The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 126

Chapter 126: The Thrill (Yomi’s Side)

In the underworld, hell, the land of Yomi, the afterlife—by all these names, the world of the dead is inhabited not only by the souls of the dead but also by powerful demons, spirits, and monstrous beings.

Yet, there exists one being that even these demons fear, avoiding contact with or ignoring its presence. This being was born from the very concept of death and had once ruled as the strongest and oldest god in that world.

Many gods and evil beings had once tried to take that throne. However, all of them were erased from existence, and over time, no one dared challenge it anymore.

Beneath this most feared being were the powerless souls and those who had become its servants. The presence of the one most feared made that place the only safe realm in the afterlife.

This being never moved on its own. It had no interest in the affairs of the afterlife, which could be considered its own world. It only cared that the cycle of life and death, between this world and the afterlife, continued correctly.

“Heh.”

The one sitting on the throne chuckled quietly and waved a finger. A faintly glowing soul appeared before it, bowing silently.

“Thank you for your service this time.”

“Do not mention it. This time, it was my whim. Therefore, no thanks are necessary.”

The soul, ordered to leave, bowed again and departed. The silent attendant beside the throne quietly spoke.

“It’s unusual.”

“What is?”

“At least, since I’ve been serving you, I don’t recall you ever acting on a whim. This is truly rare.”

At the attendant’s words, the being smiled involuntarily. When it thought about it, such actions had never been done before.

“Also, for you to personally grant protection… If others found out, they would be shocked.”

“Ah, you noticed?”

“Did you really like them that much?”

The being thought silently while resting its cheek on its hand. What came to mind was a man who had faced it, unafraid despite being a mere human, and who had won.

The brilliance of that man’s soul, the way he burned his short-lived life to challenge it, somehow burned itself into its eyes and made its heart race.

“Indeed.”

Even though it had known of it as knowledge, it never thought it would feel such warmth. It was unexpectedly a pleasant sensation.

“Humans… life… I never knew they could be so beautiful and so bright. And though his vessel was small, he was the first to defeat me.”

“Other gods would likely think it’s a joke. That you were defeated by a human, not a god or a demon…”

“Heh, you were quite shocked at first too.”

“Ahem… so, what should we do about that vessel?”

“Leave it. I no longer need it.”

With a casual answer, it closed one eye. The blessing it had given crossed the boundaries of the world and brought the image of the one who had given it to its mind.

“Oh, right.”

“Hm?”

“I will now call myself Yomi.”

“Yomi, you say… Then, I shall refer to you as Lord Yomi from now on.”

“Hmm, that sounds good.”

Until now, it had never cared much for names. However, recalling how that man had repeatedly called it that made this name feel right.

“I look forward to coming to see how you live, Velk.”

The figure of the one sitting on the throne appeared in the room’s mirror. A goddess, with pure white hair and skin, a balanced figure clothed in black, her beauty was so striking that it almost felt as if it would steal the viewer’s soul.

The Goddess of Death, “Yomi”… It would be a little while before her name spread throughout the afterlife.