The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years

Chapter 363: Hope (1)

“What did you come here for?”

Ra walked around with his hands behind his back, and the landscape quickly changed.

At the very top was a huge golden throne, and all around it was nothing but empty space. Ra trudged around the empty throne and sat down.

“It is still here.”

Yeomjae looked around the empty space.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Interesting. A guy who is more greedy than others.”

“Haha. What should I do instead? I can take what is mine at any time. Greed starts when you are denied something you want.”

“Get rid of the greed. No matter how strong you are, there are things you can and can’t covet.”

“Are you here to nag me? I am still the same as before, and that means I don’t have to listen to Brother.”

“Right. Even in the past, you didn’t need to be looked after.”

Yeomjae mumbled as he stretched out his right hand, and blue flames shone in his palm.

Ra smiled as if he were interested.

“You are going to stop me by force, then?”

“It will be difficult.”

The current Ra is much stronger than he was in the past.

So much time had passed that he couldn’t even remember when they used to hang out. Even though he had a trick that could stop Ra, he wasn’t sure if it would work.

Just like his name, he was literally the power of the sun.

‘And it appears that he had grown stronger than when I was made to slaughter the Gods.’

At some point in time, Ra suddenly cut off contact with the 12 Gods and went into seclusion.

No one knew what happened to him during that period, but the ferocious aura he used to have didn’t exist anymore.

All that was left was ease.

“I do not want to take the life of my only brother.”

“After killing our siblings, what do you expect to happen when you say something like that now?”

“I knew that Brother had other motives when you decided to come under me. I left you alone despite knowing that because you were always with me more than our other siblings. I wanted us to live in peace because I had such affection for you.”

Ra’s expression changed.

But Yeomjae could only see a cold face.

Or maybe he had an indifferent look.

He knew that Ra would have no reason to be interested in him.

Yeomjae’s presence was almost certainly an annoyance to him.

If it were Ra in the past, he would never react like this now.

‘Have you lost it? Know your place!’

Perhaps he would have said that.

Yeomjae chuckled.

“A lot has changed.”

“Is that so? It could be.”

Ra spoke in a calm voice and changed the topic.

“I know you have high hopes for Diablo Volfir. Even though he hasn’t proven himself yet, it is obvious that he has a lot of potential, and it isn’t strange to say that Brother and Mother are holding hands with the greatest talent to change the game. But still…”

He spoke while yawning.

“Give up. It is meaningless to hold on to hope now.”

“What are you hoping to achieve from this?”

Yeomjae narrowed his eyes and asked. According to Jamie, Ra was already aware of their goals.

Ra could stomp on their plans anytime, but he said he wanted Jamie to reach him. For what?

“Are you planning something?”

Ra was strong.

He was born with an overwhelming strength, which even Yeomhae, who was his counterpart, couldn’t do anything about.

They were made that way, so it was a natural outcome.

No one had the power to surpass Ra. Even Osiris, Odin, Zeus, Shiva, and anyone who served him.

In terms of strength, they were all a step behind Ra, and since he has no opponent now, Ra must be feeling lonely.

Yeomjae used this logic to speculate on Ra’s recent actions, but Ra’s words refuted his speculations.

“A fight… there was a time when I wished for it.”

“You mean….”

“What are you talking about? An omnipotent being doesn’t need a fight or match. All I need is a tool to satisfy my greed.”

“What is your desire…”

“Brother, I have no intention of telling you. I will tell you when the right time comes.”

“Ha!”

Yeomjae sighed.

He made a circle with his right and left hands. One hand went up, and the other went down.

When blue and red flames connected as one, Yeomjae turned to slowly move inside it.

Two different colors of round flames swayed. Looking at it, Ra mumbled.

“Taiji, huh. The power of Bokhee.”

Bokhee.

He was one of the highest Gods. Bokhee, Yeomjae, and their sister were once called the Three Emperors.

Their original powers were used in a distant land in the east.

Due to Bokhee’s powerful magic, the 12 Gods could not obtain the eastern nations.

‘There is no need for it, though.’

There was no need to possess that small piece of land, so no one touched it.

But Bokhee’s technique was now unfolding in Yeomjae’s hands.

“But Brother, even Bokhee, who was called the Three Emperors with you, couldn’t do anything against me. He died along with Sister.”

“If I can reduce your strength even just a little …”

Yeomjae had no intention of winning. He knew it was impossible from the start.

“Just enough is good.”

“Did you live all this time being treated as a traitor just to be taken down like this? Seriously.”

Ra shook his head as if he sincerely felt bad and got up.

“If Brother wants it so much, as your younger brother, I should do this as my last consideration for you.”

Originally, Ra had no intention of fighting, but he sighed and slowly moved his hand.

“Your funeral will be held in the best place.”

“Cheeky bastard! Who do you think I am?”

Yeomjae’s body was engulfed in flames and vanished, leaving behind a massive fire giant in his place.

Yeomjae, the giant who used the Taiji while burning blue flames, shouted.

“This is the body of Yeomjae¹ Shin Nong!”

“It seems like you are devoted to humanity until the end.”

Ra looked at the approaching fist and smiled.

“I like it since it is Brother’s.”

Temple of the Sun.

The entire place was engulfed in huge flames.

“FUCKKKKKK!”

Zenith screamed as he struggled to get up from his spot, and about a third of his body was blown away.

This wasn’t easy.

Receiving help from the Land of Victory has also reached its limits.

The spear that killed Cadelan was broken. And he grinned.

“My victory.”

Although he lost a little less than half his body, he managed to live. And the opponent?

“…”

The darkness took over Jamie’s body, and his eyes seemed unfocused. Trinity’s effects seemed to be disappearing. He was kneeling on the floor, looking weak, as if he would fall with just the push of a finger.

The time limit to use the Supreme Demon ability was over. As the name suggests, it allowed Jamie to experience a heightened level of black magic.

And in return, the caster loses all of the black mana inside of his body when the time is over. It would recover over time, but right now, he is nothing more than an empty shell with no mana.

“It was a long fight. It has been so long since I was desperately pushed this far, so this is a new feeling.”

Zenith approached Jamie and dragged his right foot by pulling it.

His speed had slowed down, and he would recover once his soul was back to its original state.

Although the damage to his soul was serious, if he absorbed Jamie, then everything was worth it.

“How can things be like this? Such a strange feeling.”

He looked at Jamie with his head down.

The being who always looked down on others. He could never forget such humiliation.

“Raise your head.”

Zenith grabbed his emerald hair and lifted his head to see a shabby face.

It seemed like he could easily pull out his hair if he used a little force.

“Be a part of me.”

If he absorbs Jamie, everything will be great.

He could challenge Ra, who has been arrogant toward him until now. If that happens, would he be able to maintain the same arrogance?

Zenith smiled as he began to absorb Jamie.

[Absorb me.]

He could hear a voice.

It was a strange yet familiar voice.

He couldn’t remember whose voice it was.

[Absorb me.]

The voice was rough but sounded like it was having fun. The situation itself was amusing.

[Stop being stubborn. It’s not a big deal if you don’t stay human, right?]

The voice seemed low.

Like it said, did he have to remain being human?

Even if he were not a human, he could fight for humans.

[Right. Stop denying it and take me in. The demon. You can get a stronger power than now.]

Demon.

A race that lives in the Devildom.

Those who handle the power of magi are quite ferocious and enjoy fighting in the world of the strong.

If that happens, he can become stronger than he is now.

[Zenith? He can be torn down.]

He could kill Zenith.

[Right. Are you going to lose to the one you always trampled on? If you lose, you will become a part of him. That means you will become a part of your enemy.]

Hate it.

Not Zenith. Not part of him.

The man uses his power to harass humans. He has been terrible all this time and will continue to be so.

It couldn’t be like that.

[Then just hope. You want to become stronger. Remember. The power. The essence that you have.]

The essence of Satan.

The magic stone holding the power of one of the five Great Demon Kings who ruled the realm.

Take it and kill Zenith.

Be strong. You could do anything.

[Become omnipotent.]

The black stone floated in front of his eyes. It was evil, but he felt a huge power from it.

The lump of mass.

His hand reached out for it.

[Right. Then it will work. Make me yours. Become a complete being.]

Complete existence.

[Do not be afraid of corruption.]

Right, it is just corruption.

The essence doesn’t change.

“Jamie Welton.”

Then another voice came, and he looked back.

A man with gray hair, a golden robe, and wooden monocles. Someone he’d seen before but couldn’t remember right now. He wasn’t sure who this person was, but he felt annoyed because he interrupted when he was trying to get stronger.

“Do not disturb me.”

He reached out again, and the man said,

“Are you someone who cannot do it?”

“…”

“A human being who throws everything away just because things get hard and gets buried by evil?”

[Do not listen.]

The voice of Satan was covering his ears. Even so, the voice pierced his blinded eyes and blocked ears.

“Remember why you fight. I have seen with my own eyes that you aren’t someone who kneels down at such a place.”

[Do not listen.]

“The king of humans must not give up on being human. Even for you and your family.”

Family.

Jamie’s eyes widened at that word.

Mother Sears.

Father Argeno.

Sister Sarah.

Where were they? Would they be safe in a world with battles?

Why is he fighting now?

For humanity.

No.

‘For family.’

To protect his family and live with them again.

This was the reason why he could not give up on being a human. He could not stand by their side if he gave up on it.

“There will always be crises, and our limits will be felt. Overcome them with time. Even if you cannot do it, try to do it.”

Jamie remembered the name of the man who was encouraging him.

“I am sorry for making you shoulder everything, but I ask you, please.”

“… Akashic.”

“Push yourself once again.”

[Do not listen!!]

The magi ran rampant.

It was entangled around Jamie’s body.

But the magi couldn’t engulf him. Jamie said to the fading Akashic,

“Thanks.”

And he just smiled.

This was enough.

By bringing him back to his senses when he almost lost everything, he completed his final mission.

So from now on…

Clench.

“Kuak, w-what?”

He heard Zenith’s panicked voice.

Jamie caught him off guard and grabbed his wrist.

Jamie let out a low breath as he moved Zenith’s hand that was holding his hair.

“Phew.”

Purple eyes shone softly.