He was born unwanted. He didn’t know who he was and he didn’t learn how to live. He had no choice but to be shocked when he barely reached the surface after wandering aimlessly through the hell filled with violence and malice. 

Society, culture, nature, and affection. Things that weren’t in hell. The surface was overflowing with concepts that he had never learned or experienced. 

It was unfair. Anger boiled up on its own and burst out. 

In the end, he was killed. It was the end of the filth that emerged from nothingness. It was a life he never wanted to go through again. 

However, the world was cruel to him. He had a soul. Due to that, his death wasn’t the end. He was once again stuck in hell. He was swallowed by the ball of red flesh. He lost the sense of self that was his only comfort and became a part of the chunk of flesh rather than ‘I.’ This caused him to develop greater resentment and anger. 

It was at that time that the Great Human and Demon War broke out. He became one of the eyes projected on the surface’s moon and was able to observe Grid’s life. A perfect life that he couldn’t even imagine. He envied Grid. 

[I will, take away your life.] 

The Sanctuary of Metal used by the blackened Grid was red. The canyon, which seemed to have been built out...