[Mr. Heart City, LP 0]
Mr. Heart City's eyes rolled white, their light gone. His body, struck by the final blow, floated into the air as though it had no weight.
He had still lost.
This time, he had clearly chosen the right side. He had clearly chosen the victor's camp.
Yes, he had believed Don Thousand would win. Mere humans should have had no way to stand against such a powerful being. Just as he had believed that even if the world ended and humanity was wiped out, he would still survive—he would even live well, still grasping the reins of power in the New World's new order.
So why had it turned out like this?
For survival, for power, he had abandoned the family he was born into and even his own name, eventually rising to the pinnacle of Heartland City's authority.
And now, to survive an even greater crisis, to gain even more power, he had abandoned even his identity as a human, even his own race.
Even so, he had still failed to live to the end.
What he had least expected was that, at the end of his laughable life, his father's face would appear before his eyes in his final moments.
That father who had taught him to survive by any means necessary, only to be cast aside with the family in the end.
"Looks like we still chose wrong in the end, Father."
The next moment, the image of his father that had appeared like a dying flashback suddenly began to twist before his eyes.
That human face vanished, warping into a pitch-black, chaotic shape. A dark countenance, demonic eyes burning like ghostly fire; its body swelled madly as if it had no limit, instantly towering between heaven and earth and