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人間とモンスターの距離W・Wiezer the MASTER ALPHA GORGILAZ

My name is Lyle Kirigaoka, my father happens to be a Japanese and my mother is an American, that is why my name sounds like both countries. My mother moved to Japan and married my father because she is quite and otaku. I must say their love story was a match made from heaven. An otaku girl and an amateur mangaka falling madly in love with each other and eventually gave birth to me.

Now you might wonder about my hero like name, I am not too sure if it was fortunate or unfortunate that with otakuish parents, I did not received a Japanese name since they thought it would be cooler to mix up an American name and Japanese Surname, and thus received Kyle (an American name) and Kirigaoka (a Japanese surname). They really must have thought that I would become some hero in their manga or something.

Eventually upon their marriage my mother worked as my father’s assistant in making all his manga works and she lived a life of otakunes which she so desired and prompted her to live in a country not her own.

While their love is pretty much something borderline weird I grew up with their love, but at the same time was definitely weirded out with their unusual display of affection. I mean they always give me presents and give references to what anime or video game it came from only an otaku would understand.

I on the other hand did not share most of their love for the otaku culture I might have out lived their loved for it. However I did not despise them in fact it was because they were this weird that I am able to live properly and normally. You’d think the statement weird but it is the truth.

But even so, I was not able to defer the fate of their otaku lifestyle and even made the title of ‘assistant to the assistant’ as I research materials for their manga works. This was why I had acquired a lot of unusual knowledge even as a boy which made me a bit mature for my age.

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But alas as they say all happiness must come to an end one day. I had to die on a dreaded burglary.

When I was 16 years old, both my father and mother were away in one of their field work researching for his next best manga. It may not look like it but they were the doting and over-protective parent type and were a bit reluctant to leave me behind, they were even thinking of taking me along with them.

“I have school to attend to you know?” I would regret saying this somehow, if only I decided to take their offer then…

After much deliberation and like the over-protective parents they are, they both decided to leave me in the care of my mother’s rich relative.

The word ‘rich’ was an understatement, I mean my mother’s relative have a lot of building under their names and currently live in this huge estate, thus must have been the motivation for the act of theft.

Now, I am not brawny or anything in fact I was scrawny for a teen and the thieves where twice bulkier. Upon seeing them on the night of the burglary, the most logical action would have been to let the thieves pass until they get what they came for.

But luck as would have say it was not on my side that day, one of the three daughters of my mother’s relative came down to get something to eat and burglars, they must have panicked and tried to either kidnap or kill her.

I would have not move if not for the act of heroism that had been inculcated in me while reading the works of both my parents and resisted to save the child but one of the burglars stabbed me with a knife to the chest that led to my death, thankfully the thieves left the without harming the child.

Then I died.

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During my funeral, for some reason I saw myself lying on the coffin and somehow conscious on my wake, was I truly dead? I asked at first but even I can feel that my soul was getting sucked upped somewhere. I could hear my mother crying hardly.

“Kyle!!!! Kyle!!!”

“Samantha, it’s alright he’s a good boy, I’m sure he will reincarnate in another world filled with love, just as we have.”

‘Owaaaaaa’ even at times like this my father’s way of consoling my mother was otakuish. And I heard them, for one last time the voices of my otaku parents praying.

“God of Reincarnation, please send this child to a world filled with love.” This was how both my parents gave their earnest wish and hope that I will be reincarnated with a loving family and life.

And I then everything went black.

*****

When I came to, I was living as a baby GORGILAZ, a fantasy like creature that very much looks like a gorilla in my previous world only it has four arms on it. Right then and there I knew that my parent’s prayer was indeed heard and was reincarnated. However, I was now a subject for subjugation --a monster in this world called RESMERE.

Even as an infant GORGILAZ I have the necessary knowledge to live by this world, knowledge that was implanted to us monster by the so called gods and goddesses of this world.

There was also another knowledge that was inculcated to our minds that would become our will during our birth, it was called PREMONITION.

When a monster is born, they get a glimpse of their future, it is said to be the future of how they would live their lives, a sense of purpose in their existence. Once fully grown, they adhere to that premonition and try to attain or defer from it to the best of their abilities. While these so called mental functions are mostly limited to what their instinct and that glimpse of the future dictates them, they indeed have their own will as I am having for my own.

I was no different, soon after I was reincarnated to this infant GORGILAZ I had seen a premonition of who I will be and this should have been my destiny.

.PREMONITION {

Upon the cycle of birth and rebirth a king is born, promised with dominance he shall lead his four armed brethren to the summit.

A generation past the island surfaces, hordes of mischievous evil shall enflame the island and burn thy brethren.

In grief, Demon Lord rises to show the world wrath upon your family’s death vengeance and destruction your only solace.

}

The dream like PREMONITION, was ambiguous, it was like watching those films of old and keep skipping important parts.

This was how I had interpreted the premonition like a song: as a GORGILAZ I would attain the RANKA of KINGS, I will then be placed in a fight with a very strong opponent, but I will be unable to defeat him, and worst is that all my family will die from another enemy, and in turn I will succumb to true hatred and awaken as a Demon Lord and I will raise hell.

The premonition that was shown to me was hard to swallow, as someone who had loved my parent in other world and even had their prayer reached here. I could not allow my new family to die.

“Father, have you ever deferred your fate?” I asked my father one day, if there is a way to defer the premonitions my father however shook his head.

“What exactly have your fates in store for you?” He then asked but I could only vaguely answer him that I would become the Demon Lord. My father made a sad face. Was he sad that I lied to him about the details or was he sad because I would become a Demon Lord? It did not matter as his sadness was genuine and for me who loved my parents wanted to defer it.

Many years passed and the island had finally surfaced to the sea, by then I eventually received my father’s blessing to become the head of the Western Region’s GORGILAZ and married my childhood playmates. My family grew and my love for them only grew stronger.

As promised from my Premonition I finally achieved the RANKA of KINGS, a RANKA given only to those who have achieved great strength, power and authority. But it would also mean that I was getting closer and closer to that dreaded day when I will see my beloved family die, I think my father has sensed my fear, but he had chosen to remain silent and continued to support me from the side.

*****

One day while thinking of a way to defer my fates, I heard a ‘Howl of Submission’ in the eastern region, the only region who has yet to receive a RANKA of KINGS ever since the day I became one. Did they finally get one?

It has been 20 Generations (20 years) since I had been reincarnated by then the northern part has had one, a sassy old ARMADOUGU lady full of wisdom, the southern side who had received a blessing of a RANKA of KINGS just one generation ago. The western side had three a GOBLIN, an ORC and of course there is me.

The eastern side was the only one who did not have a RANKA of KING up ‘til now.

Curious, I jumped to the sturdiest and highest tree I could find and I saw the rumored hairless monkey I have heard from my subordinates living on the edge of the forest. When I received a report about a hairless monkey I thought of a hairless monkey, I mean literally a hairless one.

But as a human in my previous life, I know a human if I ever see one and this one is definitely one. According to the reports he is quite strong and yet he has not entered the deeper parts of the forest, I wonder why?

I looked at him and he was terrified, from me or perhaps his pursuer. It did not matter, what mattered the most is that I became slightly curious with him. He might be a summoned person or a reincarnated person just like me. But from the looks of it that did not matter much since he would probably flee from here, once he is bound for safety, then it should be my last time seeing this hairless monkey… I mean human.

A few days I saw that human, the GOBLIN and ORC hordes land an invasion to the island, It was how much like the dreams I have seen in the premonition, I was crying and could only curse at the image of my family dying in my in my head.

“Was there anything I could do to defer this fate?” I said out loud, but none answered me. Back then I made sure to locate both of the GOBLIN and the ORC dens and kept destroying them to ensure that they could not build an army and yet, they were able to create a large force that even if I mobilize the whole GORGILAZ we will still be on the losing side.

“Should I make an alliance to the other?” I thought, while the old lady in the north would at least hear me out I doubt the other two would do the same.

While thinking of a possible alliance a report came to me and a flash of inspiration.

“Sire, I saw the hairless monkey in our territory again. He seems to be expelling some ORC and GOBLIN hordes along the way.” This report came to me when I was in my solitude. The one to deliver the report was my father, although retired he had remained as a soldier by my side. Surprisingly after he retired he attained the RANKA of ELDERs recently and became my closest confidant.

‘…Now, what to do with this report…?’