1 Prologue

Alastor stood up under the moonlight, laughing to himself. His narrowed eyes glinted with a hint of annoyance. 

"I cannot believe this is my doing."

He had a hard time to believe that, because that was simply not his style of doing things. The blood splattering across the floor and the ceiling had shown something.

A burst of irrationality was ignited within the culprit, whoever they were. 

Alastor, however, was as cool as a cucumber while observing the situation from every side. It was as if this whole situation did not mean anything to him. 

The bloodied and torn body in the middle of the room was his father. It was almost midnight, and a maid would arrive soon to ask him if he needed anything. 

If anyone saw Alastor there, with blood dripping from his hands, they would immediately come to the conclusion of him being the killer. 

But he was not worried about that, in fact, he even thought it was a little bit amusing. 

"Then, who loves me enough to play this game with me?"

Was that an easy question to answer? It made him laugh even more, unable to stop repeating the word 'ridiculous' over and over again in his head. 

He was being put on the spot, someone surely planned this for him. Alastor was a genius who could even shake the Emperor's position, if he wanted to. 

Many feared him, loathed him, and held grudges against them. Alastor found that to be the most amusing turn of events whenever he realized his 'friends' were nothing but hypocrites who fear him. 

But that was not all too surprising for him. No one realized his real view of this world and his title as a 'genius'.

After giving the overall situation a look, Alastor simply did not feel like fighting here was worth it. 

If he escaped, he would be haunted down. If he did not, he would be arrested and dealt with. No matter how much evidence there was, Alastor would end up being the culprit. 

That was his fate as the Emperor's biggest fear. 

Soon enough, the door was knocked. 

"My Lord? May I enter?"

A smirk tugged on his lips as he laughed loudly upon hearing the maid's voice, he remembered now, it was that filthy wretch that set him up here. 

"Fine, if that was what fate wanted me to do. I, at least, will make sure to end it with style!"

That night, the Radian prestigious mansion was wiped out from the map, engulfed by the raging flames of a single person, who got dubbed as the Devil after that night. 

The mansion, the servants, and the family itself all got erased from this world. That was how Alastor decided to end his life. 

With style.

[Hello, Player Alastor!]

But unlike what he thought, Alastor's life did not end. Or well, his second life had just started.