Gallarus gave up on waging endless wars. He lost all hope—and that was when his unique skill ended its dormancy. That skill gave him the power to destroy everything around him.
The wars ended. Gallarus united the world under his rule. He scoured the land to find every enemy soldier and killed them all, and then he destroyed anything that was left of the enemy kingdoms. His own people’s respect turned to fear. When their king returned without so much as a scratch on him, the victory was celebrated in silence.
After that, Gallarus was like an empty husk. He’d given up hope and had no more patience. He ruled the world as he saw fit, becoming the dictator that Agni had once accused him of being. He was no longer willing to listen to others.
The peaceful world was intensely boring to Gallarus, but then one day, he met someone who finally offered him some amusement.
“Well, I’ll be. You survived my attack.”
“This is the first time I was struck on first sight…” Voroderia, God of Darkness, laughed. “What a sad world. You seem miserable, too.”
“Hmph. It’s a world with only one victor.”
Gallarus looked out a window. There were no kingdoms beside his. Past the borders of Arvosa, there was only wasteland.
“Well, you may take what I’m about to tell you to be good news, then. I’m going to isolate this world.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means I’m plucking the strongest inhabitants of various worlds to use in another world.”
Gallarus grinned, finding it hard to believe how lucky he was. After giving up hope of ever finding a worthy opponent, he was going to be taken to some!
“This sounds too good. What’s the catch?”
“For you, there’s no catch… As for what’s in it for me, should you become able to go outside the place I’m about to send you to, I’d like you to rampage to your heart’s content.”
“And if I don’t go outside?”
“Well, I truly hope you will.”
The God of Darkness began to cut out Gallarus’s world from its space.
“Oh, and by the way, don’t go all out fighting the other people I’ll put you with.”
“You don’t want us to kill one another?”
“You’re tough as a diamond, but so are they. You won’t kill any of them without dying in the process, too, I’m afraid.”
When Voroderia melted into nothingness, Gallarus burst into laughter, delighted at the prospect of going to a new world where powerful rivals awaited. He thought that maybe, he’d finally find something that would give meaning to his life.
Without hesitation, Gallarus strode into the pitch-black space that opened before him. On the other side, he met the other “diamonds”—the Evil Overlords.
When Shuutarou appeared in their castle, Gallarus couldn’t stand him. Someone becoming a king without having worked for it—it reminded Gallarus of himself, and he didn’t like it.
And the worst part is, the boy is a weakling…
Shuutarou didn’t look like a worthy opponent to Gallarus. He didn’t seem to have any quality that would justify him being Gallarus’s master, so Gallarus had no intention of treating him as such. In the giant’s eyes, the boy had one use only—to enable Gallarus to go to the world outside the castle.
But Gallarus’s thinking completely changed the day Shuutarou created Regiuria. When Gallarus saw it, he understood for the first time what an ideal king should be.
He breathed life into an empty space, creating a world populated with diverse peoples in a way that ensures their peaceful coexistence… A world where mutual respect is taken for granted and individual weaknesses are negated through cooperation as everyone strives together toward improvement…
Regiuria was an environment that enabled its citizens continuous growth. It was a little world with infinite potential, whose residents would surely surpass Gallarus—who prided himself at being the strongest of all—at some point. This little world was what Gallarus had always wanted, what he’d searched for, and what he’d tried to build himself, ultimately failing. The fact that creating Regiuria came so easily to Shuutarou humbled him deeply.
“He truly is the king of kings…”
For the first time in his life, Gallarus pledged his loyalty to another.
He may lead me to where I never managed to arrive by myself.
Gallarus suppressed his overgrown ambition and let a new chapter of his life begin—a chapter where he was no longer king.