Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 231 Mission: 09-6 The Return of the End

"See, you really lost."

The dust cleared, and Nero transformed back into his human form, sheathing his sword and falling to the ground. Only Urizen was left, pinned to the ground by the blue starlight sword piercing his chest. V, supported by his familiars, staggered forward and staggered to his side.

Meanwhile, Nero's appearance was slightly different. First, the demonized area on his chest had vanished along with the demonization. His fingers no longer felt hard scales, only soft skin. Another change was even more noticeable—his brilliant golden hair hadn't returned with the demonization. It seemed Nero had permanently adopted the silver hair of the Spartan family.

When Nero noticed this, he immediately felt that something was wrong - most of the clothes and accessories she had owned in the past were designed to suit blonde hair. Blonde hair and silver hair may not look much different, but there is still a big difference in matching.

She seriously thought about whether she should dye her hair in order not to waste money. After all, she actually liked her original hair color, and the white hair was really too conspicuous.

However, this problem was surprisingly easily solved. The answer was the Demon World Tree. When the in-game clerk in "Sworn by the Sword" had delivered the fruit to Nero, it still had a severed branch attached to it. Now, the tree, stripped of its fruit, had dissipated into a bloody mist, but the branch remained in Nero's hand. As she retrieved it, the branch brushed against her hair, and those strands suddenly turned back to gold, as if some of their magic had been drained away.

That problem is easy to solve. Nero can use this branch to make a comb or something else. Maybe it will have other uses.

Thinking of this, Nero turned his head and looked behind him.

"I...will not lose..."

"It's about time you stopped being so stubborn." Griffin fluttered his wings and landed on top of his head. "Losing is losing. It's not that scary. At worst, next time—"

As it spoke, the black bird raised its head and accidentally made eye contact with Nero.

"I mean, losing is not shameful." It immediately changed its words, and the half-sentenced words were cut short.

Because Griffin realized there probably wouldn't be a "next time" in this matter.

"Is it fun to talk to yourself?" Nero asked half-urgingly and half-jokingly.

"Don't worry, dear." V replied with a chuckle, "I'll get it done soon..."

He staggered onto Urizen's body, stepped on the demon's chest pierced by starlight, and stared into the emerald green eyes.

"People say nightmares are the most terrifying thing in a person's heart." V took a breath and uttered a poetic sigh like a true poet: "I think this is why you don't want to listen to Griffin, because he is our nightmare."

"I have power..." Urizen still denied it, "...I am fearless."

"Then why don't you dare admit your failure?"

V calmly revealed Urizen's deepest scar: "You lost the fruit, lost the battle, and failed to achieve your goal. Have you won?

"You haven't even gotten the power you care about most."

"I can still do it!"

"Shh-"

V raised a finger, interrupting Urizen who was about to retort: ​​"Don't embarrass yourself in front of our daughter."

As he spoke, he half-knelt down and raised the sharp cane in his hand.

"You should remember what Dante said by now."

"True strength is..."

As Urizen muttered in confusion, V smiled. "Ah, that's right."

He raised his staff high, and the tip that had executed countless demons was pointed at his other half.

"You are weak, and I am weak too.

“But that’s exactly what we need to prove about each other.

"Come on, 'I'... We must become strong. But not to defeat someone, but to protect someone."

Finally, V stabbed the cane in his hand deeply into Urizen's chest.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining V's pale and emaciated body red.

His voice gradually became unclear through the blood fountain and mixed with another voice: "As a brother, as a father, as a Spartan—"

"We need real power!"

Nero's brows jumped and he drew out the Yama Sword again.

"And you and I are intertwined at the roots—"

The voice of V, who was reciting poems, finally disappeared in the chaos. From the depths of the blood fountain, a deep blue magic power surged up and turned into a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

"Game over."

Shuten-doji, who was rushing to the bottom of the Demon World Tree, suddenly stopped and looked at the game documents in his hand that turned into points of light and disappeared, frowning and whispering.

"Tsk." Izayoi Sakamaki also noticed this and casually tossed the parchment aside. He adjusted his headphones, which were not playing any audio, and holding the back of his head, he turned around and walked back the way he came. "I got tricked."

"What do you mean?" Leticia followed and asked quietly, "Will 'Dystopia' not be resurrected?"

"Look carefully at the bottom of the game files."

At Izayoi's reminder, Leticia's gaze fell on the bottom of the game document - the place where the game organizer signed and stamped. Her eyes widened: "Nameless?!"

This only represents one possibility, that is, the [Beast of Six Hundred and Sixty-Six] has been disbanded.

"That's right. They failed to create a new Demon King, and now they're probably trying to avoid the impending punishment this way."

Izayoi continued, "I've also vaguely guessed how they cracked the game. Those two probably obtained the status of 'True Beast' candidates through another game, and then successfully defeated Urizen and became the sole 'True Beast'. Damn, they've got a lot of tricks up their sleeves!"

As Izayoi said this, an excited smile appeared on his face. He didn't seem unhappy about having his victory taken away from him at all. Instead, he looked like a child who had found an interesting toy.

"Now that the Wind of Decadence has departed, it's time for me to return. But the realm gate seems to have been destroyed? This is really a bit troublesome."

Shuten-douji laughed heartily, and there was no trace of the self-consciousness he felt when he said he was "trapped here." After all, his base was the North District, and for Leticia and Izayoi, who were returning to the East District, losing the Realm Gate was a real problem.

As for Leticia, who discovered halfway through her journey that the ceiling of the small garden had been opened and fell into the PTSD unique to vampires and almost went berserk, that is another story.

Deep in the Demonic Tree, in a quiet space that was almost completely different from the outside world, a stern man with silver hair slicked back and wearing a blue-black windbreaker finally stepped out of the beam of light.

(End of this chapter)