Touch My Brother and You Die - Chapter 179

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#Side Story: Why, or why not

I can say with absolute certainty: Serena is nothing but a blight upon humanity.
This contradictory monster, who has lived through eons, stubbornly kept the Homeland Island from sinking into oblivion as fate intended, and wielded influence across the entire world as though she were a transcendent being herself.
She meticulously hides the knowledge of how ordinary people can harness the power of the Demon Stone—because if they knew, they would wage even greater wars with even greater strength.
She suppresses Joraab’s lesser god summoning techniques because they destabilize the balance of power between nations.
It is natural for nations to rise and fall, yet she deems her homeland island important enough to use the Demon Stone to prevent its sinking, expending all her effort—and she refuses to let this technology and knowledge leak to the outside world.
What arrogance! What selfishness! When I first gained this understanding as a child, I sought out my ancestor Serena and earnestly recommended that she take her own life. She responded by beating me senseless for my filial impiety, then abandoned me in the South Pole.
I fought the bitter cold and survived the brink of freezing to death as I made my way home. Along the way, I also expanded my domain. That foolish old woman never dreamed I was the Dark Mage.
She simply thought I was going through a severe rebellious phase—taking medicine, occasionally meeting with beings like John to observe alien civilizations, and honing my dark magic.
I crossed the threshold of death countless times before returning home. Then, using my vastly strengthened magical power, I destroyed every Demon Stone pillar that had been artificially keeping the island afloat and sank the Homeland Island.
That land was destined to sink anyway. It was Serena’s fault for clinging to it and trying to continue history.
So I sank the Homeland Island and drowned ninety percent of my own people, only to be beaten like a dog by Serena and abandoned in the North Pole. Kekeke, what a foolish old woman. She didn’t even realize I was the Dark Mage, and she actually helped me expand my domain.
After crossing the threshold of death several more times, I arrived as a vagrant at Serena’s new settlement. The Refugee Camp where the survivors from my homeland gathered would later be called the True Magic Tower, but regardless, I struggled to erase the name Serena from human history.
Humanity needs neither transcendent beings nor arbiters. Why prevent people from using the resources already available to them? And magic—what makes them think they’re so great that they must hide magical knowledge from people and keep it all to themselves?
Through practicing dark magic and glimpsing the alien world, I learned something. The worlds I could see through my occasional contact with beings like John had no transcendent beings and no arbiters. They possessed great power and fought fiercely, yet they did not perish. Humanity is foolish and incompetent, but somehow they manage to survive.
Long live free democracy, damn it!
As long as Serena does not disappear from this world, I will not yield. This is not mindless rebellion.
From the time I was a runny-nosed child, Serena spouted nonsense about great power bringing great responsibility, rolling me left and right, grinding away at me to be a good child, a good child—that was never! ever! a valid reason! Honestly, this hatred will never fade in my lifetime! But regardless, I absolutely despised her principles!
This time, I swore I would erase Serena from the world and restore human history to its natural state—but the moment I entered the Refugee Camp, I met the Angel.
The child appeared to be around three years old, with black hair and red eyes, and when looking at me, trembled with a cuteness reminiscent of a rabbit.
The instant I saw the child, I sensed this was my destiny. Yes, I was born to meet this child. So at that moment, I kindly spoke to them.
“Huff, huff, huff, little one, won’t you come somewhere nice with big sister?”
I admit I was breathing heavily, unable to contain my excitement, but somehow the child responded by making a gasping sound and searching for Serena. When the old woman rushed out of the tower, she announced to everyone that I was trying to steal her pet dog, and together with her fellow mages, they beat me senseless and abandoned me on the Equator.
Huff, huff, huff, at least this time there was no risk of freezing to death. Instead, I was poisoned by vipers, venomous spiders, and scorpions, hovering at death’s door.
After that, I tried to steal my angel away whenever the opportunity arose, before Serena could corrupt them—but each time, the little one would cry out loudly and call for Serena.
Why? I only suggested we go somewhere nice where Serena didn’t exist, eat delicious food together, and enjoy ourselves. Why does my angel cry and convulse, and why do Serena and her colleagues call me a pervert and tell me to disappear?
When my angel said they hated looking at my face, I wore a mask. Knowing that children love shiny, flashy things, I adorned my hair with beautiful ornaments before meeting them.
Why… why do they hate me…?
I still thought that as they grew older, they would realize how terrible Serena truly was and come to me—but strangely, the child grew increasingly hostile toward me with each passing day. Not only would they run away the moment they saw even the edge of my hair ornaments, but there was even a time when the little one stabbed me with a sword they wielded.
That damned old woman must have given them terrible teachings. She must have spoken ill of me to my angel so much that the child hates me this much. Damned old woman. She has never had a good influence on my life, and she is nothing but a blemish on human history that must be erased.
Once the child learned to resist, I decided to change my approach. It would be better to deal with Serena first. Then the little one, with nowhere else to go, would come to me.
After that, I constantly interfered with everything Serena did and worked to eliminate her. I destroyed the civilizations she tried to build as her second homeland multiple times, constantly threatened her life, and even succeeded in tampering with her memories to distort her spatial perception.
During all this, I realized something: the way my angel desperately attacks me is so much fun. Until now, I had always been the one chasing—but experiencing my angel chasing me so eagerly like this made my heart race with excitement that wouldn’t stop.
There is no going back now that I know this pleasure.
For that reason, I began causing chaos everywhere. While I had the justification of expanding my dark magic domain, the real reason was that playing tag with my angel was the most fun thing in the world.
One day, I was caught red-handed by my Angel while fleeing from Serena’s secret library with a book detailing how the faithful summon imaginary monsters, after I’d tossed it somewhere in the back gardens of the Largol Imperial Palace.
Well, to be honest, I allowed myself to be caught, but that hardly matters. Being apprehended by my Angel, who had chased only me for a lifetime—surely that’s practically a proposal, wouldn’t you say?
Moreover, my Angel declared he would confine me for life and threw me into the Prison. A person who had only watched and pursued me all these years now restraining me… could this possibly be what I’d only heard whispered about…?
Marriage?
Clear wedding bells chimed in my mind—or as some call it, wedding bells. And my Angel, he personally dressed me in the pristine white restraint suit he’d prepared for me. It was definitely a wedding. No matter how I looked at it, this act could only be explained by one word: marriage.
Well then, I had no choice but to accept. Having reached the pinnacle of dark magic training, I could lock my body in its prime, so I need never fear aging. I could postpone the mission of eliminating Serena and still have a lifetime to spend with my Angel.
I joyfully accepted my Angel’s intention to confine me, and I lived in happiness. When I opened my eyes each morning, I could see my Angel. Before sleep, I could see him making his rounds. Even if he occasionally left my sight, whenever I wished, I could meet him.
I was happy. To spend a lifetime with the person I love—isn’t that a successful life? I was content with that. After being born as Serena’s descendant, my life had held no joy until my Angel found me.
So when my Angel said he would step out briefly to find us a new home to live in together, I could accept it. I could wait long enough. I believed in my Angel’s confession and this pure white restraint suit—the token of his promise to spend our lives together.
I waited. I prayed only for my Angel’s swift return, and I waited endlessly.
I waited one day, then two days, then a week, then a month.
But I could wait longer. I believed in his promise. He said he’d return soon. He would come back shortly.
I waited half a year. I waited a year. Two years passed. Three years passed. Five years passed.
My Angel never returned.
I fell into despair.

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