Nanomachine Emperor

Emperor Reinhardt

There were two major modifiers to refer to him.

Grimace tyrant.

and warlords.

As the name suggests, the people were starving because of the endless war.

Politics stained with blood and fear. Poverty and starvation were rampant.

But even the demonic emperor was human after all.

The hero Malfiel’s rebellion succeeded, and news of the emperor’s death spread like wildfire across the empire.

Everyone was enthusiastic about the death of Emperor Reinhardt.

No one mourned his death.

not even one.

‘To have a headache.’

Sit on the throne and grab your head.

I twist my body and try to resist the pain.

However, this headache of clenched teeth was never used to.

‘This fucking worm.’

It feels like bugs are crawling in my head.

I’ve always had a headache since I was little.

However, the famous doctor who searched all over the world and the divine power treatment by the saintess and the Holy Emperor were all useless.

Instead of alleviating the condition, it only got worse.

if only one.

Only the battlefield, which caused extreme tension, made me forget this pain.

Thanks to this, the territory of the empire prospered.

Almost half of the continent came under the control of the Empire.

A feat no emperor dared to accomplish.

It is something to be praised and praised for.

But I still have a headache.

“Tyrant Reinhardt. Emperor deserves to die.”

Malfiel.

A son born between a human and a god. The one who gained immortality by defeating Hydra, the giant monster, with his bare hands, and capturing Cerberus, the dog guarding the underworld, alive.

A great hero who inherited the title of ‘Valhalla’ from the gods for the first time in humans, a living myth!

A real alien monster would refer to that guy.

He, who lives a life in contrast to mine, arrived in front of me before I knew it.

“······ Seeing your face makes my head hurt even more.”

He said, clutching his throbbing head.

Blood was flowing like a river in the imperial palace.

They all died without missing a single one.

To that monstrous Malfiel.

So I had no choice but to ask.

“You could have entered the city without blood, so why did you kill them all?”

The imperial palace was already in Malfiel’s hands.

Numerous nobles and soldiers who followed him would have given up my head even without seeing blood.

However, Malfiel killed all the ants without leaving a single baby.

“Because there is no way that a clean person could remain in this imperial palace.”

“Huh, I don’t think that’s what a praised great hero would say.”

“It needs cleaning. To purify this rotten empire, the world.”

I totally agree with that statement.

However, he did not ask why he killed innocent children.

I’m crazy too, but that guy wasn’t easy either.

He was hypocritical with fake justice.

A mysophobia named Justice. That is Malfiel.

“It’ll be recorded as killing me anyway, so it’ll be easy on the inside.”

The mad emperor didn’t want to die alone, so he even killed his children!

Obvious gossip.

It is drawn without even looking at it.

Malfiel shrugged.

“History favors the victors.”

exactly.

The contrast between winners and losers was clearly divided.

I will be remembered as the worst tyrant, and Malfiel will be remembered as the savior who killed such a tyrant.

‘Crazy monster bastard.’

In a way, it was a natural result.

Neither the best sword master on the continent nor the archmage of the 8th circle could stop that Malfiel.

Truly a one-man army.

‘I should have killed him before achieving the 12th feat.’

Performing 12 feats that only those recognized by the gods can perform.

Malfiel proudly succeeded in the fact that no one in human history had ever succeeded.

With an immortal body and not dying, do you have the guts to win?

“Kill the Demon Emperor Reinhardt!”

“Follow the great hero Malfiel!”

A beat later, a large number of people entered the palace carrying farm implements.

Eyes full of anger.

“Sad. A death that nobody mourns.”

Unlike the words, Malfiel’s mouth was smiling.

Kurung!

Kwajijik!

At the same time, a tremendous electric shock, enough to fill the palace, rushed into Malfiel.

Brain God Advent!

It was the true form of Malfiel, a half-human half-god who had accomplished twelve feats.

A sentence of inevitable death.

It’s showmanship.

It is to show off one’s mythical achievements to everyone.

It was the typical behavior of an interested patient.

Suddenly I became curious.

‘Could the bugs in my head drive me crazy, or is this my nature?’

Would I be crazy if there were no bugs or pain?

Or maybe this madness was my nature.

That moment.

Quarreureung!

Malfiel gathered the lightning like an arrow and shot it at me.

aaa!

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[… Charging complete.]

[······ ‘Nano Machine Zero’ starts to activate.]

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