According to statistics from the past three months, deaths from natural disasters and man-made calamities have decreased to less than 20% compared to the previous year. As everyone knows, this is all thanks to Evil Endem. The devil who used to cause major accidents has now prevented major accidents one after another and saved countless lives, leading to jokes that he should change his name from ‘Evil Devil’ to ‘Evil Angel’. When a troublemaker who caused incidents almost daily gets a trainer, many things change.
Nngh…
Cheche groaned and barely opened his eyes. The TV, set to turn on automatically at wake-up time, was broadcasting the morning show. His head rang from the clear voice, and he wanted to turn off the broadcast, but he didn’t even have the strength to pick up the remote.
His whole body felt heavy and stiff. His waist and thighs ached, and especially down below still felt tingly. As Cheche could only moan without properly opening his eyes, the host’s words from the TV reached his ears.
…Who would have known that Tar’s young hero would become our hero too? The strongest aura user in history and a refugee from a war-torn country—it’s a combination hard to believe even as I say it. We didn’t expect it either, and probably neither Cheche nor Evil himself thought such a future would come.
His consciousness gradually awakened. Cheche blinked his eyes slowly and shifted his body.
“Sleep more.”
Along with a low voice, a large arm suddenly covered Cheche’s chest.
“Why’d you wake up so early? Sleep more.”
The arm woven with strong muscles pulled Cheche toward him and embraced him tightly in his arms. The arm’s owner buried his nose in Cheche’s crown and tickled his hair. The blanket smoothly rose up to Cheche’s shoulders.
What kind of charm does this refugee from Tar have that makes it possible to hold the leash of the arrogant tyrant Evil Devil?
With the man’s solid chest right before his nose, Cheche blinked while listening to the voice from the TV. He heard it even without trying to listen, and the moment he heard that voice, his sleep completely vanished.
Cheche, who is from the former war-torn Tar…
…?
Suddenly the sound cut off with a click. As Cheche shifted his body, the firm arm embracing his waist tightened just enough not to hurt.
“I told you to sleep, you really never fucking listen…”
The low voice of the man not fully awake touched him as softly as curtains fluttering in the sunlight.
Only the man’s even breathing could be heard in the quiet bedroom. The man kept his nose buried in Cheche’s crown, inhaling while patting his small back under the blanket. As if telling him to sleep soundly and safely in this safest place in the world…
‘Probably neither Cheche nor Evil himself thought such a future would come.’
Those words were right. He never expected it at all.
That they would have this kind of relationship…
Cheche slowly closed his eyes and recalled his first meeting with the man.
***
Evil Endem stood leaning his shoulder against the window, looking down below. Seeing the inevitable wrinkle appearing on his handsome brow, Secretary-General James anticipated what kind of shitty words this immature young master would use to make people feel shitty this time.
“Ah, fuck. Seeing something so inauspicious first thing in the morning ruined my mood.”
It was 1:10 PM now, but it would be morning for him. Since he just came to work.
“What did you see?”
“Look there. That beggar bastard dares to panhandle right in front of the User Center’s main entrance. He’s been doing that for five minutes already and no one’s chasing him away. What are the guards doing, taking money for nothing?”
Evil told him to look there, but since there was no way he could see it, James didn’t even try.
The Aura User Center headquarters built in the center of K-City was a 210-story high-rise building, and Evil’s office was on the 201st floor, but Evil could see even a single petal stuck on the sleeve of someone entering or leaving the center, and this was a perfectly natural phenomenon.
“I’ll tell the guards.”
“Do it quickly. Some sucker already gave him charity. Tsk, because there are suckers like that, these beggars won’t disappear.”
“Yes… it’s a big problem.”
James called a secretary stationed outside the office and conveyed the message to tell the guards on the first floor to patrol in front of the main entrance.
“Evil, Advisory Director, may I tell you today’s schedule now?”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
Evil answered half-heartedly while looking outside. James hadn’t expected his attention in the first place.
“The Tartarian (Tar refugee) will arrive around 3 o’clock. After greetings, you’ll have a press conference on the 3rd floor for about thirty minutes. At 4 o’clock you have a meeting with World Peace Citizen, and at 6 o’clock you have a dinner meeting with So-and-So at XX Hotel. The Tartarian will accompany you to all schedules and…”
“Wonderful.”
At the sound of tongue-clicking, he raised his head from the tablet, and Evil was sneering toward the outside.
“I’m seeing all kinds of bullshit. It’s the first time I’ve seen an idiot who picks up trash from the street and goes all the way back to throw it in a trash can.”
James grumbled inwardly. Isn’t that just a normal sanitation worker?
“Not a janitor.”
James, who had been thinking to himself, flinched. This devil-like young master sometimes seemed to read minds. If he really had such an ability, he would have died long ago without even bone fragments remaining.
“Looks like a high schooler on a field trip.”
“As far as I know, there’s no field trip scheduled at the center today… More importantly, today’s schedule…”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m listening. The refugee’s coming, so take him around and show his face here and there, right?”
“It would be troublesome if you call him a refugee in front of him. You need to call him by his name, Cheche.”
“A refugee is a refugee, what the fuck. You’ve been calling him Tartarian this whole time too. No, setting all that aside, does trash raised in that garbage country Tar even have a name?”
“Director, please… Cheche is a hero to the Tar people.”
James looked almost tearful. Evil, the only existing SSS aura user who had the world beneath his feet, had a tendency to treat everything except himself as trash. No, not a tendency—he always treated them as trash, whether the opponent was strong or weak. His family, the white-haired councilors. But he must not do that to the Tartarian joining them from today.
“A hero my ass for saving one war correspondent.”
“It’s more than just that one thing. At twelve years old, he jumped into a battlefield with bullets flying everywhere to save a child younger than me, and at thirteen he successfully escaped with other children just two days after being kidnapped. At sixteen, he saved an injured Daleo soldier in the middle of a battlefield where shells were exploding—he’s a hero. Since he’s a light of hope to the Tar people, it would be good if we also showed respect.”
“That guy’s funny. Seeing a fountain for the first time?”
Evil lightly ignored James’s words as always. He was still looking out the window and sneering.
“Is he some fucking country bumpkin? Why’s he sticking his hands in? Just fall in and drown already.”
James sighed and sat down.
Right, what could he expect? From Evil Endem, who was always followed by epithets like troublemaker, tyrant, arrogant, devil, and human scum.
At least it was because he had been with him since childhood—precisely since he was a baby—that he could speak to this extent.
How such human scum was born in the noble Endem family that had used its wealth and power accumulated over hundreds of years morally in valuable places, and why such a devil was born with the unprecedented superpower that would mark a page in history. It was everyone’s question. Conversely, some people said it was because he was a devil that he was born with such abilities. A truly devil-like ability user.
Evil Endem is the only SSS multi-user in history.
People who use invisible power to create amazing results that cannot be explained scientifically. Those who were once called ability users long ago are now called ‘aura users.’
Humanity is divided into two categories: aura users who have aura abilities and non-users who don’t, and while the absolute majority of the world consists of non-users, what dominates and moves the world are aura users and adapters who control the minds of aura users.
Aura users are divided into two categories: mental-type aura users called ‘soul aura users’ and physical-type aura users called ‘motion aura users,’ also abbreviated as ‘soulers’ and ‘motioners.’ Users are given six grades—S, A, B, C, D, F—according to their aura utilization ability values, and the currently theoretically measurable values range from FFF to SSS. Since it was only theoretical, there had been no users who actually exceeded the F~S grade range.
Until Evil Endem appeared.
He is the only existing SSS-grade multi-user who can use both motion aura and soul aura simultaneously.
While multi-users had existed at a rate of two or three per century, Evil Endem was the first user to be SSS-grade—the measurement limit—in both. Since there had been no history of aura users of the same grade existing, he became an ability user incomparable to anyone.
Setting aside that fearsome talent and glorious family, Evil Endem was different from ordinary people.
He was a twenty-one-year-old young man with a tall height of 195cm, a solid build with broad shoulders, handsome appearance with blond hair and red eyes, and a guaranteed prosperous future.
“Everyone’s sticking their hands in there, it’s not even cleaned so it’s completely filthy. Despite how he looks, he’s an idiot. Fucking hilarious.”
“……”
