PROLOGUE

He has forgotten the day when everything began. The great war that overthrew the entirety of humanity. He wonders what impact it will have on the upcoming new period of civilization. 

He approaches the stone figure on the altar, holding the dagger in his right hand. The temples shook with each step he took, as did the intensity of his feelings of wrath. As though a curse has sprung upon him, hate, fear, discontent, and hopelessness take hold of him. 

The fact that everything and everyone that he holds dear is being taken from him just because of the god's whims makes his heart complete.

Fun. Gods were fickle beings that found enjoyment in human stories, whether they were sad, fearful, or happy. Even saying them seems ridiculous and insane. The fact that God loves human trials because of their amusement. 

Walking step by step within the debris and fallen pillars, he gripped his dagger tightly. A young boy is chained to the altar. Gods? Warrior? Demon king? Who knows, but at this moment, he is just Allen Raphelis, a teacher, and the kid is his student.

Running towards the stone golem protecting the altar, he swung the dagger towards the golem. Allen stood firmly as he stared at the stone golem. 

He raised his dagger and blocked a few attacks from the golem. His breath was slow and steady as he observed the opponent's movement. One of the golems swung the spears towards him as he jumped and reached for the crystal core embedded in the golem's chest.

Yet the fast reflex of the golem managed to block his attack. Allen moves once again as another golem points an arrow at him and jumps on the wall. 

He took a deep breath and watched everything again. A three-meter-tall golem. Each consists of a different weapon mastery. A sword, a lance, an archer, a tank, and a magician but it seems the magician and tank were focusing on protecting the sacrifice, knowing his capabilities as a divine user.

He came face-to-face with the sword golem and clashed against each other while dodging another attack. 

Finally, he saw a small opening, climbed up the golem's shoulder, and plunged his dagger into its core. Shattering the core once and forever. Allen hurriedly dodged the fireball that came from the direction of 3 o'clock.

The next attack comes in the form of an arrow that blocks his path forward. He gripped his dagger tighter and looked at his status window. 

[Status Error] 

[No Skill Available] 

It was God who gave him hope. Now it's them who will steal everything from him. Allen knows too much about it. His village, his family, and his mother. He became a demon king because of God and brought calamity to the world. 

When he opens his eyes and sees everything he held has gone and he is forced to act and do something he loathes, he has no choice but to adhere to such a nonsense situation. Allen is just thinking about one thing now. 

He is not Liam Alistair Diarca, not the first demon king, not the strongest human, just a teacher. A teacher who was desperate enough to abandon everything to save the child—the student he cherished Looking at the magician golem, he raised his dagger to his chest. He never thought at this moment that he would call that person by name. 

Hearing a ringing bell, he gritted his teeth, swallowing his dignity and title. "The Angel of War, Durkheim, bless me with your wisdom and strength to eradicate my enemy.". 

A small laugh can be heard filling the entire area. Looking at the falling feathers, he scowled and concentrated the mana on his legs, dashing and breaking the magician's barrier. He coated his dagger with the white aura and took down both the tank and the magician golem. 

Looking at the child in front of him, he walks and puts him in his arms. The violet iris clashes with the pair of his golden eyes. 

"Professor?" 

"Troublesome brat" Once again, he is thinking, has he possibly spoiled those children so much? That's why they are this weak. For the Hero Candidate of the Holy Sword. 

"I know it... for a bastard like me... yet why? Why?" 

"You haven't submitted the assignment. I need to enter the final mark." 

"Assignment? Really? Ha ha…" Looking at his professor, Lionel laughs sadly. His shirt was tattered, his lips were charred, and his body was stained with dirt. 'It's a lie.' 

He knows that much. He knows. He is a failure of the clan and can't do anything. Everyone abandons him—his parents, his siblings, and his clans. Yet, this person keeps protecting him. It's unfair. He, too, wants to protect him. 

Sitting near the bonfire, he watched Allen slowly drift into his sleep. He blinks a few times and realizes that the blue hologram in front of him remains unchanged. 

[Data synchronization is acceptable]. 

[Regressor system awakening Lionel Ashford] 

[Regression turn: 275th] 

[Quest: Protect Louis Artesia] 

[Will you accept the memories?]