Our demon king is coming. (formerly Mayday A Series)

"Hey, let's make other people"

That was suggested in time, after Magiliva named the vicinity of the great tree "Vabel".

Everyone forced my, abrupt expression on this suggestion.

I would have talked about weeks.

I'm not going to repeat the reset anymore, and I know how to do that.

It was to create the concept of death.

In the previous week it was too late to propose a "concept of death," and Acromeia, who could make this, was terribly reluctant.

In the meantime, a fire broke out in the weaving cabin and still had to be reset due to shadow monsters, wherever they fled in the end.

I think about how I should overcome the mistakes of the previous week and first try to create “people” other than us.

Acromeia was just looking up at me and wondering after scratching Vabel and her name on the map.

"What are you talking about, Hadefis?"

"I'm not just talking about animals and plants, I'm talking about making people. You're not gonna live with just the nine of us all the time, are you?

……

The idea of creating someone other than us has never been in the process before.

The time when the pleasure of being with the nine of us and the comfort of being together were felt the most.

It was my first mistake not to want a change around this time.

"With more people, you have to make more food and more houses. There could be a feud."

Ellis has the same polite tone of trouble.

I nodded.

"It sure is. But more manpower helps. If we're going to make this a country called Vabel and investigate this perimeter in the future, more people will be better off."

"... sure. Maybe we're the only ones with a limit."

The first person to agree with me was Klondor.

When Klondor admitted it, the others began to take it seriously.

Not many of them here seem to have any good feelings for what they call the masses.

I have been abused and tormented by a crowd of men, by others, by the mighty.

All those who said so.

That's why I look so anxious, with a strange face.

I was about to cry as far as Demeteris.

"Are you okay? Demeteris."

"Hey Utice, are there going to be more people? Can't we just do this? I'll be abused."

"That's not true. I'll protect you."

Utice comforts Demeteris, as if to abandon a toddler.

Watching Utice like that, Tritania shows her anger, "Don't look good to a person's sister".

I'm serious. I'm telling you, listen to me.

In the first place, when I said why I suggested that we should create a human being, where I suggested that we create a "concept of death," probably because everyone thought we would reject it.

However, in previous experience, when the majority of these nine face a situation that amounts to virtual death, it automatically becomes a "reset".

And until now, it was settled within a good day, to say the least.

If you are attacked by a shadow monster, there is nothing to do. In a day, the game is over and the beginning is repeated.

Then no one can realize that there is no concept of death, and there is no time to avoid it.

There were some circles where I tried to talk and convince them, but that just aroused suspicion, and in the end, there was a "fire in the loom cabin" and the shadow monster appeared and swallowed us.

That's right.

The case of the weaving cabin was always a turning point.

Sometimes I struggled thinking it would be nice not to make this case, but it happened in any way, always, to make it happen, and because of that, Magiliva fell in love with Klondor.

I always check that moment.

Well, that doesn't matter.

Did my suggestion inspire you when you named Vabel?

In the meantime, Acromeia began to make earthly, people-like things.

The flora and fauna that feed were acromeias that were created without difficulty, but it seems difficult to make people, and it can be said that the prototype was just a noodle and a moving earthling shape.

There, we pursue a life form that incorporates and contemplates the spatial elements on which Klondor retains his memory.

Others become enthusiastic about using their magic to create “dolls”.

This is the origin of the Golem.

The golem branched out and became a giant soldier or a human being, that's all.

The Golem is obedient to us, working and powerful.

The daily work was much easier thanks to the golem, and thanks to the golem production, each magic progressed.

Eventually, Acromeia succeeds in producing the perfect person.

The first man was the figure of a girl.

However, although I had words and intelligence, I could not really make you feel emotional.

Magiliva names this first girl “Naia”.

Everyone adored Naia, like my child.

In particular, the drowning of his biological parent, Acromeia, had something amazing.

Even then, Acromeia will produce many human beings.

Unlike Acromeia, who is immersed in the study of making human beings, it is true that researchers who dedicate everything to the creation of life - "giant soldiers” and “humanity” - may also have been an element in carving out a first circle and another destiny.

Acromeia changed, little by little.

I was fascinated by the dangers of saying that I would make life, that I was grasping its fate.

Rather, it may be better to say that he became God from man, faster than anyone else.

One day, an important “Naia” died.

Rather than that, I was attacked by a situation worthy of death.

It fell off a cliff. It's no strange situation for a normal person to die.

As a matter of fact, I was the one who led him to the cliff, but no one knew about it.

Everyone grieved over this.

Especially Acromeia's mourning and grieving appearance, there was something he could not see.

They carefully buried Naia, assuming she was dead.

But Naia came back to us a few days later.

Lost flesh and voice, in a contoured dark shadow figure.

Everyone was surprised by Naia, who looked like this.

It was horrible and badly blurred, but it just stood on the side and didn't do any harm.

But he didn't even let us in, and even Naia, who had no emotions, seemed sad.

She was a made life, but there was certainly a soul there, and there seemed to be no place to go after death.

This led me to let everyone know that there was no "concept of death” in this world.

As I say I've been waiting for this moment, I tell Acromeia.

"Let's make the concept of death, Acromeia."

……

"This is what Naia looks like because there is no place for the soul of a dead creature. This is a shadow monster. There must be plenty more."

Acromeia, who was delighted to have Naia back, made me horribly frigid and stared at me.

"What are you talking about, Hadefis? I thought we didn't want to die, so I guess we came here. Besides, I'll make Naia's flesh again."

"But wait. There is nothing scarier than saying that there is no death. Because there is death, life is more established. This isn't just about Naia."

……

At this time, I understand what I'm talking about is a hazy look at Klondor and Utice.

They put their hands on their jaws and thought about the phenomenon of Naia in front of them and the concept of death.

"... duh, what's wrong, Hadefis? Why did you do that all of a sudden..."

Magiliva asked anxiously.

She still didn't seem to understand what the situation was like.

Surely there is no one who suddenly tells you to make death and not be upset.

Everyone was afraid of death. That's normal.

But I thought there was no other way to avoid death than to make it.

I desperately appealed to him because Acromeia was the only one who could make the concept of death.

"Later, an undead creature became a shadow monster and attacked us. Before that, if we don't create the concept of death and create a place for dead organisms to go, we're just going to repeat the same thing."

……

"Underground,. Underground, let's make a world of the dead. It's Krondor, your spatial abilities that can do that. And the only person who can make the concept of death is Acromeia... you."

Acromeia narrowed her eyes to me in such a tone that she understood everything.

"... how the hell do you know that?

"... it"

"Well, I don't even know what that idea is. But if you created a world of the dead in the basement, someone will have to manage it. What are we going to do about it..."

……

Just a little push silence.

I felt the swinging sound of the branch leaves of the great tree arrive, whispering.

That's good, that's as if you're whispering good.

Always. We are led and turned away by that great tree.

I nodded small.

"I'll manage the world of the dead. So there's no need to complain."

This was the decisive hit.

To find a new route and move on.

Acromeia then creates the concept of death, and Krondor creates the land of the dead.

While I travel to and from the land of the dead, I manage.

In the underground world, the souls of dead life began to gather unconditionally.

Naia was among them. Because no matter what hand Acromeia used, Naia didn't get back to normal.

Now, that created the concept of death, here's what happened after that.

As always, the "fire in the weaving cabin" happened so that it could happen, but this switched from the first “Ellis' fault” to the “runaway golem” who was helping weave the machine.

This was handled as an accident and the girls fit the hard eye, but it wasn't as disturbing as the first.

Furthermore, the creation of the Land of the Dead did not reveal a "shadow monster” that would serve as a reset.

I finally made it through here.

We're going to walk, the fate of a world called Mayday.

If that's what you have, the end-of-the-life path you've been hitting. It was as if that thick rock door had opened.

And then we can't move on until now, we move on to a new era.

We will develop the golem more, increase the number of humans, and explore not only the vicinity of the great tree, but also the place where we left Vabel in large numbers.

Mayday develops and builds exactly one world.

From one point on, our age growth stopped.

We lived a long time without change and never got tired of making the world a luxury.

Of these, the world will be divided into nine parts, each with its own land.

At the Great Conference, Vabel became of Demeteris, the son of Daiki.

This is the birthplace of the Holy Land Vabilophos, the roots of the Green Witch.

I didn't get land on earth because I have a land of the dead, and I said I didn't need it.

Therefore, the other seven divide the pioneering land into seven equal parts and push for the creation of an ideal country.

At first, maybe that's what they were working together on.

But there are still feelings that if you have a country, each will be king, and if you become king, you will be born.

Let's make it richer than his country.

Let's make him a lot bigger than his country.

Let's make it a powerful country. Let's build military strength.

I want that country.

That's right. Let's make an alliance with that country… let's make a deal for it.

Sprouting ambition is something no one can stop.

The Nine, who had their country independently, were kings of nations and ceased to be like their original close family.

Hence the adversarial mind was created.

I also know very well that Acromeia, in particular, was burning a sense of rivalry against Klondor.

Klondor would also have thought that Acromeia didn't want to lose.

That said, the sense of confrontation, often, gave rise to strife.

So much, everyone wanted peace...

In comparison, the underground world where the souls of the dead gathered, was quiet.

It was dark but calm anyway.

It would be a recoil for you to take off from the resetting phenomenon.

I don't have to get involved with the troublesome guys on the ground, and I'm sorry for the troublesome competition. I don't want to do anything.

Eventually, I will be almost completely deserted and dragged underground.