Captain – Chapter 622 – Born Devil
Captain – Chapter 622 – Born Devil
“You know what, old man.”
After dropping that declaration, Roy turned her gaze to the Siamese cat by her side, saying with a smile: “It once told me that to catch up with you, I’d need at least ten years.”
“Ten years from now, I might be able to come to this island alone without worrying about being swatted to death like a bug.”
“So honestly, even though I knew some… ‘inside information’ before coming here, from the moment I set foot on the island until sitting in this position, I couldn’t help feeling nervous.”
Looking up again at the silent Great Captain, the girl added with a smile: “Because in my mind at that time, at least for the next ten years, the gap between us would be an unfathomably deep, insurmountable chasm.”
“Therefore, even with my ‘babysitter’ along, I wouldn’t feel very confident.”
“But.”
After saying this word, the girl’s voice suddenly paused, like a sudden drumbeat echoing like thunder, ready to dispel the air thick as a swamp in the room.
To dispel the omnipresent great power that made breathing difficult.
In the dim wooden house, a spark flickered, then blazed into molten lava. Facing that mountain’s shadow, the devil’s eyes suddenly lit up with brilliance.
Thus the fierce wind and rain pouring into the room, the thunder and lightning born from the night curtain, all slowed down, became gentle, and this was not a clash of two wills.
To be precise, Roy didn’t invoke any great power at all, but simply let this world…
Feel her presence once again.
And so that loving protection fell upon her again, like a mother protecting her youngest child.
“Later, after being ‘oppressed’ by you so invisibly, I discovered it wasn’t quite like that, because whether divine grace or great power, as long as they don’t transcend this world, they all have limits, though not in a straight line…”
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“But there wouldn’t be too much difference either.”
Ignoring the cat’s protests that it wasn’t a ‘babysitter’, the girl waggled a finger, saying quite improperly: “The difference lies only in the person who receives them.”
“In whom this world loves more.”
Speaking thus, the girl furrowed her brow, as if considering whether to call this concept “talent” or “privilege,” but soon her attention was drawn to more important matters.
She continued speaking to herself: “Gods are closest to it, its earliest companions and fellow travelers, so when They descend, they naturally receive the best.”
“Those specters from the old calendar are similar, except they are the dark side accidentally born from the rules, but even so the world still loves them.”
“The disasters those monsters cause after death are, in a sense, also a kind of protection.”
“Or rather, the world’s sorrow and anger.”
Clapping her hands lightly to indicate the topic was changing direction, Roy looked at the figure on the throne, saying with utmost seriousness: “And this theory applies to humans as well.”
“Whether it’s Edward, you, or my dead father, you all emerged from among mortals to near-godhood for various… inexplicable reasons.”
“But the problem is, fate’s favor, bloodline curses, even divine gifts, all came later, like the first pope crowned in the holy scriptures.”
“The power you possess, the celestial steps you’ve walked, were ultimately paved by others.”
“But I’m different.”
Feeling the wooden house, which had seemed unbearably “cramped” to her, gradually expanding, gently opened up by the world mother, the girl breathed a satisfied sigh and smiled contentedly: “I should count as the world’s first…”
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“And only natural-born devil.”
“Or perhaps, the first ‘newborn’ to appear in the world again after thousands of years?”
Spreading her hands, Roy sighed as if tired: “There are countless ways to put it, old man, you understand. Of course, I think you probably knew earlier than I did.”
“You knew when you saw me a few years ago, even during that negotiation eighteen years ago.”
“Otherwise, there wouldn’t be tonight’s meeting, would there?”
After waiting a moment and getting no response as “usual,” Roy pouted and continued her rambling narrative: “I only recently discovered the difference between these things.”
“Because aside from the beating I took before fate—the schemes of that damned ancestor of mine—forget about what happened after awakening, no one even showed me the path.”
“It wasn’t until just now, feeling the authority you hold, that I realized something was wrong.”
“That I remembered what that devil once told me.”
Propping her elbow on the table, Roy supported her chin with her fist, her eyes flickering with reminiscence, her voice somewhat distant: “He said I was his most perfect child, a true divine offspring, with great power innate within me.”
“It wasn’t granted by anyone’s favor, and what he did was merely awaken them for me.”
“And the reason for this was because he spent thousands of years, through bloodline and inheritance, generation by generation transforming his descendants’ bodies and even souls, and I was…”
“That endpoint.”
“Old man, do you think in a certain sense, I can no longer be considered human?”
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The girl’s voice stopped there, unwilling to continue, as if determined to make that man speak.
And so the man who had remained silent since she began speaking, showing no reaction to her views or increasingly disrespectful manner of address, finally replied with a faint voice.
It was the first time he had responded with emotion, with subjective refutation.
“That’s complete nonsense.”
Hearing this, Roy’s eyebrows rose slightly, quite displeased, feeling her reasoning couldn’t possibly be wrong.
But the next moment, her light brows fell back down.
Because that man immediately added another sentence, clarifying the target of his refutation: “You got some advantages through so-called transformation and inheritance, and now you’re not human?”
After this, he said coldly: “Know your place.”
Those weren’t exactly small advantages.
After listening, Roy thought silently, but didn’t say much more.
Because she knew that in the eyes of these great beings whose vision had transcended the mundane, your perception of yourself and your position in the world was sometimes more important than internal human conflicts.
If she couldn’t see clearly and persist in this point, she might very well become a second Edward.
No, even more terrifying than him.
“I know what you’re trying to say, nothing more than some rhetoric about being different from us, wanting to use this to tell me you’re naturally the best vessel for great power, and taking pride in this?”
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Having calmed his emotions, and as if he had never been angry, that man’s tone remained coldly indifferent: “Wanting to say you’ll go faster and farther on that path, but so what?”
“I’d like to ask you, if I don’t accept, what can you do with your current power?”
“Cry and run away, or play some sympathy cards?”
Hearing this, the girl who had appeared nonchalant finally lost the mood to keep pretending aloof, lowered her hands and slowly sat up straight, then stood up with a cold face, supporting herself on the table.
“What can I do?”
She ran one hand along the table’s edge while circling around it, walking slowly toward that throne. During this time, the glass shards and remaining wine on the table all turned to dust and vapor, disappearing, and the wooden chair blocking her path also moved aside on its own.
Leaving only a cat in its original place, eyes full of bewilderment, looking at her like she was an idiot.
Thinking: Are you insane? Stop right now.
Roy certainly wasn’t insane, but she didn’t stop what seemed like utterly mad behavior, continuing to walk toward that shadow while coldly painting a picture with her words.
Painting the boundless sea of fire that might engulf the world.
“I can’t beat you, no matter how fast I progress, I shouldn’t dream of it within three years, but the problem is, old man, besides you, who else in this world can stop me?”
“Who has the ability to keep me from going mad?”
Translator Note
Ahhhhhhhh! step on me Captain Roy!!!!