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Welcome, Listener.

Another Cycle, another loss and yet another bad ending.

Trihexa has unleashed its fury once more.

This time, the world could only resist against the Devourer of Worlds for a decade.

If only…

If only there existed a combined means to resist against the Beast

It could have been stopped.

Yet, the Supernatural Factions never cease to amaze me.

Even when the World exhales its last breath, they are still keen on keeping their generational hatred.

It can't be helped, as long as past remains the same

The outcome will not change.

The mistakes we all have committed have come to bite us in the most unprecedented way possible.

One wrong entity at the wrong time is enough to cause the Apocalypse on their own.

In return, One man at the right time is also, enough to stop it from ever happening.

From when I stand, the mistakes are impossible to correct.

As I've told you.

However, there are always ways.

There has to be.

I hope you can figure it out before it's too late.

I hope, I can, too.

Listener.

There is a misconception I would like to solve before dwelling into more serious matters.

The Apocalypse, isn't as grand as it has been described in holy scripts.

It doesn't feast on the weak, nor it's instant.

That would be considered an act of mercy by the Gods.

The Beast isn't Holy nor Merciful.

It is, an Amalgam of Hatred.

The Sins of Creation embodied into one singular entity.

That is the True Identity of the Beast.

For it is merely a mirror to life, it knows us well.

What we fear, what we cherish.

What makes one man into a legend, or a Beast.

For the Beast is not a mindless entity fueled on destruction, Those that cross the Beast in their little wit meet their end in the most unfortunate way.

The Beast is no enemy that could be conquered with might alone.

If that were the case, I simply could not.

After all, I am just a man, nothing more, nothing less.

Even if I can't cease to exist.

Love.

The only emotion all creation can feel.

Even Gods.

As it turns out, even the Beast.

To vanquish Trihexa, one must understand what compromises the Beast.

I alone spent countless lifetimes to pursue the knowledge needed to take it down.

Listener, heed me.

For I only I can bestow you this.

The Beast is akin to a Mother.

It feels, observes, feeds, cares, and when the time comes.

It punishes.

What I say here, may not make sense to you, Listener.

Yet, when the time comes, I hope you can understand the wisdom behind my words.

The Beast is an Enemy of Humanity, that is no doubt.

However, it also, is the biggest benefactor of Humanity..

The Caretaker of Humans, the First Sin.

Trihexa only intends to end the World, the Humanity is just, a victim.

As the sinners outweigh the innocent, Trihexa is bound to be awakened.

Even premature, the Beast still remembers.

What it feels to be under everything, and everyone.

For it always loves us, Trihexa fulfills its duty.

Without understanding, without being able to question.

As the World of Humans and Supernatural converge, the Beast breaks free from the Seal.

To protect Humanity it loves dearly.

To Destroy the Supernatural it resents.

I always wondered, the intentions of the Beast.

I pondered upon it, spent countless lonely nights with my conscience.

Why does the Beast feel the need to destroy the World?

Can it even present the basic logic behind its actions?

No.

Does the Beast itself even know what it does?

Is it aware?

What even is the Beast of Apocalypse?

These were some of the questions that had no definite answers to them, as the Beast is unable to communicate.

I had no reason to feel even a tiny bit of empathy.

The Beast needed to be dealt with, the quicker the merrier.

I used to think like that when I was still a beginner.

Due time, my thoughts and suspicion regarding the Beast had their fair share of change as I did, too.

When Apocalypse dawned upon me the very first time, my only instinct was to survive.

That I failed miserably, not even getting to look at the Beast with my own eyes.

Second time was no different, I only managed to survive a few extra nights, made absolutely no difference.

Until the Fifth cycle, I perished before I could escape Kyoto.

Until the Twentieth, I had to rely on people to cover for me.

Until the Fiftieth, I couldn't even touch the Beast.

I did grow, however, as I said before, I am just a man.

Nothing more, nothing less.

I harbored enmities, resentment.

Before I understood what the Beast is, I shrugged it off as a monster.

Which is exactly why I failed to survive and see the day after.

After I spent a healthy chunk of my time to research and understand the Beast

I could subdue the Beast of Revelation on my own.

That, however, came with a price.

The World.

Listener

When the price to save the World is, in fact, the World itself, you may think that this World is doomed from the start.

You wouldn't be totally off the point.

As I've said before, the mistakes of the past pushed us into this very predicament.

That's exactly why I'm warning you, to not follow our footsteps. Every single one of us is responsible for the Apocalypse.

The child growing in her mother's belly, is responsible.

The Angels turning a blind eye to their believers, are responsible.

The Devils reincarnating the Humans to bestow them second chances out of pure love, are responsible.

The Fallen, crazed with the creations of their father, are responsible.

Gods.

Humans.

Spirits.

Wraiths.

The Good and the Bad.

We are all, responsible.

As the World turns upside down for good, the Beast awakens on its own.

Even when it's awakened by force, Trihexa condemns the Sinners.

For it cannot, stand the way the World has become.

Just like Man.

Listener.

There are always survivors.

In my lifetime, I managed to encounter countless of them.

Formed bonds with them, fought alongside them, entrusted my life to them.

There are stark candidates that could rival my ferocity to take down the Beast.

Devils that have transcended their boundaries, gaining immense strength at the expense of their sanity.

Humans that went beyond the limits of their capabilities, putting the only thing they have left on the battlefield, the remnants of our civilization.

Swordmasters that could slay the Beast within one slash, one technique.

The endless incantations of Magicians and Witches has always amazed me, as such, there were plenty of them at the last stand.

Every single one of them are valuable and have proved their worth in the post-apocalyptic world.

However, there is one other group that I strictly formed bonds with in my early years.

Children of God, bestowed with gifts that helped them to rival the strength of Gods, courtesy of the God of the Bible.

Sacred Gear users, especially those that had nowhere to go, quickly find each other due to their specialities, opting to stay beside one another. This one event happens no matter how much I interfere.

Even among those that had been selected by God, there are exceptions.

This one exception, however, not only reinforces the idea that the World is indeed one cruel joke, but also blooms much, much later than those that had been here from the very beginning.

For common sense, I will avoid uttering their name.

I first met them by the ninth cycle, standing among the survivors of the Kyoto Incident.

No matter how much I tried to avoid them, I bumped them every now and then.

You might be asking, why would I try to avoid them?

The answer is, that they were branded as a Stray Devil that had been put down long before this whole mess started.

So, I did what every sane person would do.

Truth is, this person only appears when specific conditions are met.

I couldn't have known that by then, nor what they would mean to me in the long run.

For them to be at Kyoto at that exact moment, they would first need to survive something known as Reignition, a specific event that happens in almost every cycle at Kuoh, my hometown.

If condition one is met, I'm sorry to say that this person develops a border-line personality, on top of survivor's guilt.

That combination guarantees something to go south at any given time.

Anyhow, if they are not feeling stabby, then they would have to participate in the Pseudo-Civil War, on behalf of someone I won't mention.

This is where everything is decided for them. If they manage to survive on their own, all is well. They get to Kyoto at some point.

If that War ends not in a Truce, but a one-sided victory, my hopes for that cycle goes pretty south, as some of the most important people I would fight Trihexa with perish.

So, you get the gist.

There are too many variables to consider, too many events to line up for them to be amongst those who survive the Kyoto Incident.

This cycle is one of them, The World managed to last a decade against the Beast just because they survived those two events.

From an outsider's perspective, this prince charming is only good against the lackey's of Apocalyptic Beast.

However, I managed to find a much, much bigger role for them at the Last Stand.

As for what it is, that's a story for another time.

Listener.

As another cycle ends, I bid farewell to you.

The Beast's screech is most agonizing to the point that I am nearly crushed under the pain it feels.

My only hope is that I can see you amongst those who look up to the stars for guidance when the time comes.

As expected of me, I'm in a hurry to embrace Lady Death, but you should always strive to see another sunset.

Hyoudou Issei, out.

Connection Terminated.

Lost Legacy.

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14/04/2018

Back to Square one, I go.

Honestly, I can't complain. It's refreshing to see the world the way it was before the Beast awakens.

Vending machines, electronics working as intended, even electricity itself. I sometimes even miss the usual bickering of the people complaining about the prices of gasoline after this World goes to shit.

As for where I am, the usual spot after the Beast does its trick on me.

Kyoto University.

Precisely, the Cafe located within the Campus Grounds, exactly three hours and fifteen minutes before the Kyoto Incident happens.

I say the usual spot, because if I incur the wrath of a damned butterfly on me, my destination quickly changes to a graveyard instead of this beautiful sight.

It happens, I kid you not. Every now and then, I wake up buried six feet under, in a dead body. It's not an experience I would recommend to others, the cons outweigh the pros heavily.

I get why everyone is so obsessed about regression, but I can confidently say that it's a well-manufactured scam. It's an overly glorified pathway to insanity, as I consistently do the same thing and expect a different result. Anyways, I'm still glad I get to relieve the worst moments of my life.

The fresh air, the scent of the newly cleaned halls, the familiar walls greeting me.

Frankly, I miss being an ordinary college boy. I sometimes wonder about what would have happened if one son of a bitch didn't have the candid idea to unseal something that would smack the World with a baseball bat the size of the moon.

I probably couldn't graduate in 4 years, that I can verify with my whole being. I was not exactly a top-student, I was more concerned with living my teenage years to their fullest.

To those that are curious, I am currently taking my major in Japanese Literature. It turns out I am indeed capable with my tongue and my hands are destined to wither away on type-writers.

In a future never realized, of course.

For now, my hands are only good for holding swords and beheading monsters, nothing more.

What? You think I only fought against Trihexa? If that were the case, I would've succeeded in saving the world by now. Apocalypse's not a boss-fight, it's an inescapable room filled with monsters to the brim. Their creator, of course, none other than the Boss itself.

At the moment, I don't need to worry about the descent of the First Sin by three years, good enough time to build up this rotten body.

Like I said, Regression is a scam.

Why do I say it over and over again?

Because:

I don't get to keep my levels.

Not that the World is suddenly a video-game. It's just a metaphor.

Everytime I regress, I go back to the starting point, and the stats don't transfer over. Only my consciousness, not even my soul, just my consciousness.

If the opposite were the case, I said this before, I would've wrecked Trihexa in only thirty cycles. It would have to beg for mercy as I pound it with a wooden sword, not even kidding. That is exactly why I think I'm cursed, I only get to keep the knowledge of the future, and knowledge regarding important people.

Yet, they are enough. I managed to take down Trihexa before, I can do it over and over again. The only problem is that saving the World is just like one Trolley Paradox.

If I run over "One Innocent Guy" to save "Five People", I get to keep a deserted barren wasteland with absolutely no people, but I manage to save the World. That is due to the fact that the "Five People" I involuntarily run over is Humanity itself.

If I don't do anything, Trihexa eventually ends the World along with me.

I'm trying to cross over the boundaries, pull the lever in such a way that I launch the entire Trolley to the outer cosmos. Trolley being the Trihexa, of course.

I also tried drifting the Trolley to rack my kill count up to Six. Let me just say that it was an absolutely terrible idea, made myself the enemy of everyone and eventually they ran a spike through my spinal cord.

Still, Trial and Error all the way.

If there is a way to solve every problem, I'll keep trying as long as I don't completely burn out this incomplete regression ability. Should that happen by sheer luck, welp, goodbye World forever.

You have to understand that even if I'm able to correct the mistakes done after my starting point, not everything turns out the same.

That's exactly the reason I feel lucky to possess something like Lost Legacy, another ability that is somewhat given to me by someone I am not able to remember.

As for what it is? I'll explain it, not now.

Because, Zero Hour is upon us in three miniscule hours, I have to get through my routine.

Even I have limited time at my hands every now and then, I gotta make full use of it.

Routine?

More like torture, please.

For the Third Time, regression is a scam.

I'm cursed to remember every single detail, however, the dumbfucks around me get to play innocent and feel the adrenaline for the first time.

If only I had some kind of ability to force memories through people, I would've been able to skip over at least six months of hassle in just a week.

As I enjoy the refreshing taste of a can of iced tea, God I surely missed these, I spot the dimwit numero uno, making their way to, out of all people, me.

Baek Soo-Yeun

Of course, most of the world knows this bombshell as Park Seo-Yeon. She's kind of a mysterious figure in the college, as an exchange student from Seoul National University. An extreme case of a prideful brat and a social justice warrior from my perspective.

You might be able to grasp the condition of our relationship with my infamous reputation as a former open pervert and her reputation of being a total toxic feminist, we are indeed a match made in Heaven.

However, prideful brats are all I've encountered during my lifetime. I've had way worse cases in my repertoire before and every single one of them either faked their personalities to gain something from me, or were straight up crazies.

Soo-Yeun had a reserved VIP spot in the first category, marking herself the all-time best when it came to knock me senseless, in any way you can imagine.

I have to hand it over to her, she's absolutely a ten, especially when she finally opens up about herself. Even after countless regressions, the reason I keep her so highly rated on the list is because.

We click.

That's right, she's as weird as I am on certain things. I was, still am, an irrevertible pervert, at least I am honest about it. After a certain amount of time, Soo-Yeun experiences an epiphany and becomes honest as well, as civilization is no longer a deciding factor in our lives, we get to live as our ancestors did, honest and true to our emotions.

However, that time is not within our grasp, not yet, not for another year.

For now, I am her arch-nemesis.

I gotta act like one, as well. Like I said, I'm honest about my feelings, I have always been, that's something I value about myself.

"World to Hyoudou? Hello? Perv?"

"Nice Knocker-" That punch to my stomach, I had it coming, nonetheless, I quite enjoy the faint flush forming around her cheeks, no matter how many times I do this.

Even against Trihexa, after some time, I can hold my ground, however, against Soo-Yeun at this moment, it was quite different. I long for the breath that leaves my lungs as she punches my abdomen.

You gotta understand my point of view, I'm taller than her by a few centimeters, so if I try to maintain eye-contact I get a direct pass to her knockers, one of the finest specimen I've ever encountered, not counting Himejima Senpai from Kuoh, she was an absolute unit on her own standards.

"I don't understand how you still manage to avoid jail-time or beating from the amount of comments you make towards the girls on the campus, perv."

"I'm just that cool, Yeon-san."

"Don't Yeon-san me, Hyoudou."

"Whatever you say, Park-san."

Our only form of communication revolved around the comments I make on her fine body, and getting myself slapped, punched, or in some cases, threatened to be stabbed. I was used to it, hence, my routine.

My comments vary from cycle to cycle, however, her replies almost stay the same. She acts as if she doesn't want anything from me, like a Tsun-tsun. However on the Zero Hour, she is the only one that actively searches for me, what can I say, I have that charm in me. That's exactly why at the start of every cycle, I drag her with me until we can reach a safe spot.

Everyone needs someone that they could hate without suffering the consequences to thirst their inner cruelty. It just so happens that I'm that person for Baek Soo-Yeun. As per my peaceful nature, I don't exactly hate the way she treats me, that I can laugh off her threats and punches. It also used to turn me on for real at some point in our relationship, but I would never make it public.

"Say, Park-san. Would you indulge my curiosity for a while?"

"It better not be something weird, Pervert. I'll bury you otherwise."

"I'm against non-con, Park-san, don't worry. I'm an advocate of consent and good-will when it comes to sexual preferences."

"This doesn't make it any less weird."

"Would you go on a walk with me? I have something to confess."

"It would never work between us, Hyoudou. For your sake, bury it down deep and never speak to me again on that matter."

"Oh? Here I thought we were compatible, Baek."

One quick reminder, this dimwit actually conceals her true identity and goes by the name Park Seo-Yeon. The thing about secret identities is that they never work as intended, I am yet to find someone that can completely fool everyone with just a name change.

The murderous intent in her eyes actually frightens me, even after all this time. I get it, a random nobody that you secretly bully utters a name that you try to bury with all your might, makes you question the integrity of the trust you've built up with your connections. However, murder is a bit too far when you can simply forge another identity to move on.

"..." Well, there I go crashing into the Wall, suffocated by her petite hands.

"Who are you..?" Even I don't know at this stage, Baek. I am still Hyoudou Issei, but not the Issei you bullied beyond the breaking point.

"Are you affiliated with the Righteous Sect?" Am I? I used to work for them in one cycle, the so-called drifting stage where I forced the Trolley to kill six people as opposed to five or one.

"Are you an Enemy of Heavenly Demon?" That I can answer with confidence, I am. I completely am. For what Heavenly Demon is worth, I believe you simply shouldn't be the price.

"Answer me! Issei!"

"I-I'm."

"Yes?!"

"Flattered."

"Huh?"

With one single word, I completely managed to get the element of surprise as I looked deep into the eyes of the Outcast Princess. My hands making their way to hold hers as she still strangulates me whilst pushing my spinal cord deeper into the rubble.

"You called me Issei, that."

"Just tell me, how?"

She relaxed, her grip not as forceful as before, yet still threatened to crush my windpipe. To look straight in her black, almost charry eyes, is a privilege only I get to taste.

She is special, I had always known it. That's why she is my eternal partner, the only one I could sacrifice my uniqueness for.

"Have you ever caught me lying, Baek?"

"Don't call me THAT!" It was a good thing that the cafe area was completely empty, as I wouldn't be able to explain to everyone that I indeed am innocent in this one sided battle.

"Just think about it." The gears inside her are in motion, I could see it in her eyes. Even if we don't interact often, I am known for my honesty in the facility and the department. When she accused me of being a pervert, I simply accepted and told everyone that I am indeed, an infamous pervert. I have never had any desire to keep a high profile, being regarded as an honest man is enough for me.

"N-no?" The doubt settled, the frequency at which she shouted at me was gone, only remained the anger which made her fingers twitch around my throat.

"Then take a walk with me, I promise I will explain everything."

"How can I trust you? Being honest is one thing, being trustworthy is another, Hyoudou."

"I resent the Heavenly Demon and the Demonic Cult, I have no intentions of alerting your mother of your current location."

One way she is also special, is that Baek Soo-Yeun is a direct descendant to the current Heavenly Demon, the Leader of the Demonic Cult of the Martial World. That makes her a pretty darn good target for most people, especially the Righteous Sect.

Her circumstances are a bit different from the ordinary descendants as you can see from her reaction, Soo-Yeun is regarded as a criminal in the Martial World because she is the daughter of the Heavenly Demon. Yet, the Demonic Cult also hates her on the principle that she is a sinner, relishing herself in Worldly desires and affairs. Hence, the Outcast Princess. On top of it, Baek Soo-Yeun might also have cut down any assassin that dared to disturb her way of life, not discriminating between the Righteous or Demonic side of the Martial World.

"I can very well erase the traces of you being ever existing, Hyoudou. You are entering very dangerous waters, just so you know."

Oh please, I do know. If I began to count the amount of times you cut me down with an Aura sword, I would very well waste a cycle. This part of my routine is a coin-flip, as Baek Soo-Yeun doesn't understand the meaning of bluffing. She acts first, then worries about the consequences. Definitely not a healthy way to live one lifetime.

However, I didn't happen to be a regressor out of pure luck. Forget that, I did become a regressor due to sheer luck. What I mean is that, I got experience when I'm dealing with a situation that happens in every cycle.

Right now, Soo-Yeun contemplates whether or not she should kill me. If I don't give her an adequate response, this cycle might suffer from premature birth, or death in my case.

"Dangerous waters are the only thing I know. How do you think I managed to save myself countless times from jail? I'm just that convincing."

"Hah."

That would result in me being stabbed in my heart with a Pure-Red Aura Sword, I tried that one.

"I'm a regressor, You and I must stop the Apocalypse."

"Cut the crap and tell my mother."

"Fuck you."

That results in a much, much slower death as I choke in my own blood, courtesy of a kitchen knife being lodged into my neck.

"I love you."

"Aww… I hate you all."

Another aura blade, this time directly into my eyeballs, sticking out from the back of my skull.

"Kill me."

"Huh?"

"You heard that right, kill me."

This one is a bit tricky, if I'm not able to give the exact punctuation and emotion, she ends up fulfilling my wish, granting me another chance.

"Aren't you already considering that option? Don't let your emotions stop you, I may turn out to be a spy. That's an unnecessary risk to take, right?"

"..."

"Prove that you are indeed the daughter of the Heavenly Demon. Killing another one wouldn't taint your image."

"..."

"On the slim chance that I am actually innocent, you still wouldn't lose anything."

"...op-."

"Yeah… I wouldn't take that risk either. One more body is nothing compared to the already existing mountain of corpses."

"...p-"

"What are you waiting for? I'm almost done materializing my Aura Blade. At any moment, I might strike you."

Manipulation, a dangerous field. One that I don't particularly like. I don't wish to make people suffer, especially those that are around me all the time. Yet, for Soo-Yeun to understand, for this cycle to flourish, I have no other choice.

"I get why people call you the Outcast Princess, You can't even strike a spy. How in the world would you be able to fight against the Righteous Sect like that? Our Sect dictates that mercy for the enemy is cruelty for ourselves."

Of course, I had known the teachings of the Righteous Sect. I spent a cycle with them, it's only natural.

Baek Soo-Yeun could feel that I possessed neither Aura, nor the capacity to materialize an Aura Blade. At least not yet, I would be able to in the future.

At this point, Soo-Yeun released her hold on me and only focused on my eyes, exactly what I wanted.

"If you don't wish to strike me, then leave at once, Park. In fifteen minutes, meet up with me at the gates. If you decide to not come, I will understand. However, I would like to have one final talk with you."

"Final… Talk..?"

"If you are curious, you'll show up. If you are not, this might be the last time we see each other for a long time."

Just like that, bullet averted.

Baek Soo-Yeun is a complex individual, but not without mercy and love. Even against me, someone that she despises, she won't be able to strike me down because that is exactly something Heavenly Demon would do. No room for uncertainties, no room for spies.

And Baek Soo-Yeun would do everything to not turn out like her own mother.

One companion can directly change the fate of the cycle.

If I fail to recruit Baek Soo-Yeun, the Last Stand against the Beast only lasts for five years, compared to the standard eight years. That is how important one person is.

She is nearly invaluable in the amount of firepower she contributes.

However, there is one person that without them, the whole Last Stand doesn' even last for two years.

One madman that I dare to call my brother in all but blood.

A Children of God.

And Devil.

"Who are you?"

"No one in particular, just someone that reminisced about the grave on top of the world."

"Whom that grave could belong to?"

"Azazel's Left Ball."

"Thirty Seconds for me, Thirty for you, Traveler."

"Shoot away."

"What is the problem exactly?"

"Trihexa."

"Date?"

"Today, in three hours."

"Reason?"

"Your Gramps, or rather, your pops."

"I can't believe I told you this."

"You told me plenty, Val."

"How can we stop it?"

"We can't, I'm just calling you so that you can prepare yourself for the Apocalypse."

"That damned old man."

"My thoughts exactly."

"How long do we last?"

"Depends, if everything goes according to the plan, 15 years. If not, not even a decade."

"Damn."

"Yeah…"

"Thanks, Traveler. Your turn."

"Reignition, did it happen?"

"At Kuoh? Yes."

"Any survivors?"

"Yes, almost no casualties."

"Almost?"

"Irina Shidou couldn't make it."

"Damn… Iri…"

"Did they matter to you?"

"Yes."

"I see."

"Pseudo Civil War?"

"Happened, took eight months."

"How did it end?"

"In a truce."

"From the Core members of the Reignition, did they make it out?"

"No, most of them perished."

"Fuck."

"Kiba Yuuto and Gasper Vladi are still alive but MIA. Xenovia Quarta has been expelled from the Church, MIA as well."

"Thank God."

"Why though?"

"I'll explain, just handle the things on your behalf Val."

"Alright."

"One last question."

"Yes?"

"RDE, are they alive?"

"No, I killed them."

"FUCK."

"Sorry."

"Don't be, what's done is done."

"Yeah."

"I'm done as well."

"Rendezvous point and date?"

"Kyoto University Campus in Three Days, wear a green shirt and a cone hat. I'll do the same."

"Understood, best of luck to you."

"You too, Val."

The way this madman operated, was simply breathtaking. He even set up a contingency plan when he was fourteen for something like this, a time-traveler wanting to warn people about something.

He is so resourceful that it kind of annoys me, being the only one that could keep up with every sort of crazed thing that happened during the Apocalypse, always being there when it was time to finally take on the Beast.

The only time he didn't, was because his grandfather managed to get his claws on him before Vali could even speak.

Vali always stood by my side from day one since he revealed this little code, his contingency plan to be one step ahead. Thanks to his battle-prowess and my knowledge, the Apocalyptic Beast could be resisted against.

With Val and Soo-Yeun at my side, this cycle had high chances to be fruitful.

Speaking of this duo.

I said that I categorized prideful brats to two distinct personalities, meanwhile Soo-Yeun had something she wanted from me, she had her place at the first category.

Vali Lucifer, however, is the sole reason the second category even exists. In the cycles that I finally surpass this madman, he becomes the bane of my existence, even going as far as wanting to have a fight to death with me.

Soo-Yeun, as for what she wants from me, is very simple.

I told you that Soo-Yeun and I click, right?

The reason Soo-Yeun continues to bully me and antagonize me stems from one of her carnal desires.

In the event that I flip. That wench wants only one thing.

A Hatefuck.

That's why she made my entire college life hell, just because she wanted me to blow her back out while cursing at her for hours on no end.

That I did, in one cycle.

And our relationship completely changed.

Yeah, that's all for chapter two.

It's practically the first time I'm writing in First Person, so errors are bound to happen. I'm sorry for them in advance.

R&R Boys and Grilles.

Shiwftie, Out.