Chapter 1

A barren wasteland. That was all I could see for miles and beyond. All of this was my doing.

Was it because of boredom? Was it because I was lonely? I didn't know anymore. The village I had destroyed was my thousandth one since I had started this sick hobby of mine.

As the buildings I towered over burned itself like incense, as if to mourn over it's villagers, I heard the faint sound of a baby whining.

Of all things to actually survive my rampage. Really?

As I carefully(?) flicked a piece of what seemed to be a roof away from where the sound was coming from... I realized I had made was a mistake.

Now that the roof, that previously muffled the whines, was gone... The volume of the whining increased drastically. I think my ears are bleeding.

I glared at the tiny, yet overly loud being laying in the middle of burning debris.

Seriously, how did this speck of dust even survive? It was like the heavens had cursed it to be alone. No, actually it was my fault that it was now alone.

I couldn't decide whether to kill it or not. If I leave it somewhere for humans to find... I can't guarantee it won't get eaten by wild animals first. Because I have no plans on lurking for hours just waiting for a human to get this kid. And if it's fate was dying today, the kid should have died from the rampage.

As the baby kept whining, tears pouring out of its eyes, I suddenly saw myself.

... Right. My clan was also sweeped off from existence back then. And I was the only who survived, all because everyone else had decided to protect me at all costs.

I gritted my teeth as I morphed into a human form. Why am I even doing something so bothersome...

I picked up the child with one hand and stared at it. It looked more bothersome than morphing.

And yet... I pitied it.

"Oi child. I'll take care of you from now on. So you better quiet down or I'm burning you to ashes." I said as I put the baby over my shoulder.

Little did I know that I had voluntarily thrown myself into hell the moment I decided on raising this child.