Ah, this brings back memories...
The clan tattoo... The entire clan used to wear the same tattoo.
A tattoo of a circle in the center of the back, representing the world, the planets, the stars, the sun, the galaxies, the universes... representing the barrier standing between us and what we desire.
Below this circle, there is firewood. Yes, it symbolizes the 'Akagi Clan of Destruction,' my own. It means that someday, I don't know when, but no matter how distant, we will definitely burn this world.
At the top of the sphere, there is the flame of the year. It burned the circle.
A simple tattoo, yet it carries a lot of meaning. Yes, it carries so much.
The curse, my blood boils. I removed the shirt I was wearing, and everyone began to dance and sing.
I controlled the precision of the flames. We made the cursed devil hover above a live grill.
His entire body was black. 'Now is your turn, Hotaki.' I looked towards the damned Hotaki; he is one of the leaders who understands me the most.
He has studied the body extensively, an expert in medicine, and an extremely skilled fighter. He was one of the best leaders on Earth. But don't let these words deceive you. Hahaha, he is just another eccentric. Hahaha, like the rest. He is called the mummy. Curse it, even I don't know what's up with those bandages...
Hotaki removed the bandages from his hand and began the surgical procedure without any anesthesia.
The devil's chest was completely split open, while Hotaki performed his work, the rest of the men secured the devil's body. Well, don't move too much, or he will feel pain, nothing more. Hahaha.
I sat in the sky and watched this devil's heart grilling process.
Curse it, is this devil crying or what? Pathetic. Do you think I'm an old fool who would sympathize with your tears? Hahaha, curse this nonsense of emotions.
One of the things I love the most are those looks filled with fear and terror. The tears, the screams, and the crying. It's like music to me.
"Curse it, O leader, singing without music is starting to annoy me. Some of you, grab some tools and try to make some music.
We have lost everything, even our phones. Curse it, is this world so backward?"
One of the men shouted while screaming...
Some of them grabbed chairs and started hitting them. They turned the table and cooking utensils into musical instruments.
Curse it, this is a great festival. Everyone started to harmonize to a great extent.
As I always say, the mad ones understand each other. Hahaha.
"O leader, you must come down here to start the process..."
Hotaki looked at me awkwardly... After all, he cannot fly.
It is true that the system made them capable of farming and even improving their talents, but there is a great distance between them and the world of the sky..."
"Why don't you come up here..." I smiled mockingly at him. Hahaha, I love to annoy everyone...
They all burst into laughter, mocking Hotaki.
"Well, this is the first lesson, you bastards. And it's not just for Hotaki. My clan is not some weak trash. Here, personal strength is all that matters. Train as if it's your last day, you bastards. After the ceremony, you will venture into the first level of hell. Don't die because I won't be with you.
I'm excited to see the results of the training. Don't disappoint me...
Also, more members will join us soon. Make sure to welcome them warmly. Hahaha."
Everyone gritted their teeth, but no one laughed except me...
Because they knew they were indeed weak trash.
But no one was arrogant enough to say otherwise. They were indeed the first unit of my clan. They weren't just newcomers.
I think they will perform well in the tower.
"I will lower myself this time, but there won't be a next time."
I looked at Hotaki fiercely. He truly understood what I meant. He was one of the first to join the clan. He almost understood me better than anyone else...
They took out the heart of the demon and connected his body with tubes taken from the store, so that the villain wouldn't die or lose consciousness. He will spill his blood, creating the tattoo of the clan that will burn the world...
From a distance, Hotaki enjoyed the process as if he were one of the famous painters, creating one of his masterpieces. Curse it...
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... Finally, it's over...
It was a large tattoo covering my entire back in dark red.
Damn, it's terrifying. Hahaha.
"I will hang this cursed demon on the palace gate. When any of you want to enter the palace in the future, stick this pole to the demon's body, but make sure the pole is red with flames."
"And now, step away from my sight and begin the training."
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... They all headed towards the tower. Of course, I informed them about some dangers, as they are my men after all, and I don't want them to become dead.
I set up an iron pole with a crystal-powered furnace.
A single black crystal that holds a lot of energy.
It's almost extinct on this continent...
I placed a crystal in the furnace that would heat the iron pole, and another crystal above the demon's head to provide him with the necessary strength to stay alive.
"You won't die until you repent for your crime against me. You will remain here until you go mad. And if you don't go mad, we will escalate the torture. Hahaha."
I left the words behind and disappeared from everyone's sight. Of course, I'm going to the second floor...
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"Damn it, we must become stronger, or we will fall behind on the journey.
Damn it?????" Hotaki said with a serious expression to everyone.
They understood the situation very well...