Uplifting Journey

A dimly lit corridor, flanked by old rusty metal railing doors, behind which is a small, cold stone prison cell

When Diablo came back to his senses, he found that he had come from the prison controlled by Polpo to another familiar but unfamiliar prison.

The phantom pain fed back to his chest by the stand reminded him of what had happened before—driven by an inexplicable whisper in his soul, he pierced the body of the Crimson King with the arrow he got from Polbona, completing a mission Mysterious ritual.

"What the hell happened? Where is this place?" Diablo, who woke up, found that the contradictory memories and chaotic whispers that had been tormenting his mind before had completely disappeared at this moment, and his consciousness finally ushered in peace and harmony. reason.

The outstretched palm passed through the iron railing as if brushing the air, which made Diablo realize the essence of the place: "Illusion? Is this a substitute attack? Wait."

After carefully looking at the surrounding environment, Diablo's face changed slightly: "I, I remember this place, I came here once in the past."

The red-haired man unconsciously stepped forward, his eyes swept across the prisons with people or no one on the left and right, he gradually accelerated his speed in the cold corridor, and rushed towards a certain place in his vague memory.

After seeing a familiar number plate, Diablo slowed down his pace, his heart beating slightly faster, and he stared at the metal railing of a prison cell slowly approaching.

The things in that prison cell gradually appeared in his field of vision, and then he saw a thin woman with wavy black hair sitting on a simple iron frame bed in a daze.

That was his mother.

The next moment, a familiar sense of space-time splitting swept across, and a crimson light flashed in front of Diablo's eyes, and then he widened his eyes, seeing the woman in the cage in front of him covering his body. The bulging stomach let out a shrill scream.

The prison guards from the Women's Prison heard the sound, and Diablo stood there like a phantom in a daze, being passed back and forth by the prison guards and medical staff. Conversation, the bottom of my heart is full of inconceivable——

"This is... time erasure? My birth... unexpectedly"

After Diablo watched the whole process of the birth of "himself" in a daze, he witnessed with his own eyes the strange way that the red-haired baby who didn't cry or fuss came into this world.

At this time, a familiar young voice came from the side: "Why are you so shocked? You should know the whole story."

Diablo turned sideways sharply, and saw a red-haired boy with ponytails and faint freckles.

That's Tobio.

Seeing the baby being wiped of blood by the medical staff and handed over to the black-haired woman lying on the bed, Tobio turned around and spread his hands to the dignified Diablo: "Don't look at me like that, these Things, you were supposed to show me, who knew you would be so vulnerable in the distortion of the timeline?"

Diablo, unable to understand the current situation, remained silent——

Originally unable to occupy his body for a long time, since the battle in the silent city, he has been showing no signs of deep sleep. From this, he faintly realized that there might be something wrong with another personality, but he, who was hard to think under the impact of chaotic memories, But I didn't expect another self to appear in front of me in this way.

In the silence, the entire illusion changed drastically again, and the original cold prison was replaced by a simple church.

Under the light of flickering candles, the priest in charge of the church and the red-haired boy sat opposite each other at the simple wooden table, drinking coffee while discussing their future life plans.

Diablo's eyes stayed on the face of the priest who adopted him by the table for a moment, then he turned his eyes away and looked at the floor of the next room.

The power of the epitaph made his eyes penetrate the bricks and stones of the floor, and saw the miserable black-haired woman with her limbs crippled and her mouth sewn shut in the narrow space below.

Tobio, who was a few years older than the boy sitting at the table, appeared next to the focus of Diablo's line of sight. He tapped the ground with his toes. Hearing the faint echo of the cavity, he turned his head to face Diablo. Luo showed a piercing smile:

"I'm curious, what kind of mentality did you use to instigate me to do such a thing?"

The woman imprisoned in the ground, her injury and hunger are constantly deepening and recovering in the cycle of time. Only the broken soul continues normally in the messy timeline.

Diablo, who had gradually adapted to the phenomenon of timeline jumping, looked at the woman under the floor spliced ​​from different timeline fragments, soaked in pain and darkness for a long time, and the memories related to it were bit by bit. Emerging from the bottom of my heart--

He has an innate mission, he is destined to stand at the top, he must transform his dull and cowardly surface personality, and let that weak guy named Tobio become his own appearance

For this reason, he shaped Tobio's distorted three views with evil whispers and cruel behaviors. He drove Tobio to do something to the woman who could be called a taint, completely buried his weird and humble background, and let this one A rural boy who was born in prison embarked on a dark road of no return.

Watching the priest in the illusion discover the secret under the floor by coincidence, and seeing the red-haired boy walking past with a dagger in the illusion, Diablo focused his gaze on Tobio who was watching the show, and bit him. Gritting his teeth, he asked, "Who the hell are you?!"

"Who am I? I'm Tobio." Looking at the church that was set on fire by the teenager in the illusion, Tobio turned his head and looked at Diablo, "I want to ask you, do you know who you are? Do you? Well, do you still remember what the psychiatrist said?"

The words of a psychiatrist who was once killed by Diablo echoed in his ears at this moment: "... The long-term oppression caused by the special background, coupled with the relatively closed environment in the countryside. You, your birth, may be just From Tobio's fantasy of diverting stress and guilt."

Vigorously waving his hand to dispel the emerging illusion, Diablo, who was struggling to get rid of the disordered memory, said in a deep voice: "Stop joking, Tobio! I, Diablo, am the master of this body, you are just me. Props for hiding my identity! I looked different from you when I was a child, and my name was not Tobio!"

"Hehe, the 'past' is really a fragile thing, you didn't think so just now." Tobio shook his head, "Although that psychiatrist is just a short-sighted mortal, he is right about one thing—I You are the master of this body, you are just a phantom attached to my existence

"Think about it, dear boss, do you really know what the 'innate mission' you keep talking about? What about the 'trials' you gave me? You Are you sure that your past memory is fine? Are you sure that there will be people in this world who ignore their surnames and name their children 'Diablo'?"

The word Diablo has many traceable sources according to its transliteration and shape, but its main context has a concept that cannot be ignored——the devil.

In front of the ugly-faced Diablo, Tobio approached step by step: "You have forgotten your mission, Diablo, you should have died after completing the guidance of soul matching, but you are greedy for the prosperity of the world, Trials are perfunctory, occupying my body all the time, even thinking that I am the real 'self'.

"I don't blame you, really." Tobio walked in front of Diablo, looked into the other's confused eyes, and said in a distant tone, "After sacrificing the future that is close to the 'end' and finding the real After remembering, I realized what our mission and our enemy are. The two-year pregnancy where the mother was forcibly eliminated allowed us to avoid the danger of the "starting point", but it also brought too many twists and turns to our birth and growth.

"Now, it's time to end the dormancy. We must make our sacrifices in this changing world more meaningful. Come, see yourself, accept me, and reunite with me, and awaken our true power!"

Diablo took a step back subconsciously, and in Tobio's eyes that seemed to be burning with flames, he saw his own reflection - a red and white figure with a strange miniature face on his forehead.

Diablo lowered his head and looked at his crimson arms covered by white grids: "...I... am the Crimson King?"

"No," Tobio grabbed Diablo's arm firmly, "'We' are the Crimson Kings!"