The Mightiest Hero of Black ~My Party Members Betrayed Me so I’ll Stick With The Strongest Monster~

Why do parents decide on a child's name? Why do you not question being called a name for life at the whim of your parents?

Jean II has had intense dissatisfaction with his name since he became conscientious.

"Your name was taken from the famous Light Warrior. It's II, so go on later."

Hatred swirled in Jean's chest that he wanted to kill his father, who he said laughingly. Jean didn't grow up healthy, either because of the influence of his joking name or because of his original nature.

They grow up as evil kids when they kill creatures, screw the weak, and steal. And ironically, he had a strong aptitude for dark attributes that contradicted light.

After realizing this, Jean's malice accelerates more.

Ultimately, he tormented and killed his parents as an experiment in dark magic and embarked on a journey with a lucid expression.

Freed from my parents, I didn't throw away Jean II's name. To remember my anger. I don't know how many crimes I've committed on a 10-year wandering journey. No one was any match for Jean - until that day.

A masked brave man was accidentally visiting the small village where he stopped by chance. Besides, it's inevitable that you want to test your powers if you hear of the same dark black (Ankokuku) user as Jean. Look at the gap in the brave. Jean is attacked... in return. For one thing, it was the first time that the moves didn't make sense.

"You will be reborn today. You must never hurt people with that magic again. Promise. Next time... there won't be. '

After three years, Jean has not forgotten the words spoken in a slightly tired voice. But that means remembering it as a raw material for anger.

In fact, the next day he was killing others. Because it was necessary to be stronger.

Six months later, Jean was scouted by [Chain of Reapers] and now works as a member of the Demon Prop Hunt.

In a closing liquor store on the edge of the organ.

Jean drinks up like he drinks alone. Then the door opens and the tall man tells him without a greeting.

"It's a message from him. There was movement in the vault. There may be a demon prop out tonight."

"Heh, that guy. Say it by name, Cass. I don't care if it's under my fucking name."

"I don't know who's listening. Don't call me that. I made a report. And then you're on your own."

When the man left, Jean spit on the floor and threw it away. That's not a member of the [Chain of Reapers], and Jean and I only have a minimal relationship. The man's boss and organization are business partners connected by money.

Drink up and go outside. The sunshine was time to not reach the town anymore.

Dark aptitudes are doomed at night. It is not uncommon for those with exceptional increases in magic and physical abilities. Furthermore, their privilege is that any psychic attacks with magic or tools will not work.

In other words, the fittest of darkness will not be brainwashed by anyone, nor will he accept the magic of the mental agitation system. That's why I was often chosen as an agent.

Now, Jean moved near the joint vault of the Life Guild and the Magic Prop Society to sink herself completely into the dark ground.

The vault has a special key and cannot be forced into the vault because the wrong cipher activates highly destructive magic.

"The wait is Dahl, isn't it? Damn."

Now is the time for patience. If you continue to take away magic items and sooner or later promote them to executives of the organization, you can even obtain items to strengthen your dark magic. Then he first killed the masked brave man and then fantasized about taking over one of the towns.

Have you waited four hours in the dark?

Finally, the time has come for Jean to move out.

A threesome enters the warehouse at 1: 30 at night and comes out in half an hour with three small luggage trucks.

To match, the well-guarded Gatai gather at the entrance with Zorozoro. It's like telling them that waiting long enough for a large number of people would bring out the magic props, so they deliberately waited elsewhere.

"Wasted effort, hard work. Kukuku"

What perverts the flesh into darkness and moves freely through the dark is called 'black swimming'. It was also possible to travel faster and dive overnight if the user was as good as Jean.

Before breakfast things like going near their feet and eavesdropping on conversations.

"Look, we can't ever let this magic trick take away from us."

"Exactly. Subran, do me a favour."

"Yes, leave it to me."

In such a way that the other two send ales to a plump, stature middle-aged man. Jean's survey works. I guess this sub run carries valuable magic equipment,.

All three of them push the carrier in a different direction as they attach four or five escorts.

"... other than that sub run, there's a chance of a fake."

I'm not stupid there either. He is desperately fighting demonic prop hunting because he has been damaged many times. The escort should be strong, too.

But it's all for nothing! and in disdain, Jean tracks the sub-runs silently. After five minutes, it was the best place for robbery.

It's not a boulevard but the road is wide, but at night it's where people don't go first.

First, Jean took care of the rear escort. Jump up from the cobblestone. Pull out the sword. Slashed the galloping empty neck muscle as it fell.

I killed him - the certainty.

But it was instantly destroyed by the lack of feeling.

I haven't slashed anything......

Disappeared?

No, thank you. The escort seems to have been dragged into the darkness underfoot.

Jean sinks again and moves behind another escort before being found by the sub-runs who turn to the footsteps of the landing.

Now the same phenomenon, even if the slaughter is definitely carried out. What's strange is that it doesn't come out of the dark. Even though I don't seem like a user of dark magic.

"What are you!?

"Chi, have you seen it? Then die."

Taking the knife from his nostalgia, Jean quickly throws it at the rest of the escort, but disappears again just before it hits his forehead.

"What the hell is going on!

The one who stays, yelling at Subran, but he's not being dragged into someone again in an instant.

Trap???

Or fellow??

Violently confusing Jean. I call out to something I can't see as I guard my surroundings.

"Enemy or support from me, clarity!

At the same time when I finished saying that, I was silent but returned the answer. Feeling the signs of annoyance behind his back, he turned around - a kick flew in front of him more than a brunette.

Though Jean was quick to cross and guard his arms, he was intense enough to be easily blown away a few meters.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...!

Jean's entire cell recognized the brunette youth as a dangerous enemy.