Transcending Realms With My Leveling System As A Demon-Chapter 115: The Cause of Removal

Times were changing, and Zylus now had to adjust to this newly perceived self. He wasn’t the ’wannabe good guy’ as everyone recognized him as, no, not at all. People across the Demon Realm now saw him as an evil hypocrite, which, in their eyes, he was, wholeheartedly.

His heart’s painful pounding got worse; it felt as though he was being blocked by simply trying to utter something meaningful.

Click! Frey unlocked the door from the inside, pushing it out wide.

She began walking out, but then left Zylus with one more message.

"No worries, Zylus," Frey announced before coming to a halt, "But thank you for showing me who you truly are. I thought you were someone we could rely on, someone good. It turns out you’re just like the rest of them: earn strength, then do whatever it is in your power to belittle others. You will never be a good guy."

Bam!

She closed the door behind her. Frey’s final words lingered in Zylus’s heart uneasily, yet he didn’t care. Not once did he stop to think or to say, ’I’m sorry,’ that just wasn’t the case for Zylus anymore, because he couldn’t.

This was the unfortunate cause of pursuing such strength and vengeance, the meaning behind all the things he has done, everything, all of it, felt as though it was leaving his grasp.

He finally regained his sense of reasoning and slammed the door wide, looking in all directions for Frey.

A man walked up with a kid, "Jeez, bro, you guys were fucking for some time, I need to change my daughter’s diaper."

Zylus’s expression shook as he looked back towards the father.

"O-oh," He stuttered while smiling, "Happens, you know?"

"I get that," The father replied kindly while moving into the washroom door, "But please do it elsewhere, there are kids here."

Zylus looked at him, as thoughts just began forcing themselves into his sense of reasoning, rethinking what he was about to say, he let it go.

"I don’t care."

The father’s smile instantly changed after hearing what Zylus said, but then he paused, attempting to rethink whether what Zylus had said was real.

The adult laughed it off, taking his glasses off, "Funny guy, aren’t you?!" He yelled, gently smiling.

"I don’t care." Zylus repeated it, "I don’t care about your kid." his gaze twitched, "You heard?"

The father let go of his daughter’s palm. He clenched his fists after dropping the pair of nice, refurbished glasses he had on, onto the floor, creating a natural clicking noise.

The father captured Zylus by Zylus’s collar, slamming him into the family’s washroom entrance door right after.

"You crazy?!" He yelled, but they were too deep into the marketplace that no Demons were around to join in on the commotion, "Fuck you mean you don’t care?! Do you not feel guilty or something?!"

Zylus looked down at him, pitifully. The father was shorter, smaller, wearing a neatly put together tracksuit, with barely any hair, nearly balding, and the typical brown eyes very commonly traited around the Demon Realm.

"You looking down on me bitch?!" He screamed again, his little daughter stepped away as Zylus didn’t move, "Say sorry!"

"No," Zylus whispered, not truly caring about a thing the father was doing, because at this point, he was something else, something these Demons hadn’t seen before.

He had no pain, no fear, no guilt, yet he continued. Well, Zylus is still able to feel pain, but, in truth, these pesky weaklings wouldn’t dare move him. One punch from Zylus can create an entire case of moral dilemma, which Zylus wouldn’t bear any longer.

After all he has done for this realm, all the effort he has put into making himself and the ones around him better, it all just felt slowly washing away from his grasp. Zylus just felt unmoving, unwanted, and unavailable.

Bam!

The father slapped Zylus across the face, but it didn’t move him, not even a little.

[HP: 100/100]

Zylus then gave the father this one death gaze, which shook him off. The adult stepped back slowly, shaking at Zylus, as he simply walked towards him without a scratch on his face.

"I-I’ll l-l-leave." The father stuttered, embarrassingly so in front of his daughter.

Zylus didn’t even do anything or try anything at all. Though the adult who had a child he needed to protect stepped away in fear.

Zylus struck through his gaze, "Hasn’t the world had enough of me?" He asked, calmly, "My suffering, the consequences I bring, I don’t care about it at all."

Zylus leaned into the father’s eyes, he shook, "I don’t care about the bad things I do, I don’t care about the suffering that happens to anybody else. If no one is going to be with me, then why should I?"

"I-I d-don’t k-know." The father stuttered cutely, as if he were some young girl getting pressed by a perverted old man.

"So," Zylus averted his gaze, glaring at the daughter instead now, "What’s stopping me from killing you right now-?"

Drop. Drop. Drop.

As Zylus was about to finish his sentence, before truly attacking the adult, something touched his heart, for once.

It was the daughter, her tears, she snobbed. It looked as if her face was flushed, and both sides continued to smoothly wash away from her cheeks. It wasn’t a cry for help, it was a cry for change.

Zylus backed away from the father, looking at him once more. He tapped on his shoulders, gently smiling.

"That’s my cue to leave, take care of yourself," he then patted onto the daughter’s head, his gaze closed in on the daughter’s sniffling act, "And her, too."

Zylus understood family more than anyone; he comprehended what it means to protect one’s child. The father was simply trying to act strong and brave in front of her daughter, but Zylus, in no means, was sorry or felt pain; it just didn’t apply to him.

What did apply was one of the two emotions that remained in him, love. And Zylus loved watching a family’s bond more than anything, which was something he didn’t want to ruin.

A man who has lost both guilt and pain now suffered by having love and anger.