them are in their 20s.

……I couldn’t believe it until now but, there’s such power within me. If it were before I experienced all that, I would have been afraid of this power but, there’s no better power than this for me who has nothing but hatred. A smile floated up unintentionally as I look at the two people standing in front of me.