This was a place incapable of hosting anything; hence, becoming aware of one’s self-existence or one’s own ego was impossible, as was staying conscious. It was akin to a trash heap where madness and filth had accumulated over an immeasurable expanse of time.0

The belly of Destruction was a place incapable of existence, and nothing should have been able to originate from the emptiness that filled it. Thus, the emergence of an existence was nothing short of a miracle.0

Long ago, Vermouth was born here.0

He knew neither the name Vermouth Lionheart nor did he possess any real personality after his birth. His existence was profoundly alien even in the belly of Destruction, but the mindless Demon King of Destruction did not recognize the being born within itself. In fact, it wasn’t even capable of becoming aware of the foreign body. All manner of things were teeming within Destruction’s belly, and a newborn incapable of even squirming was no different from any other cell.0

For a long time, Vermouth lay crouching in the belly. Although it was his birthplace, he never once felt it as comforting or cradling like a mother's womb. He was defined merely as a cell and was composed of Destruction’s dark power. Yet strangely, as more time passed, he felt increasingly more discomfort the...0