On The Other Side: I Quit Being Human

In my encounter with the Taurones, I didn’t feel intimidated in the least bit even though I should have, due to the fact that I am a Demon. The faint Divinity running in the Taurone’s blood should have instilled an instinctual fear in me.

After that encounter, I concluded that I am immune to Divinity, just like most of the Seventh Wing and above Warriors. I expected it would also be the case with Holy Power, but I was completely wrong about it.

Holy Power, although it is derived from Divinity, doesn’t hold any essence of Divinity. It is an entirely different thing from Divinity, however still lethal to Demons.

This is the reason why I have felt intimidated by the pressure the golden meteor is exuding—Holy Power is not Divinity, so I am not immune to it. If not for the fact that Luxia is fending it off, it would have charred me by now.

I am grateful for Luxia, but that also makes me think to myself. “Hey, if you can block Holy Power, why do I need to run off first? I am sure you can still block it even after the second Iudicum hits us.”

“The Iudicum is the exact reason why I have told you to run off,” Luxia answered instantaneously. “I can block the Holy Power, but not the Iudicum. That Garou’s Spell wouldn’t be able to withstand the second Iudicum, and you should know what I mean.”

Although Luxia doesn’t elaborate further, I immediately nod my head in understanding. It is, after all, not something hard to understand for me, who have learnt Magic for two months now.

For Mages, Iudicums equal to Spells. Iudicums are fueled by Holy Power, whereas Spells are fueled by Mana.

Everyone can withstand Mana—no one dies upon being exposed to Mana—but not everyone can withstand Holy Power. Cursed Creations can not withstand Holy Power—it hurts them just like what Divinity does to them.

What Luxia is basically saying is, she will be able to protect me from the corrosive Holy Power, but she can’t do a thing about what the Iudicum can do. It is no more a Holy Power, so she can’t deflect it.

“Is the other side strong?”

“I would say not that much.”

“Then, why would Velucan’s Spell not be—”

“He is not expecting the second Iudicum. He has only prepared a Spell that is able to withstand one large-scale Iudicum.”

At that answer, I finally nod my head in understanding. Considering his identity as a Monster, who is not that sensitive toward Holy Power, I concur with Luxia that he is not expecting the second Iudicum.

Glancing to my back, I can see Velucan’s Spell, the two massive, ethereal black hands wrap around the golden meteor. It stops the golden meteor entirely—only at this point the other Warriors take off.

Boom!

They soon stop in their track however; another Iudicum sent by the Priests is coming at them. I have expected it to be a different Iudicum, but it is the same golden meteor that Velucan’s Spell still holding off.

“Now I know why Velucan’s Spell will never be able to block the second Iudicum.” Turning my head away from the bewildered Warriors, I heave a sigh of relief at the decision I have made.

Velucan’s Spell is a one time Spell, which means it can only block one Iudicum before dispelling itself. If had stayed behind, like the bewildered Warriors, who haven’t even moved ten steps away from their spot, I would have also been struck.

I am sure, however, my troop mates will be able to survive—they are powerful enough to shrug off any attack of that scale—so, like Luxia has said, I am just taking a headstart instead of leaving them behind.

“Now, any suggestion about what kind of Priest I should kill? I haven’t fought a Priest yet, so I don’t quite understand their power level.”

“Pressure them with your Mana and look for the fearful ones.”

Smiling slightly in amusement, I say, “That’s rather easy, isn’t that? Can I leave blocking their Holy Power to you?”

“It’s not even worth asking—you know the answer.”

Smirking to myself, I increase my already fast running speed. My eyes see blurs for a couple of seconds, before seeing clearly again when I dramatically slow my speed down.

At this point, I can already see the bunch of Priests—people wearing a golden golden tunic, a golden robe, and a bunch of gold accessories, which is very pretentious in my opinion.

I don’t know what kind of life these Priests are living here, but I am sure every Priest I have met on Earth would cry in envy if they saw how good the life of a Priest here.

With that said, I am sick of people who profit from people’s belief. Using people’s belief on God to make a profit is no different from a fraud, and that makes me eager to kill these sons and daughters of bitches.

Boom!

Sending a quite violent Mana wave at the bunch of Priests who are now just a few hundred feet from me, I wash many of them with fear. I can’t help a cruel grin forming as my heart beats faster in excitement.

Holding Rexorem horizontally, I channel my Mana into its Magic Stone. The stone glows brightly as soon as my Mana fills it, and when I swing Rexorem, it produces a red curvy blade made from my Mana.

The Mana Blade is splitting the air faster than the fastest <anno data-annotation-id=”a3adb032-8781-1d20-88d4-875ef08ffbfe”>Shinkansen</anno>. It is heading toward a scaredy female Priest, who is so incompetent, she can’t do anything but cry.

“Remia!”

I can hear the simp beside her calling her name, and like a simp he is, he jumps in front of her to take on my Mana Blade.

Slash!

My Mana Blade cuts the simp and the female Priest he is simping to in two. I really can’t help scoffing in disdain at the simp, who though that jumping in front of my Mana Blade would stop it completely.

“Well children, that’s the reason why you shan’t ever be a simp. Simp equals to death.”

After 3 seconds, which is not that long of a time, I can finally invade the rank of the Priests. All of them are too bewildered and scared by my sudden appearance, so none of them can think of a quick way to deal with me.

As an opportunist, I use their bewilderment to my advantage. Swinging Rexorem at every Priest who is exuding fear, I kill tens of them in just 10 seconds.

I didn’t even know if I could detect fear before—the way I found it out was also coincidental. If I wasn’t wearing this mask Valeria gave me, I wouldn’t be able to detect the slight change in the female Priest’s Mana.

The moment I saw her Mana quiver was the moment I first tasted someone’s fear. Since that moment, I can’t forget how fear tastes like, and I feel a strong urge to instill fear.

“You have become slightly chaotic,” Luxia comments.

“I have just become more Demon-like, which means, I am becoming more of myself,” I answer simply.

I have always realized how far I have changed—how completely different my mindset compared to my previous one—whenever I recall what I was in the past. Some of the changes have shocked me, but never once have I thought to change myself back.

I have always embraced the change that is happening to me, because rejecting it is the same as rejecting myself. I have ever been disappointed in myself, but never have I rejected myself—not even when I was still on Earth.

I embraced myself when I was Layland the bullied kid who suffered from Hypogonadism, and now I embrace myself as Layland the Demon.

“Damn! Didn’t know killing humans is this exhilarating!”

I might be influenced by the Demon blood in me, but each time I cut a Priest, I always feel a quite overwhelming excitement. I keep getting more desire to spill their blood, so I swing Rexorem more vigorously.

I am sure, however, humans also experience this, so I am not sure if this is the most Demon thing that has ever happened to me. I mean, every veteran fighting in World War must have also felt this—a strong desire to kill humans.

Unlike them though, my reason for killing humans is purely out of amusement … I think. Nonetheless, my reason for killing these Priests is nowhere near as noble as those veterans who had killed to protect their families at home.

I am still thirsting for power, so whatever I will do to the humans for the time being will never because I want to protect the Demons and Monsters of Verniculos Kingdom—it is purely for my own selfish interest.

“Stop right there, Demon!”

I quirk my eyebrow at the idiot who thinks that calling me will be able to stop me. I am about to punch a hole through his chest, but I immediately find my hand unable to move.

“Hoh? What is this Wonder Gal like shit?”

There is a golden rope wrapping around my arm.

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