MEMORIES AND ABU HORMUZ

Volume 2 Chapter 11 - Leave This to Me!

I'm great, right? Shit, of course. I'm really cool. I am more man than God. Wait, whose god? Um, the Dark God? Skulheills? Let it be, don't care. I'm really damned.

Because I'm not dead yet.

Marco breathed a long breath. Even for a genius Mr. Marco, after all, this might have been a little too messy. Maybe he's done? Everything. Like the. This is THE END. Might as well.

It didn't look like he failed to straighten out his thoughts.

He began to curse himself. Except not true. Okay, maybe he did. A tad.

But the most important thing is, he's still alive. That was a miracle. Marco has done what no other can do. There is no harm in proud of that. He felt that doing such a thing would perfect his chaotic self. Every intelligent being in this world should complete Mr. Marco.

“...Isn't that right, Zodiac?” marco asked, glancing towards the purple-coloured demon hovering above his face.

Satan is a slave of the Dark God Skulheill, summoned using the Dark Knight's magic [DARK INVITATION]. The appearance of a demon changed according to the number of Vice that a Dark Knight had collected, and Marco's demon resembled a headless human body, with two holes around the chest for his eyes, underneath was a mouth that smiled widely.

{No, no, no no no, not at all, no no..} the demon hissed.

The Zodiac's mouth rippled as he spoke, and his voice was like several small children whispering together. Before Marco got used to him, the demon really bothered him, and even as time went on, it could still give him goosebumps.

“Tak what. Still better accompanied by you than alone here.”.

{Davis, cowards, cowards cowards cowards cowards cowards cowards cowards cowards cowards.

“Oys. So you said that I was a coward.”

{Cockful coward coward coward... Eeeehehehehe.. coward... hehehe.... coward....}.

“Stop that.” Marco raised his hand to strike the demon, but before he could do so, the Zodiac had already flown upwards and could not reach it.

{Eeeehehe... ehehehe... ehehehe... cowardly cowardly cowardly cowardly cowardly cowardly cowardly cowardly cowardly cowardly cowardly cowardly cowardly cowardly coward.

“Damn, why? Zodiac..” Marco bent his knees toward his chest and pretended to cry. But the Zodiac failed to catch its point, so Marco gave up and instead said, “Serah. I can't believe I can go back to the fourth level.”

Yes, Marco is no longer in the fifth level that looks like a blacksmith's workshop, he has managed to return to the fourth level, namely the agricultural sector. How he got back there was truly a miracle of God. He let Barto climb the stairs first, and finally he ran, ran, ran for his life until he was lucky to find another submerged well.

He remembered he kicked a few kobolds while riding his rope, but in any case, a few fifth-tier kobolds managed to catch up to him. Luckily, on the fourth level, a gate to the animal enclosure was left open. Then Marco entered into it, ****-the mice inside were panicking and making a fuss, thus making Marco also confused.

It wasn't a good plan, but Marco felt it was better than nothing. After that, he crawled past the cage***-mouse and****-worm, beating the kobolds that followed him one by one, until there was no one left. And now here it is now. In a cage ****-worm, contacted by ***-worm.

Just Marco, the Zodiac, and a creature with a lump of flesh.

“Wait... what if..”.

Marco poked one of the pigs. There's no response. Then he slapped her with his palm. Nothing happened.

“Great. Amazing.”

Well then, then... Marco tried to pinch the thick skin *** those worms. ****-the worm looked at Marco with its gloomy, black eyes half-covered by his body and let out a voice like “gufuugufu” to him.

“Ja-don't get angry..”

Gufu! Gufu!

“Wah—wait, stop it! Don't.. caress your body to my face! Eww..”

Bufufu!

“No, don't—lick... What's wrong with your tongue? Feels like ampelas..”

Fuufu...

****-the worm began to lie down to him. Marco tried to get rid of him, but couldn't. The pigs are very strong. He can't get rid of her. Suddenly, the pigs enveloped Marco, and as Marco wriggled and tried to get away,***the worms twisted tighter. But when Marco fell silent, the pigs were calm.

“Serious...? This creature feels good about me... Damn it..”

“Stop laughing at me, Zodiac!”

{Dead! Die now, die now! Taken by Skulheill! Take take take grab!}

“Don't say such terrible things..”.

{penakut... timid cowards cowards cowards cowards cowards cowards cowards cowards cowards cowards cowards cowards.. eeehehehe..!}

“Still say coward, huh..”.

He's not alone. He is accompanied by the Zodiac and****worms are starting to like him. Alone without help.

“This creature stinks... disgusting..”.

There was no point in denying it, so he felt it was better to say, **** - the worms smell like urine. Being in the cage of****-worm is really bad and too disgusting, but if he leaves, he risks being seen by one of the top kobolds on patrol. If only one-on-one with a tip, Marco believes he can beat him. He can win. He's pretty strong.

But he's exhausted too. He did not want to waste his energy. If he insisted, he could defeat one, or perhaps two tips easily, but he felt like resting now. Even a fearless indomitable Dark Knight, needed a break as well.

The plan now was to rest, rebuild his strength, then start moving again.

“I have to leave here in my own strength.”.

Barto. Vina. Alice. Luci... Haruhiro hiro. Their faces suddenly appeared in his mind. No. They won't come. Or rather, he couldn't make himself believe that his friends would come back to save him.

Marco let out a little, flat laugh. “...Because I already know. You all hate me. I've known for a long time.”

Butwhy? Why does everyone hate me? No one could remember their past, so he couldn't understand why. Maybe it was because he could not be friendly or at least pretend to be friendly. It makes him sick, thinking of being friendly to others or caring about them. And said something that did not fit his heart... He can't do it even if someone forces him.

But even if he understood, Marco couldn't stop. And why should he try to stop like that? After all, he was just being himself. Trying to act like a Mr. Good Man, just to trick people into liking him, is beyond common sense. He doesn't want people to like him because of his fake personality.

And he doesn't care if he's hated. If people hate him, it's okay. Hater will always hate. Those who understand him, will be able to accept him, or so Marco thought. And out there there must be people who understand will? His pride? Something like that.

People who can accept it, and appreciate it, they might be out there. So it's nothing. Those who do not understand themselves can continue to ignore them. But even so, aren't they comrades in arms? Marco is also part of the team.

In his view, he has contributed to the team to date, and he intends to continue to do so. He believed it, sooner or later, others would understand it. They will understand the dignity of a Mr. Marco. And when they understand that they have underestimated Marco, their attitude towards him will change.

Marco knew they didn't understand that. Not enough time has passed. Then he goes and does it. something like “You go first, leave this to me”.

“But it..”.

Yep. Someone must have done it, if there was a chance. It was a reflex action, for a man. There's no choice but to do it. A man who can't do it is no longer a man. Even if she was a woman, she probably would. If Marco was a woman, he knew he could still do it.

He was just expecting it. That opportunity had already been missed. After his comrades realized how great he was. That might have been really cool, if the opportunity to do THAT came after they really realized how valuable Marco was for the team. Haruhiro, that boodoohh, may have cried. Barto might scream. And the women, they'll all probably fall in love with him.

There's no way we can leave our precious Lord Marco! They'll say it. Everyone, we have to save him! They'll say it. That's probably what's happening right now.

But it's too early. The time came too early.

“Then, it means I'm a little too fast..?”.

Or am I wrong? Marco spoke to himself, sighing deeply. But no, he couldn't expect everything to come to his rescue. No one will come to help him. He's got to find a way out of here all by himself.

{Dead! Eheehehe! Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead! Dead dead dead dead dead! Keehehehehe... coward coward coward coward coward!}

The devil's bad personality really pierced into Marco's heart. His Dark Knight guild master once said, “A demon is a reflection of his summoner. He resembles the Dark Knight who calls him.”

You gotta be kidding me, that's what Marco wants to shout about, but the master, Cidney Agguro, is creepy. The master is not here now, but Marco knows if he denies the master's words, he might die on the spot. That's how scary that guy is.

“Which, I think I still have a little bit of anger stored in me now,” Marco grumbled as a smile appeared on his face.

I can do it, I'll be fine, Marco told himself that. You'll see, Haruhiro. I'm gonna get out of here in my own power. And when you're surprised by that, you can kneel in front of me...