I am no longer human!

Chapter 28 The Only Light in a Black and White World

The college auditorium.

In the pitch-black hall, the only light shone on the black-haired boy on the stage, who was bowing his head and remaining silent, making him seem like the only oddity.

The black-haired boy wanted to look up and explain that he actually knew nothing about music, and that he couldn't even sing because he had just learned the devil's language, but for some reason, the words just wouldn't come out.

According to his current understanding of "common sense," music is an essential ability for all demons in hell, and is regarded as an expression of demonic emotions and original sin.

From the highest-ranking demons to the lowest beggars on the roadside, they are all proficient in at least one musical skill.

Therefore, even in the homes of little devils living in the slums, parents who are starving will spend money to treat a few drunken bards to a big meal at a tavern so that they can teach their children music.

If Damian were to say now that he doesn't know any music, what would the demons in the audience think?

Does "arrogance" mean not having parents?

Is he really a demon?

Is he lying to fool us?

...

Time ticked by, and the expectant gazes of the demons below the stage gradually turned impatient.

Demons are inherently impatient creatures, so soon some of them began to make a ruckus.

"Hey, why aren't you starting your performance yet? You don't know anything about music, do you?!"

"I think he must have been so shaken by Lord Raphael's brilliant performance that he's completely too afraid to start his own!"

"Hahahaha, if you're too scared to perform, you might as well get off the stage and admit defeat."

"You don't even know anything about music, do you even deserve the 'arrogance' seat at Babylonian Academy? Quickly give it to Lord Raphael!"

"I think he might not even have parents!"

...

The demons' shouts grew increasingly unbearable, causing the two devilish teachers sitting in the front row to frown in displeasure.

"The Gremory family must be behind this; they're probably trying to interfere with Damian's music this way," Caroline said.

Respect for the strong is a fundamental principle for all demons. Damian has already proven his strength in previous duels, so the demons should respect him and tolerate his minor flaws.

After all, the devil is the embodiment of desire, and what powerful devil doesn't have some quirks or flaws?

The fact that they are so easily speaking disrespectfully to Damian suggests that the Gremory family has likely taken action behind the scenes.

"Hmph, to actually lead a bunch of low-ranking demons who can't even be ranked to verbally bully an excellent demon seed like Damian, I think the Gremory family is really going backwards as they live, and they are unworthy of the name of the Seventy-Two Pillars."

Melchior said with great disdain.

He was a high-ranking demon who placed great importance on hierarchy and hated nothing more than foolish and ignorant low-ranking demons who dared to be disrespectful to high-ranking demons.

Insects should act like insects.

If he weren't a teacher who was forbidden from physically harming his students, he probably would have already taken action to teach these ungrateful devils a lesson.

"After all, no demon family would allow their most promising young lord to become... let alone a demon god family with thousands of years of history."

Caroline could understand why the Gremory family would abandon their dignity as demons to do such a despicable thing.

If it were her, she would probably stop it at all costs.

"Perhaps Damian also saw this, and deliberately chose to concede without playing music to avoid retaliation from the Gremory family..."

...

In fact, contrary to what Professor Caroline thought of as "visionary," Damian unconsciously clenched his fists upon hearing these "noises."

So disgusting, so disgusting, so disgusting...

It felt as if a flame was burning in his chest, causing him excruciating pain in his internal organs.

The black-haired boy didn't understand why. He had grown up in such a family and was used to the cold looks and ridicule of others on Earth. But for some reason, he was so angry now that he wanted to set himself on fire.

Only one thought remained in his mind: "Why should I?!"

Why should he have to endure cold looks and ridicule when he was on Earth, and then suffer even more after falling into hell all alone?

Why did that bastard Sean, who clearly knew I was musically challenged and had only just learned the devil's language, announce the final match as a musical duel without my consent?

Why is it that even these immoral, weak-willed bastards have parents, but I don't?!

...

Why should I?!

"Good anger."

Just then, a familiar, clear, and cold voice suddenly rang in his ears.

The world stood still for the next moment.

It's not an exaggeration, but a literal description of stillness.

All the sounds in the auditorium seemed to be abruptly cut off by an invisible hand, and the expressions of all the demons below the stage froze, even their tongues hanging halfway between their teeth in their open mouths, as if they had solidified into lifelike wax figures.

In addition, the crimson carpet, the azure crystal, the demons' hair of various colors and their gorgeous costumes... all the colors of everything faded quickly, and eventually the whole world turned into black and white.

It's like the color TV in your home has been replaced by a black and white TV that's long been obsolete.

Damian, whose physics grades were pretty good, knew what that meant: it meant even light had been frozen in place.

Of all the "people" he knew, only one was capable of displaying such great power.

The black-haired boy couldn't help but look up, and what he saw was a shocking scene that he would never forget and that made him tremble all over!

In this black and white world where all colors have been lost and everyone is frozen in place, the figure of an angel descends silently and gracefully from the highest point of the black and white dome.

But she has color.

Her pure white long hair, like a waterfall woven from moonlight, stood out brightly against the black and white background.

Her bright golden eyes were both cool and passionate, perfectly set on her beautiful face, which seemed to have been meticulously sculpted by a god, as if they were made in heaven.

And those six huge and beautiful black wings slowly unfolded behind her.

This scene is strikingly similar to the "angels descending to earth" depicted in church murals, rescuing lost lambs, as if a myth has been reenacted.

The only flaw is that the angel wings are not a flawless pure white, but rather a jet black, like ink.

However, Kedamian felt that pure white was too unreal, while the deep black revealed the beauty of reality, making this beautiful dream seem so real.

Happiness is like a happiness that feels like being pricked by needles.