At this mont, Kukudar was beginning to understand everything.
It was also then that Kukudar rembered.
He rembered crashing into his ho planet, and the creature there who had pleaded desperately for its life. But in his rage, he had devoured it in a single bite.
These images spun endlessly in his mind.
So much so that, in his half-awake, half-asleep state, his body, already coiled into a ball, unconsciously tightened even further.
’This isn’t my fault!’
’If there’s anything to bla, it’s that the world has always been this cruel.’
’After all, no one is born overwhelmingly powerful.’
Back in ancient tis, when life first appeared on the Life Planets, hadn’t Kukudar himself grown by constantly defeating and devouring other living beings?
’That’s just how the world is.’
’Besides, isn’t it common for mbers of the sa species to kill each other, even among the Human Race and all the other Races?’
’They kill and eat their own kind, so why shouldn’t I eat them?’
’Because I’m a different species?’
’Does eating them make evil?’
’That makes no sense.’
’Besides, there’s nothing wrong with the weak serving the strong.’
’Even the Deities of this world, aren’t they just toying with the Human Race?’
Although, Kukudar also knew.
Compared to him, it was true that both the Deities of this world and his forr "friends" on his ho planet...
...were indeed much kinder to the weak.
But how were they fundantally any different from him?
’Hypocrites!!!’
’A bunch of hypocrites!!!’
’The strong should be free! The strong should never be bound by the rules and perceptions established by the weak!!!’
’But... why?’
Kukudar tried to convince himself of this, but he still felt an overwhelming sense of unease.
A feeling of frustration with no outlet was driving him mad.
At that mont, he looked at the Square World and once again felt the urge to destroy it.
But as soon as he saw the wails of the weak in the Square World, as soon as he saw the terrified expressions on the faces of children, mothers, and fathers, he cald down again.
’So, is this what the Human Race calls compassion?’
’Compassion?’
’What about Demons?’
’Well, then I look at the Snake People I created through corruption.’
’They’re a bunch of creatures who only know how to kill. The High Tier Snake People even take pride in slaughter and talk about sacrificing more living beings to .’
’Just as I thought.’
’Whether on my ho planet or in this world, the subjects I’ve created always seem to have sothing wrong with their heads.’
But this wasn’t sothing Kukudar could control.
It was one of his innate Abilities, and the Snake People were just like that by nature.
Besides, this Ability was also sowhat related to his fondness for eating his own subjects.
’So, what kind of brains would backup food need anyway? In fact, didn’t their love of slaughter help the old hunt even more food?’
Thus, Kukudar had now co to a clear understanding of this Ability of his.
Ultimately, this Ability had been born from his desire to obtain enough food to satisfy his gluttony.
As for whether there were other reasons, perhaps there were. But the fact that his subjects had sothing wrong with their heads was definitely related to his own past gluttony.
Having reached this point,
Kukudar suddenly wanted to stop.
He even wanted to leave this world.
However, just as he was pondering this, he felt a strange Power make its Descent upon this world.
With his Power, finding the anomaly was simple.
And so, he saw it: the Star Empire’s robots slaughtering the Snake People around Brady City.
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