Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 385 Mission: 14-1 The Crossroads of Fate

"What's going on? An earthquake?"

The ground was shaking, the roads were cracking, and the residents of Lingbo City were almost in chaos.

But fortunately, it was over soon.

Virgil walked among the crowd with his head lowered, sensing the unusual movements coming from the Limbo, his brows locked and his eyes flickering.

Just now, a blue-white comet shot up from the Lingliu Prison and collided with the magic power erupting from the Silver Bag Tower, preventing the attack that was about to happen and could have destroyed the city.

Virgil could tell at a glance that it was not Dante.

But if that's the case, who would have the ability to confront the Demon Emperor head-on?
Virgil couldn't imagine the answer to this question. So, he went looking for it.

In the Devil's Tease nightclub, countless people fell into comas due to Lilith's death. Dante, returning from Limbo, rushed out the door and looked towards the Silver Bag Tower, but he couldn't find the figure that had soared into the sky.

On the contrary, the first person he waited for was the mysterious Virgil wearing a cloak.

“…Dante.”

Facing Dante, who looked unhappy, Virgil took the initiative to try to break the ice: "I noticed that Mondes was very angry. What did you do?"

"Nothing, just killed his unborn baby."

Virgil's eyes naturally widened upon hearing this answer: "Wait, Mondes has a child? How did you know?"

Dante replied without emotion, "Phineas said so. Does it matter?"

"So it was him... No wonder, no wonder." Virgil nodded, looked at Dante, and extended his hand: "Brother, you've done better than I expected. Now let's prepare to execute the final step of the plan..."

"Virgil."

Dante stopped him, closed his eyes, and sighed deeply, full of helplessness. He said, "If you really still want to become the king of the world, then I can only refuse."

"Why?" Virgil asked subconsciously, but he immediately put on the same helpless smile and replied: "How about this, let's discuss this issue after defeating Mondes? After all, this is just a matter between us two brothers. I can consider-"

"Don't lie to me, bro."

Dante interrupted again, demanding coldly, "You've already fooled me once. There's no third time."

His tone was very stern, almost making it clear, "If you lie to me again, I'll find out and we'll have no more brotherhood."

If such words were lies, they would eventually be exposed. As long as Virgil still remembered his brotherly love, he knew how to respond.

Then Virgil fell silent.

"……Why?"

After a long silence, he spoke again: "Dante, what exactly do you want? You should know that to defeat Mondes we must join forces!"

Is that so? No, not quite.

But Virgil didn't know Nero had completely taken over the Nephilim's power, and Dante didn't want to tell him. He simply asked, "What about you? What do you gain by ruling the world?"

"Humanity needs to be led—and only we, the Nephilim, can lead them in the right direction!"

"That's not right, Virgil. If you really think you're superior, why do you care about the lives of lesser creatures?"

Virgil himself may not have realized this paradox, but Dante pointed it out: "Just as you treat the members of your society." Virgil, who grew up in human society, learned to lie, and he almost even deceived himself.

"This--!" Virgil was speechless for a moment.

"So you just want to satisfy your own desire for dominance." Dante looked away disappointedly: "No different from Mendes."

"What's wrong with that?"

Virgil raised his voice, desperate, "We are Nephilim! We are born to rule over mankind!"

Dante shook his head. "You're the only one who thinks that. I'm just a human being. I don't need a ruler standing over me."

“…Heh.” Upon hearing Dante’s answer, Virgil sneered from the depths of his throat. He knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to convince Dante. “Human. So you just called me a hypocrite, and now you’re waving this flag? Those people—he, she, him!”

Virgil stretched out his hand, pointing to various corners of the city. "Do they know you are human?"

Instantly, his eyes widened with uncontrollable anger, and he roared, "No! They will only think you are an alien! Because you are different from them! Because you have power!
"Only we, only you and I are the same!"

With such sadness and anger, Virgil stabbed the ground with his long knife, shattering the bricks on the ground: "Why do you stand on their side?!"

Thunder roared in the dark night sky.

A moment later, heavy rain poured down. Virgil's meticulously combed hair spread out in the rain, covering his eyes in a messy manner.

"...What do they think of me? What does it have to do with me?"

Staring at the grief-stricken Virgil, Dante slowly exhaled, his expression returning to calm: "Look here."

He manifested "rebellion" in his hand, threw away his coat, and with his backhand, he cut a huge wound on his left chest. Blood and rain dripped down: "Isn't this heart exactly the same as a human's?"

In his chest, the flesh and blood squirmed and quickly closed together.

“…same?” Virgil’s expression first turned to astonishment, then confusion, and finally to fear: “You’re crazy.”

"I'm not crazy."

"No, you're crazy." Virgil lowered his head and laughed in his confusion: "You're really crazy."

Dante touched his heart and replied softly, "I am sane, Virgil. It is you who are mad. You have almost lost track of who you are."

"Who am I? I am Nephilim, your brother."

Virgil laughed sadly. He stepped back, shaking his head—shaking his head repeatedly as if trying to forget everything. "You are wrong, Dante. You are not human—you will never be human."

He looked up at the dark sky, at the endless rain, and asked, "Who made you like this? Was it the devil? Was it this world? Was it the fate that separated us?"

"Perhaps, Virgil. But this is what I wanted to ask you," Dante asked. "What brought you to this state?"

“A man’s character is his destiny.”

A new voice interrupted the conversation. Amidst the patter of rain, crisp footsteps approached from behind Virgil and then stood there.

Virgil turned around and saw the girl with silver hair.

She whispered in a sighing voice, "Even if your experiences were swapped... in the end, the result would still be the same."

(End of this chapter)