Dungeon Maker

At the age of fifteen, after I graduated from middle school, my father told me something insane.

"The blood of the devil flows through our family."

At that time, I was glad that I heard this just after I graduated. It would be scary to think about what I might have done if I heard this while I was still in middle school.

In any case, my father wisely recognized that I was thinking about sending him to a mental asylum.

Even now, I could never forget that moment...

When blue flames bloomed out of my Father's eyes.

However, fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, that was his only power.

My father explained to me that it was because there was too much human blood mixed in that had caused the inherited Devil's blood to thin out.

"But in this world, there's something called atavism. This is where the extent of my power has stopped, but perhaps you or your children may be able to exert even greater powers. That is why I am telling you about the history of our family."

What my father was talking about was that our ancestor's traits could suddenly manifest themselves several generations down the line.

Naturally, I was unable to fall asleep that night. Due to the expectation of what abilities I might inherit, I spent the next few nights wide awake in anticipation.

A few days later, however, I had a realization.

Even if the blood of the Devil was running through our veins, my father was still just the owner of a local chicken restaurant, who just so happened to have the ability to turn his eyes into a bluish flame color. I, on the other hand, was just the son of that owner, who was slightly stronger than other children my age.

But five years later...

They came for me.