Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 401 EP: Ouroboros
"Ready to go?"

"Ah."

Virgil's Nephilim power was completely wiped out by Nero, and there was no longer any existence in this world that could pose a threat to the world.

Nero is ready to hand over the rest of her life to Dante. She believes that Dante can protect the world and prevent it from falling into chaos without dominating it.

"So, goodbye."

Hearing Dante say something like "Remember to call me when you find those Mendes", Nero smiled bitterly and nodded.

She took a deep breath, drew her sword, and slashed forward.

Fortunately, she had not become unfamiliar with the sword during this period of time, and the blade she chopped down successfully cut through the wall of the world, opening a path for her.

But is the other side the world she once lived in? This seems to be a question mark. But as long as she tries a few more times, she will eventually find the way.

Actually, leaving through the Demon Realm was a good option. After all, the countless parallel Demon Realms seemed to be merging and could potentially connect to one another. And Nero would have to go to the Demon Realm sooner or later; her Uncle Dante was still there and hadn't returned.

The problem was, this seemed a bit too dangerous. A fused demonic world, a fused Mondes. Even if most of these Mondes were half-dead, remnant souls, they were still a terrifying force to be reckoned with. If it weren't for this... Dante wouldn't have been left there.

Oh, and that old man...

He's probably in the Demon Realm right now. Although that old man is from a time point "four or five years" after Dante's disappearance, the time in the small garden is different from the outside world, allowing some situations that would cause time paradoxes in the outside world to occur inside the small garden.

Thinking of this, Nero stepped into the crack and left this world.

Behind Nero who was leaving, Dante looked at Virgil who had lost all his strength and was lying unconscious on the ground beside him, as well as the big hole caused by the fight between Virgil and Nero - it couldn't really be called a fight, after all, it was only Virgil who was beaten unilaterally - and let out a long sigh.

How can he fill this terrifying hole that can be called the Abyss of Naraku and seal the door to the demon world inside forever?
Dante was a little annoyed.

On the other side of the Demon Realm Gate, because the Demon Realm Gate was closed again, the stopped gate gradually solidified and turned into a dark, lifeless spiral cloud, sleeping in the sky of the Demon Realm.

After an unknown amount of time, a dying human wrapped in black cloth and covered in wounds approached the bottom of the dark vortex that had stopped spinning.

There he found a small, reflective fragment of metal.

Like a traveler seeing a spring in the desert, he instantly quickened his pace, staggering and stumbling closer.

Two lizard-like demons appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the weak prey.

“…Get lost.”

A muffled voice rang out from beneath the black robe. But this weak threat alone wasn't enough to frighten the demons, and the two lizard demons continued to approach.

The man moved first. His hand, a shadowy afterimage, swung across, leaving behind two streaks of dim light. It was hard to imagine someone so broken and battered could still unleash such immense power. Two metal fragments, infused with magic, slashed through the air and sank precisely into the throats of the two demons.

Conversely, the man who had completed the attack felt even weaker. He took several breaths before slowly recovering. With even more sluggish steps, he walked towards the two demon corpses. With great effort, he bent down, dug his fingers into the demon's flesh, dug out the two iron pieces, and held them in his palm.

"Just two more pieces..." the man muttered, standing up. However, his legs gave out after squatting. He fell forward, landing in the dust, no longer able to get up.

But even in such a miserable state, he still used his hands and feet, rolling and crawling little by little, approaching the gleaming metal fragment not far away.

Finally, he reached out and grabbed it.

“…Hehe, hehe, hahahahaha…”

That's it. This is the last fragment the man could find. It was what he had lost in that battle that year...

Yama Sword.

The man—Virgil—pulled the fragments he had gathered one by one from his trembling hands and arranged them in a row on the dark gravel. He could see that the fragments had already formed the shape of a complete long sword, though a small piece was still missing.

But enough was enough. The missing piece was no big deal to him. This was his father's sword, stained with his blood. Even if it was missing a little, as long as he could repair it, it wouldn't be a problem.

Suddenly, he stopped laughing, propped himself up nervously and looked behind him.

There was no one, no demon either. Luckily, "that thing" hadn't noticed yet. It was still asleep, and hadn't noticed Virgil yet. Virgil breathed a sigh of relief, slicing his finger with the blade and forcing a drop of blood from his withered body, dripping it onto the shattered Yama Blade.

It was good that he hadn't discovered it. No, it was too good. Because Virgil didn't want to die. He had to live. Only by living could he see Dante again and defeat his nemesis.

Vergil didn't know how the Demon Emperor, already defeated by Dante, had resurrected, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that he was alive, and he would gain power. He had found the sealed Demon Realm Tree, and if he consumed its fruit, he would be able to rival the awakened Mondes—no, surpass him!
And everything started with this Yama Sword.

Virgil didn't care whether the life-saving straw he grasped was wishful thinking or not. For him, this was the only chance of survival.

The Yama Blades, having absorbed the blood, combined in the light, completing their restoration. Vergil grasped the revived demonic sword, hesitated for a moment, and then pointed it at himself.

He wants to live.

This body has reached its end. If you want to survive, you must abandon it.

Dante, his mother, the burning manor...all kinds of images passed by Virgil's lifeless eyes, making his hands tremble slightly.

Should he go and say goodbye to his mother first? This thought flashed through his mind. Because he also had to give up his human heart.

It is because there is still love in his heart, because he cannot let go of his family affection, that he cannot become pure, cannot gain power, and cannot defeat Dante and Mendes.

Then, discard it.

As long as I can survive, as long as I can become strong, as long as I never lose to anyone again.

He would give up anything for it.

So, Virgil plunged the blade into his own chest.

(End of this chapter)