I play a Evil God in Otome Game

"Well, well, look who we have here?"

Michael stood with his three friends, staring at the scrawny boy in front of them. The boy stepped away from his locker, his face paling for a moment.

"Isn't this the nerdy kid?" Michael grinned. The scrawny boy, Terry, who was often bullied by Michael, trembled, swallowing hard as he kept his head down.

Michael and his friends seemed to enjoy the situation immensely as they stepped forward, blocking Terry's escape. The students behind them ignored the scene, as if it were just an everyday occurrence. Michael placed a hand on Terry's shoulder.

"What's on the menu today, nerd?"

Terry lowered his head and quickly stammered, not wanting to anger his bullies. "I-I didn't bring any lunch today."

Michael's friend Zack frowned. "Don't lie. Your mom always packs your lunch. Now hand it over."

Terry's eyes welled up with tears, and he shook his head. "I really didn't bring anything."

"Stop lying," Zack growled, making Terry tremble even more. Michael frowned slightly, sensing there was something off about Terry's mood.

"Your mom's cooking is always great," Zack said with a nasty grin. "Too bad I can only eat her food. I'd like to eat something else of hers too."

"Don't talk about my mom like that!" Terry pushed Zack, but Zack retaliated with a punch to Terry's chin, making his head spin in pain. Zack looked down at Terry as if he were trash.

"What's going on here?"

A teacher, Mr. Justin, had witnessed the scene. His eyes narrowed as he saw Michael and his group cornering Terry. Zack's smirk quickly disappeared.

"We-"

"Are you bullying him?" Mr. Justin asked sharply, pulling Terry gently towards him. Zack immediately denied it.

"No, no, we were just joking around."

Mr. Justin wasn't convinced. His gaze fell on Terry's bruised chin, and his anger grew. Zack sighed, while Michael felt a twinge of guilt for what had happened to Terry.

"Go to the principal's office now," Mr. Justin said sternly. "I've had enough of this. Your families will be notified. Hopefully, next time, you'll remember what this place is about."

"Tch," Zack muttered but left without saying more. Michael hesitated for a moment, looking at Terry before walking away.

"Terry, don't tell your mom about this, okay?" Mr. Justin said gently, not wanting to worry a woman who worked two jobs to support her son.

Terry stared at the ground, his face momentarily showing anger, sorrow, and grief all at once. "If I still had a mom, I would've told her, Mr. Justin."

Mr. Justin was taken aback as Terry pulled his arm away and walked off without another word. Though Mr. Justin called after him, Terry didn't respond.

He left without looking back at anyone. Once outside, tears rolled down his cheeks as he sat beneath a tree.

"Damn it!" Terry hit the grass angrily. He sighed and stared at the ground in thought. "Why do I even have to be at this school?"

His mother was gone. He wasn't even sure how he'd pay for his school expenses. What could he do? Beg God for help?

He was scrawny, tired, and unfocused. His eyes were bloodshot. He had sold his phone, and his landlord would be coming soon.

What could Terry possibly do? Even the devil wouldn't bother with him. He wouldn't even glance at someone like him. After all, his soul must've been just as pathetic.

"Why can't I be like everyone else..." Terry questioned himself, feeling worse with each thought. His mind raced, torn between thoughts, as he didn't even bother going back to class when it started.

"I can help you..."

"Who's there? Another bully?" Terry asked dismissively without looking up. When he finally did, he was shocked to see no one around.

"Where are you?"

"I can give you power... Revenge, love, even authority..."

"Is this some kind of joke?" Terry glanced around, looking for a speaker or recording device but found none. All he saw was a piece of red leather.

"What is this...?"

Terry examined the strange hide in confusion. The voice grew louder, causing a sharp pain in his head. He clutched his head as his eyes flickered briefly.

"Have they wronged you? Teach them a lesson," the voice echoed in Terry's mind. He suspected the hide was the source of the voice, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"Are you the devil?"

"Something better—a messenger to aid you," the creature said, almost mockingly. Terry hesitated, staring at the leather in his hand.

"You sound like you're joking," Terry said, puzzled at the creature claiming to be an angel. The hide chuckled. "Humans in our world are so different. So weak and yet so arrogant."

Terry's eyes narrowed, trying to grasp what the creature meant by "our world." The voice continued.

"The weak are always trampled, but those who trample them become rulers. Yet you humans... Even on equal footing, you're against each other."

"Is that what makes us arrogant in your eyes?"

"No," the creature replied with a laugh. Its voice grew clearer as it established a stronger connection with Terry, seizing his mind.

"Your arrogance comes from your dissatisfaction," the creature mocked. "You don't appreciate what you have. Instead, you desire more while failing to protect and preserve what's already yours."

Terry thought there was truth in the creature's words. Having endured a life of pain, he could relate.

"So, what are you saying should happen?" Terry sensed the creature had an ulterior motive, not just idle chatter.

"Humans should be replaced by a better race," the creature said confidently. Terry frowned as the creature elaborated. "We grow stronger, evolve, and progress. Those who aid us become our equals. Your word for it would be 'friend.'"

"A friend?" Terry was surprised by the idea that the creature was offering him friendship. He couldn't understand why it was treating him so kindly.

"If you prove yourself to us, we will grant you what you've never had in your life," the creature whispered enticingly. "Power, women, beauty, wealth, and most importantly... respect."

Terry's eyes sparkled at the promises. The thought of Zack and his disgusting friends bowing before him made Terry almost burst into laughter.

"How do I prove myself?" Terry was eager to show his worth. The creature let out a pleased growl.

"Kill the one who let them torment you."

Terry wondered who the creature was referring to, feeling conflicted about taking a life. "I can't kill anyone."

The creature smirked at first, then Terry's eyes flickered again as his thoughts shifted. Fear left him, replaced by a new resolve.

"Who do I need to kill?"

"You're in luck. They're here right now," the creature said excitedly. Terry froze as Mr. Justin approached, concern etched on his face.

"Terry, why didn't you go to class?" Mr. Justin asked. Terry stood silently, his mind consumed by the intent to kill.

"Don't worry. I'll give you the power you need," the creature encouraged, spurring him on. "Go on... Kill him and take your revenge..."

"Mr. Justin, why did you ignore what they did to me?" A flicker of red light flashed in Terry's eyes for a moment. Mr. Justin approached him without noticing and looked at him with a gentle expression.

"I came to give you good news, Terry," Mr. Justin sighed, his face clouded with sadness upon hearing Terry's question. He tried to smile. "If you're willing, I want to adopt you."

But it was already too late. Terry's mind was clouded, and his expression didn't change. Mr. Justin moved closer and gently placed his hands on Terry's shoulders. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

Mr. Justin waited patiently for Terry's response, his eyes full of hope, but he gasped as a hand suddenly drove into his stomach.

Lowering his head, Mr. Justin's eyes widened at the sight of a bloodied hand piercing through his abdomen. Terry's hand was drenched in blood, but instead of fear, Mr. Justin wanted to understand what had happened to Terry.

"Mr. Justin, what you did is unforgivable," Terry grinned. Feeling the surge of power, he smiled with excitement. As Mr. Justin's expression crumbled and his life force was drained by the Monster, Terry withdrew his hand with a simple motion, sending blood spraying onto the grass.

"I... I see..."

Before he could finish his words, Mr. Justin's body collapsed, drained of life energy, leaving his skin pale as snow. The Monster, instinctively feeding on the life energy, purred as if savoring a delicious meal.

"Did I prove myself?" Terry asked eagerly, his gaze fixed on the frozen, lifeless body of Mr. Justin. The Monster, however, was not yet satisfied. It could feel the life energy pulsing within the school, growing more savage with anticipation.

"Not yet," the Monster said calmly. Terry, first surprised, then resolute, sought to learn what he had to do to prove himself to the Monster.

"If I kill them, can I become a companion?" Terry almost begged. The Monster delighted in his desperation.

"Don't worry. Take your revenge. Then, and only then, will you prove yourself to us."

Terry clenched his fists, feeling the power surging through him. He had made up his mind. Everyone at the school would die. Then, no one would trouble him anymore, and he would rise as an authoritative figure in the new world order.

As Terry finally decided to leave, the Monster clouded his mind with expectations. It had lied to Terry. It was common knowledge that demons saw humans as tools and an inferior race.

But the people of this world were naïve and easily manipulated by malevolence. Among these humans, the Monster had yet to see anyone with true contact with Mana.

This fact only excited it further. For the Demon Lord, this place would make an excellent base—perhaps even better than Aure.

The Monster's only fear was the entity referred to as Lucifer by the man called the Professor. To be honest, the Monster couldn't quite discern what that man was.

Yes, he resembled a god, but at the same time, he also resembled a demon. When the Monster first awakened and saw him, it had mocked him, but it wished it had been more cautious.

It knew one of its other fragments had been destroyed. That man must have been the one to do it. Even though the Monster couldn't fathom what he truly was, once the Demon King set foot in this world, no one would be able to stop the demons fleeing from Avalon.

The Monster finally cut off its thoughts and continued clouding Terry's mind. For now, this boy was a good pawn.

He was weak but clever and filled with enough anger and hatred to betray his humanity and join the demons.

This was the Monster's favorite kind of human: simple and vengeful.