ABSOLUTE POWER
A Tensura Alternative: The Rise of Yuuki Kagurazaka
Chapter 6: The Mask of Ignorance
[YUUKI'S POV - MORNING, THREE DAYS AFTER THE RAIN INCIDENT]
Yuuki woke up feeling like himself again.
It was a simple thought, almost mundane, but after three days of unexplained emotional turbulence—sudden panic attacks, irrational fear responses, mood swings that ranged from euphoric joy to crushing anxiety—feeling normal was a revelation worth savoring.
He sat up in bed, running Enhanced Thought Acceleration through his recent behavior, analyzing it with the clinical detachment of someone dissecting a particularly interesting problem.
The panic when Rain appeared wasn't just surprise, Yuuki realized, processing the data his brilliant mind had been unconsciously collecting. It was disproportionate. Overwhelming. Like my fight-or-flight response had been amplified a hundredfold.
He looked to his left, where Velgaia slept curled up on a specially prepared cushion. The infant True Dragon looked peaceful, her azure scales rising and falling with each breath, her small form radiating an innocence that was almost painful to witness.
And that's the problem, Yuuki thought, extending his perception through the Soul Corridor that connected them.
The connection was supposed to be a strength—a bond that allowed them to share power, to resurrect each other if one fell, to function as a unified entity. But what Yuuki hadn't fully considered during Velgaia's resurrection was that the Soul Corridor didn't just transfer power.
It transferred everything.
Emotions. Sensations. Mental states. All of it flowing bidirectionally through their connection like water through an open channel.
And Velgaia, despite being a True Dragon with immense potential, was still an infant. Her emotional regulation was nonexistent. Her ability to suppress or control her magicules was primitive at best. Every feeling, every sensation, every instinctive response to stimuli—all of it was raw, unfiltered, overwhelming.
When Velgaia felt happy, Yuuki felt euphoric.
When Velgaia felt scared, Yuuki panicked.
When Velgaia's magicules surged in response to excitement or fear, Yuuki's own carefully controlled power fluctuated wildly.
It's like being emotionally handcuffed to a toddler with nuclear capabilities, Yuuki thought with dark humor. Fascinating from a theoretical perspective. Absolutely terrible from a practical one.
Case in point: the Rain incident. Velgaia had sensed the Primordial Demon's presence and reacted with instinctive terror—because even infant True Dragons recognized threats at a primal level. That terror had flooded through the Soul Corridor and amplified Yuuki's own reasonable caution into full-blown panic.
Result: accidentally killing one of Guy Crimson's maids and creating the world's most awkward hostage situation.
I need to fix this, Yuuki decided. Before my emotional instability causes more catastrophic diplomatic incidents.
He activated Ahura Mazda, feeling the Ultimate Skill's vast capabilities unfold in his consciousness like a library of infinite possibilities.
Creation Lord Ahura Mazda wasn't just about creating objects or life—it was about manipulating the fundamental structure of reality itself. By controlling Information Particles, Yuuki could reshape existence according to his will. And right now, his will demanded a solution to the Velgaia problem.
I need a storage space, Yuuki thought, his genius mind already designing the parameters. Somewhere to redirect Velgaia's excess magicules so she's not constantly fluctuating. Somewhere infinite, frictionless, completely isolated from normal space.
The concept crystallized in his mind with perfect clarity.
Unique Skill: Imaginary Space
It would function as a separate dimension—not part of normal reality, existing in a liminal state between existence and non-existence. A space where magicules could be stored indefinitely without decay, without interaction, without limit.
More importantly, it would connect directly to the Soul Corridor. Velgaia's excess magicules—the power she couldn't properly suppress due to her infant state—would automatically flow through the connection and into Imaginary Space. Passive. Continuous. Automatic.
Like a pressure release valve for a system that was currently operating without one.
"Ahura Mazda," Yuuki whispered, not wanting to wake Velgaia. "Skill Creation: Imaginary Space."
The Ultimate Skill responded immediately, drawing on Yuuki's vast magicule reserves and manipulating Information Particles with surgical precision. Reality bent, folded, created a pocket of un-space that existed only because Yuuki willed it into being.
The sensation was indescribable—like suddenly gaining a new organ, a new sense, a new fundamental aspect of his existence. Yuuki could feel the Imaginary Space now, vast and empty and waiting, connected to him through Ahura Mazda's authority.
He extended the connection to the Soul Corridor, carefully weaving the new skill into the bond he shared with Velgaia. The adjustment was delicate—one wrong move could disrupt the entire connection, potentially harming both of them.
But Yuuki's Enhanced Thought Acceleration allowed him to process every variable, every possibility, making adjustments at speeds that would have fried a normal human brain.
Finally, the integration completed.
Immediately, Yuuki felt the difference. Velgaia's excess magicules—the wild, uncontrolled power that had been flooding through their connection—began redirecting into Imaginary Space. Not forcefully, but naturally, like water finding an easier path.
The emotional turbulence that had plagued him for days began to settle. The constant low-level anxiety faded. His thoughts cleared, sharpened, returned to their normal crystalline precision.
Perfect, Yuuki thought with satisfaction. Now I can actually think without random panic attacks disrupting my planning.
Velgaia stirred, her golden eyes blinking open sleepily. She chirped at Yuuki with innocent affection, completely unaware of the problem she'd been causing or the solution he'd just implemented.
"Good morning," Yuuki said, gently scratching behind her horns. Velgaia purred—an odd sound from a dragon, but endearing nonetheless—and nuzzled against his hand.
Through the Soul Corridor, Yuuki could feel her emotions more clearly now. Contentment. Trust. Simple happiness at being near her bonded partner.
But the intensity was manageable. Filtered. No longer overwhelming his own emotional state.
This is much better, Yuuki thought. Now I can focus on more important matters. Like the Cerberus meeting this afternoon.
[RAIN'S POV - KAGALI'S QUARTERS, PREPARING FOR THE MEETING]
Rain stared at her reflection—Kagali's reflection—in the mirror, trying to perfect the former Demon Lord's characteristically imperious expression.
"No, that's too haughty," she muttered, adjusting her features. "Kagali is cold, not arrogant. Cold and calculating. Like she's always three steps ahead in a chess game no one else knows they're playing."
She tried again. Better, but still not quite right. The eyes were wrong—too expressive. Kagali's eyes were like frozen lakes, beautiful but utterly devoid of emotional warmth.
This is harder than I thought, Rain admitted to herself. I've been doing this for three days and I still don't have her mannerisms down perfectly.
The problem was that Kagali and Rain were fundamentally different beings. Kagali was a former Demon Lord driven by ancient grudges and cold vengeance. Rain was a Primordial who mostly just wanted to paint and avoid work.
Trying to pretend to be Kagali was like trying to paint a masterpiece while wearing someone else's hands.
At least Kagali herself is cooperating, Rain thought, sensing the compressed consciousness of the body's original owner sulking in a corner of their shared mental space.
You have no choice but to cooperate, Kagali's mental voice responded, dripping with resentment. You're literally possessing my body. The fact that I can't forcibly eject you is the only reason you're still alive.
Technically true, Rain acknowledged. But also, you know that if you reveal this possession to anyone, Yuuki will panic again and we'll both die. So we're stuck together. Might as well make the best of it.
I hate you.
That's fair.
Rain finished adjusting Kagali's—her—appearance and turned to review the notes she'd compiled about Kagali's relationships with the other Cerberus members.
Laplace: Kagali's second-in-command in the Moderate Harlequin Alliance. Deeply loyal but also disturbingly perceptive. He'd already noticed something was off about "Kagali's" behavior. Rain needed to be extra careful around him.
Footman: The muscle. Not particularly bright but intensely protective of Kagali. Less likely to notice behavioral discrepancies as long as Rain projected strength.
Tear: The young one. Emotional, earnest, desperately seeking Kagali's approval. Easy to fool as long as Rain remembered to be occasionally cold to her—Kagali's version of affection.
Damrada: This one was complicated. According to Kagali's memories (which Rain could access since she was literally inhabiting the body), Damrada was more than just a Cerberus operative. He was ancient, experienced, and had connections to the Eastern Empire that ran deeper than anyone suspected.
He's going to be the problem, Rain predicted. People like Damrada don't miss details. And I'm one giant walking detail that doesn't quite fit.
A knock at the door interrupted her preparation.
"Kagali-anego!" Laplace's cheerful voice called. "Meeting in ten minutes! Yuuki-san wants everyone assembled!"
"I'll be there shortly," Rain replied, carefully modulating Kagali's voice to match the cold, controlled tone she'd heard in the body's memories.
After Laplace's footsteps faded, Rain took one more look in the mirror.
You can do this, she told her reflection—Kagali's reflection. You're Rain, the Blue Primordial. You've existed for millions of years. You've infiltrated nations, deceived Demon Lords, survived battles that would have destroyed gods. Pretending to be one former Demon Lord for a few weeks until you recover enough strength to safely leave this body? That should be trivial.
It would be easier if you weren't also being forced to play nursemaid to a baby True Dragon, Kagali's mental voice interjected sourly.
Rain couldn't help but smile at that. Because yes, somehow in addition to everything else, she'd been roped into helping care for Velgaia.
The infant True Dragon had imprinted on her during that first chaotic encounter, viewing Rain-in-Kagali's-body as a second parental figure alongside Yuuki. Which meant Velgaia would regularly seek her out for attention, affection, and what Yuuki had cheerfully called "emotional development support."
Translation: Rain was now an unwilling dragon mom.
My life is a comedy written by a cruel god, Rain thought as she left her quarters and headed toward the meeting room.
[DAMRADA'S POV - APPROACHING THE MEETING ROOM]
Damrada walked toward the Cerberus meeting with the measured pace of someone who'd spent a thousand years learning to hide their true thoughts behind professional composure.
But internally, his mind was in turmoil.
Yuuki Kagurazaka, he thought, analyzing the man who currently controlled the Western Council and, by extension, much of the continent's political direction. Who are you really?
Damrada had been observing Yuuki carefully for months now. As one of the Three Great Heads of Cerberus, it was his job to understand people—their motivations, their capabilities, their hidden depths. He'd built his entire career on reading people, on seeing past facades to the truth beneath.
And Yuuki Kagurazaka was the most frustrating puzzle Damrada had encountered in centuries.
On the surface: a genius human with remarkable strategic abilities, charisma that could sway nations, and a pleasant, almost innocent demeanor that made him seem approachable and trustworthy.
Beneath the surface: something else entirely. Something that Damrada couldn't quite identify but that set off every instinct honed over a millennium of service to emperors and demon lords.
His aura, Damrada thought, recalling the moment weeks ago when he'd first sensed it. His spiritual signature. It's changed. Evolved. Become something that feels... familiar.
The familiarity had been nagging at him. A sense of déjà vu that intensified every time Damrada spent extended time in Yuuki's presence. Like encountering someone you knew intimately but couldn't quite remember.
And then, during a routine meeting last week, it had clicked.
The Emperor.
Not the current Emperor—that empty shell being puppeteered by unknown forces in the Eastern Empire's capital. Not any of the failed reincarnations Damrada had observed over the centuries, each one containing only fragments of Rudra's soul.
The complete spiritual signature of Rudra Nam ul Nasca.
Damrada had served Rudra for over a thousand years before the Emperor's death. Had fought beside him, bled with him, watched him try and fail to reincarnate properly across countless lifetimes. He knew that spiritual signature intimately.
And Yuuki Kagurazaka possessed it.
But how? Damrada wondered, not for the first time. Rudra's soul was scattered, fragmented across dimensions. I've been tracking the pieces for two thousand years, watching failed reincarnation after failed reincarnation. The fragments were never in one place, never complete.
Until now.
Until Yuuki.
The implications were staggering. If Yuuki was somehow Rudra's true reincarnation, if all the fragments had finally converged...
But he shows no memory of his past life. No recognition of me, despite our thousand years together. No indication that he's anything other than Yuuki Kagurazaka, the otherworlder from Japan.
Which left Damrada with three possibilities:
One: Yuuki was Rudra's reincarnation but the memories hadn't awakened yet. This was possible—reincarnation didn't always restore memories immediately.
Two: Yuuki had somehow acquired Rudra's spiritual signature through unconventional means—theft, absorption, or some other method Damrada couldn't begin to guess at.
Three: This was the most perfect coincidence in the history of the universe, and Damrada's ancient instincts were leading him astray.
I need to know which, Damrada decided as he reached the meeting room door. For Rudra's sake. For the Empire's sake. For my own peace of mind.
He paused before entering, composing his features into professional neutrality. Whatever happened in this meeting, he needed to remain controlled, analytical, focused.
Even if he was about to confront the possible reincarnation of his oldest friend.
[THE MEETING ROOM - MULTIPLE POVS]
[YUUKI'S POV]
The meeting room was full when Yuuki arrived, Velgaia perched contentedly on his shoulder, gnawing on what appeared to be a god-grade dagger.
Yuuki had created the weapon specifically for this purpose—a teething toy for a True Dragon. Made from materials that could withstand planetary-level forces, imbued with just enough magicules to make it interesting for Velgaia to chew on without being dangerous.
Because apparently, infant True Dragons need to teeth like puppies, Yuuki thought with amusement. Just with significantly more destructive potential.
Around the table sat his key operatives:
Damrada: Composed as always, but Yuuki's Enhanced Thought Acceleration caught micro-expressions that suggested internal tension.
Rain-in-Kagali's-body: Doing an admirably good job of maintaining Kagali's cold demeanor, though Yuuki noticed the slight tension in her shoulders that suggested the effort was considerable.
Laplace: Cheerful and relaxed, but his eyes behind that rabbit-eared mask were sharp, calculating. He'd been watching "Kagali" with unusual intensity lately.
Footman: Burly arms crossed, looking bored but alert. The simplest of the group, but also fiercely loyal.
Tear: Young, earnest, fidgeting slightly with nervousness at being included in such high-level discussions.
Misha: The vampire assassin, quiet and observant from her position against the wall.
A room full of killers, spies, and demons, Yuuki thought. And I'm the most dangerous one here. How times have changed.
"Thank you all for assembling," Yuuki began, his voice carrying that pleasant, approachable quality that had disarmed so many opponents. "I wanted to discuss our next moves regarding—"
"Yuuki-san," Damrada interrupted, which was unusual enough that everyone's attention immediately focused on him. "Before we proceed with business, I have a question. A personal question."
Yuuki's smile didn't waver, but internally, his Enhanced Thought Acceleration kicked into overdrive, analyzing Damrada's tone, posture, the weight behind those words.
He's nervous. No—not nervous. Conflicted. This is important to him.
"Of course, Damrada," Yuuki said warmly. "Ask whatever you'd like."
[DAMRADA'S POV]
Damrada took a slow breath, aware that everyone in the room was now watching him with various degrees of curiosity.
This is it. The question I've been building toward for months.
"Do you ever experience past life memories, Yuuki-san?" Damrada asked carefully. "Not from your life in the otherworld—from Earth. I mean... another life. Here. In this world."
The room went very quiet.
[LAPLACE'S POV]
Oh, Laplace thought, his mind racing behind his perpetually cheerful mask. That's an interesting question. Very specific. Why would Damrada-san ask that unless...
He watched Yuuki's reaction carefully, looking for any tells, any hints of recognition or deception.
[RAIN'S POV (IN KAGALI'S BODY)]
Rain felt Kagali's mental presence suddenly surge with interest in their shared headspace.
Past life memories? Kagali's consciousness demanded. What is Damrada implying? Does he think Yuuki is someone's reincarnation?
Apparently, Rain thought back. Though whose reincarnation would matter enough for Damrada to risk asking so publicly?
[YUUKI'S POV]
Yuuki blinked, then laughed—a natural, slightly confused laugh that suggested he thought Damrada might be joking.
"Past life memories?" he repeated with amused bewilderment. "Damrada, have you been reading too much fantasy manga? I mean, I guess the concept of reincarnation is real here, but I don't remember being anyone other than Yuuki Kagurazaka. Why do you ask?"
It was a perfect deflection. Light, humorous, self-deprecating. Exactly how someone who genuinely didn't understand the question would respond.
Internally, Yuuki's thoughts were razor-sharp.
So Damrada has figured it out. Or at least suspects. He's sensed Rudra's spiritual signature within me. The question is: does he suspect I'm Rudra's natural reincarnation, or does he suspect something more sinister?
Either way, I need to maintain the persona of someone who has no idea what he's talking about.
[DAMRADA'S POV]
Damrada felt frustration build in his chest. That response—so casual, so genuinely confused—should have been reassuring. Should have suggested that Yuuki truly had no awareness of any past life.
But Damrada had spent a thousand years serving the most brilliant tactical mind in human history. He knew what masterful deception looked like.
And he couldn't shake the feeling that Yuuki's confusion was just a little too perfect.
"I'm being serious, Yuuki-san," Damrada said, his voice hardening slightly. "This is an important topic. Please... be honest with me."
[YUUKI'S POV]
Yuuki's expression shifted—from amused confusion to something more serious, with just a hint of frustration creeping in. Perfect emotional calibration for someone being pressed on a question they genuinely don't understand.
"Damrada, I am being honest," Yuuki said, allowing slight exasperation to color his voice. "I don't have past life memories. I don't remember being anyone other than who I am. If I was something else in another life, if some reincarnation cycle placed Rudra's soul or anyone else's soul into this body..."
He paused, meeting Damrada's eyes directly.
"It doesn't matter. I'm Yuuki Kagurazaka. That's who I am now. That's all that matters."
It was brilliant. A response that acknowledged the possibility of reincarnation while firmly establishing his current identity. The kind of answer a thoughtful person would give when confronted with metaphysical questions about their existence.
And technically true, Yuuki thought. I did purify Rudra's soul, stripping away all memories and personality before consuming it. So in a very real sense, I'm NOT Rudra reincarnated. I'm Yuuki Kagurazaka who acquired Rudra's power. Different thing entirely.
[DAMRADA'S POV]
Damrada stared at Yuuki, searching for any crack in that earnest expression, any hint of the Emperor he'd served for a millennium.
Nothing.
Just a young man who genuinely seemed to believe what he was saying.
If only it was that simple, Damrada thought with a tired smile he couldn't quite suppress.
"If only it was that simple," he said aloud, his voice carrying centuries of weariness.
[RAIN'S POV (IN KAGALI'S BODY)]
Rain had been watching this exchange with growing curiosity, and finally, she couldn't help herself. Using Kagali's cold, imperious voice, she asked the question everyone else was thinking:
"Damrada-san, what exactly do you want to know? This conversation clearly has significance beyond mere philosophical curiosity."
[DAMRADA'S POV]
Damrada looked at Kagali—though something about her seemed slightly off, had seemed off for days now—and considered how to answer.
If Yuuki is Rudra's reincarnation and doesn't remember, telling him might trigger an awakening. Or it might do nothing. Or worse, it might reveal that he's not actually Rudra but something else entirely, something that merely possesses Rudra's spiritual signature.
Any of those possibilities could be catastrophic in their own way.
"This conversation," Damrada said slowly, standing up from his chair, "has made things much more complicated than I hoped."
[MULTIPLE POVS - THE AFTERMATH]
[LAPLACE'S POV]
Complicated how? Laplace wondered as he watched Damrada prepare to leave. What does reincarnation have to do with Cerberus operations? Unless... unless Damrada suspects Yuuki is someone specific. Someone important. But who?
[TEAR'S POV]
Tear looked between Yuuki and Damrada with complete confusion. She'd understood maybe half of that exchange, and the half she understood only raised more questions.
Why does past life stuff matter? she thought. Yuuki-sama is Yuuki-sama. Isn't that enough?
[FOOTMAN'S POV]
Footman just grunted, uninterested in philosophical discussions about reincarnation. He was here for the action parts of Cerberus operations, not the metaphysical ones.
[RAIN'S POV (IN KAGALI'S BODY)]
Rain watched Damrada leave with a sense that she'd just witnessed something significant, though she couldn't quite grasp what.
Reincarnation. Past lives. Damrada's intensity about the question. Yuuki's perfect deflection.
There's a mystery here, Kagali's mental voice said. Something about Yuuki that even we don't know. And I've been bound to him for years.
Welcome to the club, Rain thought sourly. I've been forced into this bizarre situation for three days and already there are layers of conspiracy I don't understand.
[YUUKI'S POV]
After Damrada left and the meeting dissolved—the actual business topics forgotten in the wake of that strange confrontation—Yuuki sat alone in the room, Velgaia still contentedly gnawing her god-grade dagger.
Internally, Yuuki was smiling.
Perfect, he thought, allowing himself a moment of genuine satisfaction. Damrada suspects I'm Rudra's reincarnation. He's built the theory himself, convinced himself through observation and instinct. And I didn't have to claim anything. Didn't have to lie. Just had to be convincingly confused.
Now he'll continue investigating on his own. He'll find more evidence—the spiritual signature, the timing, maybe even divine fragments of information I'll carefully allow to leak. And every piece of evidence will be something he discovered himself, not something I told him.
And when he finally convinces himself completely that I'm Rudra reborn?
Yuuki's smile widened.
He'll have no choice but to support me. Because Damrada's loyalty to Rudra transcends lifetimes. If he believes I'm the Emperor's true reincarnation, he'll dedicate everything to helping me reclaim the Empire.
All without me ever explicitly claiming to be Rudra. Without lying. Without breaking the fundamental truth that I'm Yuuki Kagurazaka.
Because I am Yuuki Kagurazaka. I just also happen to possess Rudra's soul essence. The distinction is subtle, but it's the difference between a legitimate claim and an obvious fraud.
Velgaia chirped, looking up at him with innocent golden eyes, completely oblivious to the complex political manipulation her bonded partner was orchestrating.
"What do you think, Velgaia?" Yuuki asked, gently scratching behind her horns. "Did that go well?"
The infant True Dragon chirped again and went back to gnawing her dagger.
"I'll take that as a yes," Yuuki said with amusement.
[RAIN'S POV - LATER THAT EVENING]
Rain found Yuuki in his office, Velgaia asleep on her cushion nearby. She closed the door carefully—Kagali's body moving with the unconscious grace of someone who'd spent millennia as a warrior—and fixed him with a stare.
"We need to talk," Rain said in Kagali's cold voice. "About what Damrada was really asking."
Yuuki looked up from the documents he'd been reviewing, his expression innocently curious. "Oh? Did you figure something out?"
"He thinks you're someone's reincarnation," Rain said bluntly. "Someone important enough that confirming it would 'complicate' Cerberus operations. Who?"
Yuuki was silent for a moment, clearly weighing how much to reveal.
"If I told you," he finally said, "would you promise not to report it to Guy Crimson? Given our... current arrangement?"
Rain felt Kagali's consciousness surge with desperate curiosity in their shared headspace, but she maintained external composure.
"I'm currently trapped in your assistant's body after you accidentally killed me," Rain pointed out. "I think we're past the point of formal diplomatic reporting. So yes. This stays between us."
"Emperor Rudra Nam ul Nasca," Yuuki said simply.
Rain—both Rain and Kagali's shocked consciousness—stared at him.
"You're claiming to be the Emperor reincarnated?" Rain demanded. "That's... Yuuki, that's—"
"I'm not claiming anything," Yuuki interrupted gently. "I didn't say it to Damrada. Won't say it to anyone else. But I do possess the spiritual signature of Rudra's complete soul. And Damrada, having served the Emperor for over a thousand years, has recognized that signature."
"How?" Rain asked, genuinely curious now despite herself. "Rudra's soul has been fragmented for two millennia. How did you—"
She stopped, pieces clicking together in her ancient mind.
"The Lightspeed Hero. Masayuki. He disappeared around the time you started showing increased power." Rain's eyes widened. "You didn't."
"I did," Yuuki confirmed calmly. "Though not quite how you're imagining. I didn't kill him—or rather, I did, but I purified his soul first. Stripped away all memories, all personality, all identity. What I consumed was pure spiritual essence. Rudra's power without Rudra's consciousness."
"That's..." Rain struggled to find words. "That's insane. And brilliant. And terrifying."
"It's strategic," Yuuki corrected. "The Eastern Empire is in chaos. They need a legitimate heir. And by spiritual law, by the fundamental rules of this world, I am that heir. I possess Rudra's complete soul. The fact that the memories and personality are gone doesn't change the underlying spiritual reality."
Rain sat down heavily in a chair, processing this information.
"Does anyone else know?"
"You're the first person I've explicitly told," Yuuki said. "Though I suspect Damrada will figure it out eventually. And when he does, he'll support me. Because his loyalty to Rudra is absolute."
"This is why you wanted to take over the Western Nations," Rain realized. "It's not about Rimuru or demon-human relations. It's about building a power base before claiming the Eastern Empire."
"Partially," Yuuki admitted. "Though to be fair, I do also genuinely dislike Rimuru at this point. He's too unpredictable, too powerful, too... good. It's annoying."
Despite everything, Rain almost laughed.
"You're going to try to conquer the world, aren't you?"
"Not conquer," Yuuki said with a slight smile. "Reshape. Into something better. Something perfect. A world where power and genius are properly rewarded. Where chaos and randomness are replaced by order and purpose."
"That's literally what every villain in history has said before failing spectacularly."
"Yes, but they weren't me," Yuuki pointed out with cheerful arrogance. "They didn't have four Ultimate Skills, a True Dragon bonded to them, and a genius-level intellect. I'm not going to fail."
Rain stared at him for a long moment.
"I really did accidentally align myself with the most dangerous human on the continent, didn't I?"
"Probably," Yuuki agreed. "On the bright side, we have Velgaia. She's adorable."
As if summoned by her name, the infant True Dragon stirred, chirped sleepily, and immediately launched herself at Rain, nuzzling against Kagali's chest with pure affection.
Rain sighed but didn't push her away.
"I'm going to regret this entire situation," she muttered.
"Probably," Yuuki agreed again. "But it'll be interesting. And isn't that better than boring?"
Rain couldn't argue with that logic.
Because boring was, after all, the worst thing a Primordial Demon could endure.
Even if the alternative was being trapped as the unwilling accomplice to a genius madman's quest for world domination.
END OF CHAPTER 6
To be continued....