As a Second Reincarnation Bonus, I Kept Rerolling and Ended Up Reincarnating as the Character Who Should’ve Had the Easiest Life... or So I Thought - Episode 10: God, Songstress, and Monster

Episode 10: God, Songstress, and Monster

He looked human, yet was not.

The man standing proudly atop the castle rooftop was an inhuman being known as a *demonkin*.

While demonkin appeared humanoid, their power and physique were far beyond human comparison.

Their magical prowess vastly surpassed that of most humans. And they were cunning to an extreme degree.

He declared himself king of the demonkin—in other words, the Demon King—and used the army he had amassed to spread destruction across the world.

At this rate, if he kept conquering and pillaging without rest, it would only be a matter of time before he became ruler of the world.

But he had no intention of stopping at being a king. What he sought was to become a god.

He was not satisfied with his position. The power, beauty, and achievements he held as the son of a famous Demon Duke—none of them were earned by his own hands.

How could he possibly accept having inherited everything through bloodline alone?

The man was determined to reach a height no one else could obtain.

And after long years of obsession, he reached one conclusion—to become a god.

Humans can never become gods. Not only humans, but many races shared that truth.

To be a god is to possess an inborn and supreme privilege—wishing to become one is itself the height of arrogance.

But such logic meant nothing to a man whose ego knew no bounds.

He had spent decades searching.

And now—he had finally found it.

A way to become the ‘God of Destruction’—a title that suited him perfectly.

At the center of the rooftop, an ominous magic circle had been drawn.

His robed subordinates gathered around it. They placed torches at the four corners.

In the middle of the circle stood a tall, black pillar.

Chained to it was a young girl.

Her golden hair blew in the wind. Her eyes looked as if they were already dead.

“This is the girl, yes? Princess Monica… the one said to possess the miracle song?”

“Yes. There is no mistake.”

A winged, monkey-like demon knelt before the king and answered firmly.

“Good. Well done. I shall grant you a most exquisite reward. At long last, the time has come.”

The Demon King could barely contain his laughter.

He had invaded a certain country. And while the war had stalled, through various efforts they had finally succeeded in abducting the princess.

But he had desired Princess Monica not for her beauty.

Nor for her famed singing voice.

To become a god, he needed the soul of a noble maiden untouched by corruption.

“Begin.”

At the king’s command, the demonkin in black robes began preparing the area around Monica.

Animal corpses, strange books, vegetables, human bones, feces—she was surrounded by every conceivable object.

Once the preparations were complete, one of the demonkin opened a book and began to chant.

It was the Book of Ruin, a forbidden text.

Its grotesque incantations were remnants of a long-lost, wicked civilization.

The girl bowed her head at the horrid words. Her expression was twisted in pain.

“Oh? So you’re finally waking up? Noble maiden, pure soul—you shall become the source of my power…”

The king was mid-speech when he noticed something.

He stopped his smug monologue, went still, and quickly approached the girl. Grabbing her chin, he forcibly raised her face.

Rage began to swell in the Demon King’s eyes. He closed them slowly, as if restraining himself.

“You there. You *did* bring Monica, didn’t you?”

“Eh? Y-yes! This is Princess Monica!”

The monkey demon panicked. He was terrified that some misunderstanding had occurred.

“This is *not* Monica.”

“Th-that’s impossible! She—”

“Fools! You brought me a shadow!”

Trembling with fury, the king seized the girl’s golden hair and yanked it off—

It was a flawless wig. Beneath it, beautiful purple hair was revealed.

He then tore off her earrings. Her ears, now exposed, were long and pointed—*non-human*.

She was a half-elf.

The monkey and over a hundred high-ranking monsters present for the ritual were stunned.

And they began trembling in fear at the failure.

Even as the man gripped her, the girl—who had been Monica’s stand-in—showed no sign of panic.

She had already sunk into despair. Her heart was numb.

“And how do you all plan to answer for this failure? The shame you’ve caused me is unforgivable. With such a girl, I cannot realize my ambition.”

At that moment, one robed demon—who had not been chanting—stepped forward hesitantly.

“Forgive my intrusion, Demon King-sama. But… she may indeed be qualified.”

“What?”

“Please, take a closer look. At that girl—and at the very air around the ritual.”

The king gazed again at the girl who had posed as Monica.

She was undeniably beautiful, even rivaling Monica.

But what of her intellect? Her noble bl00d? Wasn’t her soul tainted with desire?

Unless all the conditions were met, the God of Destruction would never manifest.

But the answer lay in the ritual—which had not stopped.

“It’s stirring… the air is stirring…”

The king released the girl and looked around cautiously.

Indeed—a black, distorted wind was swirling around her.

Ominous flames flickered into existence around the circle, then vanished again.

The night sky swelled. And streaks of red lightning echoed from above.

It all matched the records—those grim accounts of what happened to those who tried to summon the God of Destruction.

“I see now. It’s clear… You were a more fitting fake than the real thing.”

The king suddenly burst into laughter.

What he had thought a humiliating failure now seemed destined for greater success.

He couldn’t help but scorn the fools of that country. *They* had blundered, not him.

He felt genuine pleasure in mocking their ridiculous mistake.

“I will overlook your disgrace… just for tonight. My dream of becoming the God of Destruction… it’s finally within reach. Finally.”

The king laughed madly.

And as his laughter echoed through the night, the ritual entered its final stage.

The sky, cloaked in darkness, seemed to bleed crimson.

The monsters could sense it—

Something fearsome and unparalleled was about to be summoned here.

But surely this god would not be their enemy. Surely it would grant them eternal protection.

—However, one miscalculation occurred.

The curse chant was suddenly silenced.

A short scream rang out—

The robed demon holding the Book of Ruin collapsed face-first to the floor.

The king’s laughter stopped.

A strange phenomenon unfolded:

A shining form, shaped like armor and a sword, began to take shape—gradually manifesting into solid form.

“…Who dares interrupt my moment of glory?”

“…At last, we meet.”

The one who appeared was a man with one eye and one arm.

He had lost an arm. And yet, he still gripped his red demon sword in his right hand—dripping bl00d.

“…Aiolos…”

The moment the girl saw him, her lifeless eyes regained their light.

Black lightning crackled around the man.

The red blade shimmered ominously.

And above all—

The black magical energy he alone possessed shook the girl’s heart to its core.