He looked at the girl with a weary gaze; by her tone, she must know what was going on. "What the hell was that, and who are you?"
The girl chuckled and stood up. She dusted her dress before jumping down to the ground, landing gracefully as her bare foot touched the scorching earth.
She did not answer but instead began walking towards Kamiya with her hands behind her back, her sash gently moving with each step. Only when she drew closer did she speak. "Me?, You can call my kind by many names, Vice, Darkness, Evil, Devil, and all the other unsavory things. Still, I am simply a HellSpawn, a squirming piece of cancer cut away from the flesh of gods, consuming the waste of life they had kept behind and slowly trying to grow into a much larger cancer."
She continued walking but her eyes now began to warp unnaturally. "I am a cancer cur off from the flesh of the
Finally, she arrived in front of the kneeling Kamiya and sat in front of him. "You can call me Nuzres though, little King."
She outstretched both her arms and gently grabbed his cheeks, she smiled again, gently caressing his cheeks. "Your skin is so soft and delicate, I just want to cling to you forever."
Kamiya's lips twitched; his body hurt, so he couldn't move, but he spoke. "Why are you touching me?"
Nuzres tilted her head and pressed her palm on his cheeks. "Why do you ask? Well, simply because I wish to be an attendant of the little King until he finds his throne."
Kamiya furrowed his brows, he ignored the fact that a Hellspawn survived being atomized and spoke to it. "Stop calling me that, and what does King even mean, and finding my throne?"
"You're so mean little king~ but anyways, the reason I cal you King is because you must have been brought to this world from your original world and obtained some powers, the fallen gods and the Dark angels awaken once your kind arrives, you beings are called Divine King's and each of you have a specific ability and you all have to reach the inverted golden city and claim your thrones which will allow you to cleanse this world from the plight of the fallen gods and Dark angels. But before you all go there, you inevitably get slain by 'Heroes' who are the chosen vestiges of the evil gods and Dark Angels, or get killed by them instead, and you will all be treated as nothing but disasters by some inhabitants of this world."
Kamiya regained a bit of strength and he let out a sigh after hearing her information. "That definitely sounds bad...so can I understand why you aren't attacking me, I am at my weakest."
Nuzres retracted her hands from his cheeks and spoke with a somewhat proud look. "Hmm well it's because a Divine King would need to refine a piece of a deity with their authority to form a Divine Symbol and I so happen to be available, so my King...let me be one with you...of.course after you have learned to properly control your authority, whatever it is."
He staggered up and wobbled as he held his head. He looked at Nuzres and deliberated on her words.
_Can't believe I got hit by a truck to land in this ominous world, ugh, I have no choice but to believe Nuzres_
"I am injured so I can't really come to a decision." Kamiya awkwardly scratched his head while dusting his clothes.
Nuzres stood up from the ground and reached for her sash, bringing out the stone she had been polishing earlier. "I can heal you slightly or not, it depends on how much the stone weighs on the scale, and also on your deeds."
Kamiya eyed the stone Nuzres held. It was a dark, obsidian-like pebble, unremarkable save for its intense, light-devouring blackness. It didn't look like a healing item; it looked like something you'd find in a haunted graveyard.
"Weight on the scale?" Kamiya asked, his voice rough. "My deeds? What are you, some accounting spirit?"
Nuzres giggled again, tilting her head like a curious bird. "In a way, yes. This is a fragment of the Scale of Judgment, little King. The god I was excised from—the Judgeful Court King—was obsessed with balance. This fragment measures the gravity of an action, the balance of cause and consequence. Since you just destroyed a good chunk of her manifestation and incinerated the town where those nice Beastmen lived, your 'deeds' are... rather heavy."
She held the stone out on her open palm. As she did, faint, illusory wisps of black smoke curled around it, forming a tiny, perfect image of a balancing scale. On one pan, the stone sat; the other pan remained empty.
"If the stone weighs heavier than the consequence, you get a slight reward—a small energy boost, maybe a minor wound repair,"
Nuzres explained, her voice turning clinical. "If the consequence outweighs the stone, well, the price is paid 3by you. Let's see how much energy you spent 47 the cosmos."
She then pressed the stone directly against Kamiya's forehead.
The moment it touched his skin, a searing, white-hot pain shot through his skull. Kamiya gasped, stumbling backward and clutching his head.
The illusory scale flared violently. The pan holding the black stone remained solid, but the empty pan began to fill rapidly with abstract, swirling energy—the weight of the power he had just discharged using the Tongue of Phenomena.
"Oh my! You drained yourself to zero, little King! And look at that cost!" Nuzres exclaimed, a hint of genuine surprise mixed with delight in her tone. "An entire town, a chunk of the goddess's manifestation, the complete destruction of an ancient relic, and the use of the ancient Banishment command. That's a heavy consequence."
The empty pan of the illusory scale continued to sink, becoming far heavier than the stone on the other side.
"The Scale requires immediate payment," Nuzres stated, her jade eyes fixed on the scale, not on Kamiya's distress. "Since you have no available power or 'deeds' left to offer, it must extract the cost from your Time and Memory."
Kamiya felt a sudden, terrifying emptiness behind his eyes. He didn't forget who he was, but a significant chunk of his mundane past—the faces of some old classmates, the layout of his old neighborhood, the memory of his favorite meal—vanished, sucked away to balance the cosmic ledger. The loss wasn't painful, but the void it left was terrifying.
Simultaneously, the draining sensation in his body eased. The sharp, internal burning stopped, and the dull, exhausted ache faded into a manageable soreness. He still felt weak, but he could stand straight without wobbling.
Nuzres removed the stone, which now seemed faintly lighter.
"There," she said sweetly, tucking the fragment back into her sash. "A fair exchange. You're no longer bleeding out, and the Scale is momentarily satisfied. Now, little King, do we have an agreement? I am your guide, your healer, and your very own cancer-piece Divine Symbol. Until you find your throne, I cling to you."
Kamiya took a deep, shaky breath, tasting the air filled with ash. He rubbed the spot where the stone had been pressed, his mind reeling from the sudden, inexplicable gap in his life memories. He looked at the girl—the Hellspawn named Nuzres—who had just extracted a toll from his soul.
"You're horrifying" he stated bluntly, the terror lending an edge to his voice.
Nuzres smiled, seeming immensely pleased by the compliment. "A King needs a formidable attendant, doesn't he?"
Kamiya looked at the massive crater where the cit
had been, then at the inverted golden structure in the sky, and finally back at the unsettling, powerful little girl in front of him.
He was completely alone, utterly lost, and carried a dangerous power that cost him his own past.
He sighed, the sound heavy with resignation. "Fine. Nuzres. Guide me. But if you try to make me do something I hate, I will not make you my divine symbol."
Nuzres put the stone in the Sash while giving him a small smile. "Understood, little king. Now, we should be headed to the inverted city, which would take us a few years, depending on the challenges we are faced with or if you haven't fully mastered your Authority."
Felling a bit better, Kamiya stares at the second sun and lets out a slightly hazy breath, it seems he was going to have a really bad time in this world.
_Wait, Nuzres mentioned us kings, so that meant there are more like me huh?_
With that thought in his mind, Kamiya reassured himself that he was not alone to suffer in this world, scratching his hair, he walked towards the floating inverted city that was countless miles
He wouldn't believe Nuzre's words that say it could take a few years for him to reach the inverted city.
_..But this is a strange world so it may be true...Damn it, do I really have to follow a sentient piece of divine cancer that can literally eat my memories...well most probably since I would probably die without getting her help_
Going through his internal episode, Kamiya walked, forcing himself to ignore the vast, glowing crater behind them and the strange, unsettling lightness in his memories. Every few steps, he glanced over his shoulder at Nuzres, who skipped beside him with unnerving cheerfulness.
"You said there are others, 'Divine Kings,' like me," Kamiya said, trying to organize the torrent of new, bizarre informatand ion. "Hoand w, many?"
Nu,zres, busy exaand mining a burn,t leaf, looked up and smiled. "Historically, there are always five."
_Four other people got reincarnated with me...that makes the world a little less lonely I guess_
The two continued walking ahead, at some point they went through a quiet section of the forest, and entered. At other times, Nuzres picked up small berries and strange-looking things from the ground and placed them into her sash.
Other times she would wander off and only returned after an hour had passed, she was a weird little creature, like an animal who had a lot to do and had a low attention span.
Kamiya observed that she was sometimes childish and some times mature, she also didn't stop talking and always spoke about hiding away from the mindless creatures once it became dark, she also talked about looking out for glowing colorful shards which she had strange interests in and also some other things.
Kamiya didn't know.
_ My head hurts_
He continued walking, ignoring the lingering thought, his body still hurt but he could endure it.
_Everything looks blurry_
His movements began slow and his eyes drooping.
For about four hours he was walking nonstop with no rest so he was drained and if he did account to the loss of some of his memories and the fight with Shingensha, he should have rested for a few days before even going towards the second sun.
Nuzres, who had been focused on meticulously wrapping a piece of dried vine around a particularly luminous, blue-green beetle she'd caught, finally noticed Kamiya's slowing pace. She stopped, her head tilting slightly.
"Little King?" she chirped, the unnatural cheer in her voice cutting through the thick exhaustion that was dragging Kamiya down. "You're walking like a broken doll. Stop."
Kamiya tried to argue, to maintain the forward momentum he felt was vital, but when he opened his mouth, all that escaped was a weak, involuntary grunt. His vision truly was blurring, the tree line swaying and melting into indistinct shapes, and the inverted city in the distance looked less like a destination and more like a crushing weight ready to fall on him.
"I… I'm fine," he managed, but his knees buckled slightly, and he swayed on the spot.
Nuzres dropped the beetle and the vine, her jade eyes losing their playful light and becoming sharp, clinical, and unnervingly focused. The sudden shift in her demeanor was far more frightening than her casual sadism.
"You are not fine," she stated, walking quickly back to him. She pressed the back of her small hand against his forehead. "You are crashing. The Scale was satisfied, not repaid. You still ran on reserves that are meant for your future self. That's why your memories were taken—it was the payment for the sheer Authority you wielded, not just the energy cost."
She frowned, a deep line appearing between her brows. "If you force yourself further, you won't just lose a favorite meal; you might forget how to walk, or worse, forget the purpose of your Authority entirely. We are not safe here, but neither are we safe if you become a vegetable."
Nuzres immediately took action, her movements efficient. She grabbed Kamiya's arm and began dragging him off the invisible path and deeper into the forest foliage, pulling him toward a thick cluster of low-hanging, broad-leafed trees that offered dense natural cover.
After they reached a suitable clearing, Nuzres reached into her sash and brought out a large mat..