Primordial Soul's Rebirth

Rohrg, who had regressed back in time, knew a lot about everyone, including the demon ancestor.

Azaroth was not a character that anyone could forget.

The first time he was seen was the moment a general of the Dragon Empire tried to kill Seraphyra.

Words slowly spread, and no one knew how, but he was already known as the strongest being alive on the planet, because no matter who it was, be it the black tortoise, the white tiger, or the golden dragon, none of them ever spoke against him.

Yet, for some reason, the demon ancestor never took part in wars.

All he did was protect the demon empire, and that too was only done when the empire was on the verge of collapse.

It was as if he was just making it possible for the demon empire to rise again.

But there was one thing that everyone in the world knew about Azaroth; he hated liars and traitors.

So, Rohrg hoped to get him on his side by using the mistake of the demon lord.

That was the reason why he had yet to release the news about the demon lord's deed.

Azaroth's words, however, were like cold water getting poured onto his head.

'No….'

He finally realized that the only advantage he had was now gone.

The fact that the demon lord went back on his words wasn't even true, so what was he going to use to save himself??

'Fuck!'

He regretted not using the chance he was given.

If he had just let the news about the assassination spread, then the demon lord would've been busy with that for a while.

But, what could he do now?

He racked his brain to think of something that could help him out in this situation, but he couldn't find anything.

But just then...

"Well, that's all I had to say; now you can die."

He heard Azaroth's voice again, but this time, it was as cold as it could be.

However, he didn't get any time to think about it or do anything about it.

*Swoosh*

He heard the sound of the air being slashed, and the next second, his vision darkened.

He didn't even know what had happened or how he was killed.

'This is so unfair…'

This was the last thought in his mind before his soul drifted toward hell or heaven, wherever he was supposed to go.

The protagonist, someone who is known to have an unfair existence, finally meets his match.

An existence that is way more broken than any protagonist ever could.

But the problem is that both of them weren't actually friends; they were enemies here.

So, Rohrg, the protagonist, died.

"One down, some more to go."

Azaroth, on the other hand, just waved his hand and started walking forward. Read new chapters at empire

The white space started to crack, and the surroundings became clear.

It was a large room with a king-size bed and some other types of furniture.

The room looked lavish as if it belonged to someone rich, and it actually was; after all, it was the room of the prince of this kingdom.

It was the room of Rohrg Ashenfang, the grandson of Grum Infurnis, the retired king, or the old king, as they call him.

The room, however, now had the corpse of the same prince lying on the floor.

*Knock**Knock*

"Are you still awake, Rohrg?"

But before Azaroth could take a step ahead, a knock was heard from the door of the room.

"Oh?"

Azaroth, who heard that, couldn't help but let out a surprised voice.

'Didn't the assassin last time fail because of Grum Infurnus's coincidental arrival?'

He tilted his head with a frown.

But then his eyes went a bit wide in realization.

'Are they really so much in love with each other?'

Azaroth's eyes went toward Rohrg's ass, and his nose scrunched up in disgust.

The coincidental meeting might actually not be a coincidence but a well-crafted plan for their meeting when everyone was asleep.

For what?

Well, anyone with a brain could guess that.

"Hm? Is there someone else with you?"

Grum, on the other hand, grew confused the moment he heard a voice other than Rohrg's coming from the inside of the room.

Ruhrg was supposed to be sleeping at this moment, so how was there someone else in his room?

But as if realizing something, his eyes widened.

The last night's incident played in his mind again—the attack of the assassin on Rohrg—it all replayed in his mind.

"I will enter with the count of three, Rohrg."

But he didn't just break into the room; he called out loud for Rohrg to get ready.

No matter what, he couldn't just barge into the room of an adult male.

What if Rohrg had sneaked a woman in and was having his time with her?

There were many things an adult male could do alone, and Grum, as his grandfather, didn't want to walk in only to see one of those things.

Azaroth, who was inside the room, now had a pondering look before he just shrugged and walked toward the king-sized bed and sat on it, waiting for Grum to come in.

"3…"

He had to kill Grum anyway, so he would just take his time enjoying it; it had been a while since he had done things like this, after all.

"2…"

Grum, unaware of all this, just continued the countdown.

"And 1."

With that final call, he broke the door.

*Boom*

The door was blasted off with a boom, and Grum hurriedly scanned the room for anything odd.

But his eyes widened the moment he saw his grandson's headless body lying on the ground.

He didn't even notice the presence of Azaroth, his eyes were filled with horror as he rushed toward Rohrg's headless corpse.

"ROHRG!!"

He screamed in panic, unsure if he was seeing things right.

His mind went into overdrive, and he almost went crazy.

'Did his grandson die??'

'Just like that?'

'Without any noise, without anyone noticing anything strange?'

"Ah, I don't have time for this.

You should just die as well."

But a bored voice was heard, sending chills down his spine.

"Who-"

He turned toward the source of the voice, wanting to see who it was, but his words were cut short even before he could look at the person.

*Swoosh*

Just like before, another wooshing sound was heard, and just like Rohrg, Grum felt a tingle on his neck before he found his vision darkening.

Just like that, a legendary ranker of the demon empire got killed.

Azaroth, who didn't want to see the drama of Grum crying over his grandson's dead body, just ended the guy's life.

"Well, he has already screamed his throat out, so more of them would be coming."

The demon ancestor then let his body relax on the soft bed, waiting for the other members of the family to arrive.

His task was to kill every last one of them, after all.

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