CH 2

Translator: BaeBae

To no one’s surprise, shouting did not bring forth the perpetrator.

Juan looks up to the sky and lets out a sigh as the vast sky swallows his deafening shout.

A clear blue sky.

Slowly he stands up and inspects his state.

Thin skeleton alike limbs and attached a small white hand.

“Roughly 9 years old huh”

For a moment Juan thought he came back to his past.

“No. I was never this fragile at this age”

His body structure reconfigured to match the proportion of mana in him internally.

Most of his strength from when he was an emperor has vanished and all that was left was a bit of mana just enough to keep his new puny body running.

He was given a body with physical capabilities true to his age.

Juan pondered about any magic that he could use.

The base of his strength during his ascension as an emperor lied in his magic proficiency.

Magic with capabilities that could nourish the entire world, look into different dimensions, even creating something out of nothing, his previous magical knowledge still remained in his head.

Precisely a master of all kinds of magic, but with no mana he couldn’t use it to his benefit.

But as an emperor he was born to protect his people. Not only magic but swordsmanship, strategy, somatic art, Juan mastered everything necessary for a battle.

Going beyond common sense, pioneering new dimensions. His skills in strengthening fellow humans so they could retaliate against the gods. He still had all of this knowledge.

Juan with this strength unified the continent and commanded humanity to battle gods and demons into submission.

God of war was beheaded under his sword, God of magic’s heart was ripped apart with his magic, and their corpses were Juan’s trophies of war.

With more time, he would have strengthened humanity so they would never fall apart.

But now his power all but disappeared, trickling away like sand.

There’s nothing left.

With this weak body, he wouldn’t be able to display even 1/1000th of that power he once had.

“Well. Whatever….”

Juan laid back down on the ground.

The sound of crackling ashes drifted away, as they turned into dust.

A clear blue sky.

A good day to resurrect. Also to die.

An unwanted resurrection.

He simply did not care in the slightest, which year it was, where he was.

“Let’s die again.”

I died without any lingering regrets.

Seeing unnecessary things will only bring about more remorse.

If we know what events take place after we die, what exact circumstances caused my death, we don’t know how we will react to it.

If I set my mind to it, there are thousands of ways to recover my powers. If recovered, I could set ablaze the empire, the continent and even the whole world on fire.

‘There‘s nothing stopping me from doing this’

A silent whisper can be heard from somewhere deep inside Juan. Juan pushed back his inner thoughts. His consciousness slowly drifted back to sleep.

What woke him was a voice.

“Oi.”

Someone was tapping his leg.

An emperor from the moment he was born, Juan found amusement in such carefree treatment being directed at him. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

A man wearing a turban with a colorless face was looking down at him.

“Who are you, were you running away from the great fire?

Behind him stood a carriage, carrying many slaves with gaunt expressions.

Their hands and feet were shackled with metal chains.

“A slave trader…..”

While he was emperor, Juan strictly banned slavery.

Likewise, Juan did not give permission to stab him in the back.

In spite of one’s effort, he knew in some places banning something wouldn’t stop it from occurring.

“Don’t bother me”

As Juan turned his back on him, the slave trader had an absurd look on his face.

Once more, he kicked Juan’s thighs with force.

“Where’s your parents? You alone?”

“My parents’ well being is none of your concern. Rather, think about taking care of your own parents first.”

For more,

The bald man eventually calmed down and brought his knee together and drooped his head. The female elf tightly squeezed Juan as if to reassure him and repeatedly whispered in a soft voice, ‘Its alright sweetie’.

Meanwhile, Juan’s interest had drifted away to another topic.

Tantil? Colosseum?

The places sounded familiar.

“Hey.”

Juan opened his mouth and the mountain goat horned man looked at him in surprise.

“Is this place Tantil? Is there a Colosseum at Tantil?”

“Your way of speaking is…… Well yeah. Tantil is known for its Colosseum. But don’t worry. There will only be boos when children like you are sent out. You’ll be used more for things like errands. Gladiators always have a need for slaves.”

But Juan wasn’t listening to his words. There was only one thought in his head.

Tantil was the name of the land where Juan made his mark on killing a god for the first time.

The land where the emperor planted the flag of hope for humanity.

During the era when Gods and humans fought, a god by the name Taltere of Madness resided over this land.

Taltere often demanded sacrificial beings from his followers. And his enjoyment included watching sacrificial beings kill each other, staining the floor with blood. The madness and blood from this is where Taltere got his power.

To the day Juan ordered to seal Taltere’s temple, his followers had called the temple a Colosseum.

Once again… a Colosseum was built in Tantil?

Juan felt weird.

He devoted his whole life to killing gods, therefore his heart started to beat softly.

But Juan quickly suppressed his beating heart.

“I’m not the emperor anymore.”

Juan bit his lip.

‘Emperor is dead. Assassinated. By a human. By the hands he trusted most.’