Belial has come back to life yet again.
With only a wisp of his soul remaining, he joined minds with a certain brutal mortal warlord to build a great enterprise together. He learned all sorts of incredible ideas and philosophies, like what it meant to be a tyrant, how to enjoy oneself, and how to live. The super-galactic menace realized that compared to his "partner," all the stupid things he'd done under the influence of that old relic Reiblood's chuunibyou antics were nothing.
After getting his "partner" killed, Mr. Belial regained a physical body and decided to take a break before causing trouble. After all, he'd spent his whole life fighting. Wasn't it about time he enjoyed himself?
"This woman's nice. She's my type."
Just recovered from being petrified, Carmeara stared blankly at the ill-intentioned male Ultra in front of her.
"You even became a captain? Haruki, you've really made something of yourself!"
The Pointy-Horned Alien, who'd come looking for fun, didn't know what to say when he saw the Dark Giant who'd also come looking for fun.
"I've taken care of everyone I've run into. How many have you taken care of?"
Feeling the expectant gazes of his "good friends" on his back, the pure-hearted young man, whose filial devotion could move heaven and earth, didn't know how to answer his cheap dad's seemingly casual question.
"Your Majesty, when do you plan to begin the uprising?"
"Tomorrow, perhaps. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
*The author is just here for the laughs. The more snarky comments, the faster the updates.
