CHAPTER 107: THE SUPREMACY ARC, PART 10

I hate this world. In its current form, it’s discusting.

I wish my mother could live in a world where everyone was happy. I want her to see that world.

That’s why I’ll create a world she could be proud of.

Mom, if you can see this, I hope you’re proud of me...

This will be a world where mothers are happy with their children.

—

Memory.

Last year.

Seojun and Kihyun sat in a closed room. No one was allowed to hear their conversation.

"Seojun. You have to understand — even if Mujin decides to pull Haebin out of the Association’s hands, Haebin will die. He’ll be sacrificed to the Dukes because he’s dangerous."

"...How do you know that?" Seojun asked.

"You never told anyone that you’re descendants of the Demon of Hatred. You were trying to protect your little brother. I get it... Family comes first."

Seojun’s face was tense and downcast.

"They don’t trust you either, just like they don’t trust me. Mujin may say we’re one big team, but his words mean nothing. If Hatred had chosen you instead of Haebin as a vessel... they would’ve killed you."

"B-but what do you propose then?" Seojun clasped his hands. "If we can’t trust Umbra, do you want my help to go against them?"

My eyes were clouded in darkness. It felt like emotions were getting the best of me, but I held back.

"You’re my younger brother by demonic blood. It’s tragic that our families share the same fate — to die... I can’t lose any more loved ones. Trust me, Seojun!.. Together, we can bring peace to this world."

Seojun stared at me, visibly shaken. He pondered deeply over my words.

Yes, we are third cousins by demonic lineage. Taurus and Hatred — twins, which makes them our grandfathers.

But as I thought about it, I realized their difference. Both Taurus and Hatred have deep spiritual bonds with their blood heirs. But their blood has a different scent.

The scent of blood. Through it, one could literally sense the level of malice in a demon’s soul. If Seojun didn’t recognize that we were brothers during our first encounter, then...

The Demon of Hatred has an entirely different blood scent.

By the end of our talk, we reached a consensus: we would cooperate. From now on, Seojun is no longer my enemy.

—

Mordred and Jisun stood facing each other on a rooftop. The wind howled past their ears.

"You must be Park Jisun?" Mordred asked. "Were you assigned to escort me to your Leaders?"

Jisun smirked.

"You think it’ll be that easy? First, you talk to me. Then I’ll decide what to do with you. So... go ahead, give me a reason not to cut you down in front of the crowd."

"I didn’t know the strongest hunter would be the one to test my loyalty. In any case, I’m not here for the hunters. I came for the people below."

Taking a deep breath, Mordred’s voice grew louder.

"To all citizens of Seoul, I officially declare this the beginning of a new era! This is the first mass gathering of citizens in decades. The Association and the government suppressed such events for years, hoping the innocent would stay blind. Let us not forget our history — the one they tried to erase! Our enemies are not only demons. Authorities promised us no more secrets. So tell me, Association, why do you still keep secrets from us?"

Hundreds of thousands began murmuring in the streets:

"What’s he talking about? What secrets?"

Mistrust toward the Association grew stronger.

On the rooftop of another skyscraper stood Mujin and Altair. Beside them...

Mordred. Another one.

He differed from the first by the golden shutters illustrated on his kimono.

Mujin smirked as he looked down at the people below:

"They’re all victims of the old world. Sometimes, I almost pity them. Clinging to the last threads, hoping for a longer life. But the new world will belong to demons alone."

Altair glanced sideways at Mordred:

"So, Prophet... Are you ready? Let’s follow the plan."

Mordred didn’t respond.

The plan... Mordred would appear before the people, give a speech, and spread his arms. At that moment, Mujin would summon the Serpent Demon and level the entire city.

"The Association doesn’t stand a chance," said Mujin. "Our friend Zhuan Ren is ready. He’s spent the whole year in the Orange Zone, infecting people with a mutational virus. Go ahead, Mordred. Open the path to the new world."

Mordred said nothing. He bowed his head and then... fell from the rooftop.

As he fell, the whole world seemed to rest in his hands.

Swinging his arms, blood surged from his palms. Merging together, they formed wings.

A massive owl made of demonic blood soared above the crowd. Riding it...

"Miss Sashi!" an assistant ran up in the Association. "We have urgent news. Drones have spotted another Mordred in the Green Zone!"

The live broadcast switched to another screen — the second Mordred appeared, standing atop the owl.

Jisun instantly tensed up. He swung his arms wide.

"Kenketsu... Twin Moonpiercers!"

He summoned his spears and readied his stance, prepared for any sudden move from the first Mordred.

Meanwhile, the second Mordred descended to the people. The owl landed.

Citizens surrounded him, filming on their phones.

"Dear citizens! All those who’ve been victims of an unjust world! It seems the Association refuses to negotiate. Their selfish actions show that they don’t care about the voices of ordinary people. All we have is each other — and I want us to stop relying on anyone else!"

...Your turn, Seojun!

As the second Mordred delivered his speech, Jisun didn’t take his eyes off the first.

"What kind of show is this?" Jisun muttered.

A muffled laugh came from behind the first Mordred’s mask.

And then, he fell backwards from the rooftop.

"W-what..?"

Jisun was confused. Looking down, he saw the masked man had already descended and slipped into the Association building.

Meanwhile, the second Mordred continued:

"I’m no leader. I... just want ordinary people like us to finally be heard. We’ve been used as meat, as shadows, as tools. But we have a voice. And if I must be its echo — so be it."

Just a bit longer...

If Mujin isn’t lying, he should summon the Serpent Demon once I finish.

But why... why do I have a bad feeling?

Mujin watched me with his green eyes. I could feel his grim gaze even from down here.

"Demons, humans — let’s unite for our shared future."

Just a bit more...

"...Because we all must protect those we love."

Victory is within reach...

"...Let us become guardians of our kind! Citizens! I can’t hear your voices! I can’t hear your feelings! I can’t hear your souls!"

Now!...

"Let’s become heroes of a new world!!!" Mordred threw his arms wide.

Suddenly, the people erupted into cheers and applause. Their voices echoed across the city. Everyone raised their hands.

Their cries — the cries of souls long silenced. Mordred had merely given them a reason to rise. Now, they had their own will.

But why...

Why hasn’t Mujin summoned the Serpent Demon?

Where is it?

Mujin, standing on the rooftop, gazed at Mordred mockingly.

...I see. This was a test.

He still can’t summon the Serpent Demon. No — most likely, summoning it is impossible.

And now...

Will you just sit back and enjoy the chaos to come?

Meanwhile, in the Orange Zone, the streets lit up in bright red. Agonizing screams echoed from afar.

At the Association, a report came in:

"Ma’am, we have a crisis! All residents of the Orange Zone, they..."

On the screen, security footage played:

First — a boy, standing near a streetlamp. He turned toward the camera — he had no face. Just an eye, pulsing like a heart.

Then — a woman, her skin peeling off like layers of old bark.

And finally... Hundreds of thousands. All of them.

"...They’ve all turned into demons!"

"W-what?!.."