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Maya's Memory
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Devil Summoner – Chapter 1
I spread a piece of parchment on the table. Its edges were blackened as if burnt, and brown stains appeared here and there. The paper itself gave off a dry, yellowed smell, as though it had aged with time. Sitting in front of it, I took a deep breath. A sharp knife glinted in the candlelight, flickering in my hand. Carefully, I pressed the blade to my fingertip and slid it. A sharp sting shot through me for just a moment, followed by a slow trickle of deep crimson blood. I let the blood drip onto the parchment and began tracing a magic circle with my finger.
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I didn't have any specific dreams, but I desperately wanted to get away from my parents. After a tough job hunt, I barely managed to slip into a mid-sized company's office in the city. What awaited me there, however, was a life of utter monotony.
Every day was just organizing papers and inputting data. My coworkers chatted cheerfully with each other, but I never managed to join their circle.
I've always been like that since I was a child—separated from others by an invisible wall, like unbreakable glass. I couldn't shatter that wall, no matter how much I wanted to.
Always alone, unable to truly connect with anyone. Each time I heard their laughter, a growing sense of isolation filled my heart.
One day, I was harshly reprimanded by my boss. I didn't recall making any mistake, but I lacked the will to argue. I just lowered my head and let it pass. The boss's words stabbed into my chest, replaying over and over in my mind. In the end, I couldn't fit in and decided to quit.
I collapsed onto my bed without even changing clothes. I couldn't bring myself to do anything anymore. Soon, my life flipped day and night, meals became irregular, and I spent my days in a trash-strewn room, drowning in emptiness. The world outside the window felt distant, like a place that had nothing to do with me. Everything felt meaningless—like I was sinking into darkness.
As my bank balance dwindled, resentment and anger toward my former workplace began to swirl inside me. It was then that I stumbled upon a website about black magic.
At first, I was skeptical, but the information about curses and demon-summoning rituals intrigued me. Gradually, I became completely obsessed with that world.
The internet wasn't enough—I spent the last of my money collecting old books and magical tools. I cleaned up my room for the first time in ages. In its place, the floor was now scattered with handmade books covered in ancient symbols, and papers filled with spells and notes in red-black ink. A large wooden table stood in the center, stacked with books and ritual implements. Candlesticks lined its surface, flames flickering gently. Bundles of incense wrapped in black cloth released a heavy, bittersweet aroma. My life became completely devoted to black magic.
I no longer cared about my old job. I redirected the chaotic energy of my anger into messy drawings and rambling text, posting them online for some income. No need to meet people. If the magic worked, a demon would appear—and it would save me. I was certain of it.
My only real annoyance was the occasional noise from the nearby construction site.
As I arranged the tools, chanted incantations, and repeated rituals, I began to feel a power welling up inside me. Immersed in the world of magic, I felt like I had finally found my true self.
One twilight evening, I decided to perform a full-fledged summoning ritual. I spread a piece of parchment on the table. Its edges were blackened as if burnt, and brown stains appeared here and there. The paper itself gave off a dry, yellowed smell, as though it had aged with time. Sitting in front of it, I took a deep breath. A sharp knife flickered faintly in the wavering candlelight. Carefully, I pressed the blade to my fingertip and slid it. A sharp sting shot through me for just a moment, followed by a slow trickle of deep crimson blood. I let the blood drip onto the parchment and began tracing a magic circle with my finger. When the blood ran out, I cut again. Eventually, I made wounds on my wrist and continued drawing, ignoring the pain. As the smell of iron mixed with the incense, I focused with all my might on completing the ritual.
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Devil Summoner – Chapter 2
I trembled with ecstasy, convinced the ritual had succeeded. Darkness swirled, space warped—I felt I had gained new power.
Suddenly, a small demon appeared atop the magic circle. It looked like a little girl with blonde hair and an oversized head. Dressed in a black robe and floating with flapping wings, I decided to call it a "little devil" for now.
The devil hovered toward me, scanned my face intently, and then grimaced—clearly unimpressed.
"I don't wanna make a pact with a gloomy girl like you!"
"Sure, I can sense the power of an Arcana, but…"
"My Devil King should be a big, buff, musclehead who looks super strong!"
As the demon rolled around on the magic circle whining about muscles, I pointed toward the construction site visible far out the window. Noisy machinery buzzed beneath the twilight sky.
"If you like muscleheads so much, I bet you'll find one around there."
"You're right!"
With a cheerful squeal, the demon zipped out the window.
The next day, news of a gruesome mass murder at a construction site would shake the nation.
But I didn't watch the news—none of that mattered to me. My only concern was preparing for the next summoning.
Disappointed by that little demon, I buried myself even deeper in the study of black magic. I devoured books about demons, devised new rituals, and dedicated my days entirely to the occult.
I was certain that beyond this path of darkness, I would find a new light. My ideal demon would appear—and it would save me. I didn't care how long it took.
Alone in the dark, I prepared for the next ritual. In my candle-lit room, I carefully reviewed each incantation, redrew the magic circle over and over. My hands were stained with blood, my body exhausted, but my heart brimmed with a strange sense of fulfillment.
The power emanating from the circle seemed to promise a new encounter—with a new demon.
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Devil Summoner – Chapter 3
A black silhouette began to rise from the center of the magic circle. As color gradually filled it in, the form of a towering werewolf took shape. But in the very next moment, it vanished—completely evaporated, leaving nothing behind.
"Did it... fail?"
I murmured, uncertain.
Just then, the window slammed open, and a gust of wind swept through the room. Something darted in with startling speed.
"Phew! Made it in time! Hey, you—don't go around summoning things without permission!"
Floating in midair was a silver cat with four transparent wings gently fluttering behind it.
It was a catlike creature with four fluffy tails and heterochromatic eyes—one golden, one light blue. The golden eye was framed by a similarly golden mask. Despite its sudden appearance, it didn't feel demonic. Rather, it gave off a fairy-like vibe. I decided to call it a "cat fairy" for now.
The cat fairy held a staff taller than its own body. From the large red gem embedded at its tip, I could sense the lingering residue of some potent magical force.
"Do you watch the news at all? That last demon you summoned teamed up with a human man and caused quite the disaster!"
It began circling around me as it spoke.
"As for that werewolf just now—sorry, but I erased it. I can't keep letting this slide."
"Do you have any idea how hard it was to track down this place? Please, stop stirring up trouble."
The cat fairy floated close to my face, fixing its golden eye on me with intense focus.
"Hmm... You're something else. You probably started out with the Arcana of Barriers, but lately... your abilities seem to have mutated."
Arcana of Barriers? Mutated abilities?
"Oh, right. You're coming with me. Sorry, but you won't be returning to this room again. I can't just leave someone like you unsupervised."
"If you resist, I'll erase you too—just like that werewolf. So be a good girl, okay?"
I remembered how the demon I had summoned was obliterated in an instant and realized resisting would be foolish. More than that, I was curious—where was this creature planning to take me? I'd already lost all interest in the human world. Instead, I found myself feeling strangely excited.
"Fine. I'll go. So... where are we headed?"
The cat fairy grinned and gave its staff a playful twirl.
"That's for you to find out once we arrive. Now then, let's go!"
And with that, led by the cat fairy, I stepped onto the path of a new destiny.
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Devil Summoner – Chapter 4
Blindfolded, I was placed in what seemed to be a vehicle. After some time, I was taken out and led through a narrow corridor where the sound of footsteps echoed sharply against metal.
The cold floor beneath my feet and the faint whirring of machines in the distance only served to heighten my anxiety. The soft flutter of the cat fairy's wings near my ear let me know he was staying close by.
A chime sounded, followed by what I assumed was the opening of an elevator. I felt a gentle push on my back. After taking a few steps forward, the doors closed behind me. The sensation of descending lasted a while, until another chime signaled the doors opening again.
I was led down another corridor where my footsteps now rang against stone, which soon gave way to the softer sensation of carpet. Then, the blindfold was removed.
Squinting against the sudden brightness, I looked around.
The room was simple, about the size of eight tatami mats. A semi-double bed stood by the wall, next to a small desk with what looked like a tablet on top. A sliding door nearby likely led to a bathroom. There was nothing in the center of the room—minimal and clean. But what drew my eye most was a massive monitor hanging from the ceiling on the far wall.
"Starting today, this is your room!"
the cat fairy chirped brightly.
"It only has the bare essentials for now, so if you need anything, just enter it into the tablet! But no guns or anything weird, okay?"
Though his words were meant to reassure, I still couldn't fully process what was happening.
"Oh, and for now, why don't you sit on the bed? I'll explain everything properly."
At his urging, I sat down. I figured I'd probably want to request a chair, a better desk... maybe a trash can too.
"But first, take a look at that monitor. It's the fastest way to understand what's going on."
I turned my gaze toward the screen. As the monitor rotated to face me, the room dimmed, and a video began to play.
The footage showed what looked like a subtropical deserted island. It was nighttime, but the area was illuminated, making everything clearly visible.
A floating platform, glowing with a pearlescent sheen and adorned with golden mechanical feathers, slid smoothly into view. The feathers flapped rhythmically like wings, and though mechanical in nature, the platform floated as if melting into the air itself—undeniably something beyond human technology.
Standing atop the platform was a woman who looked like a showgirl. Her deep crimson-violet dress exposed her shoulders, and a tightly laced black corset accentuated her waist. She wore thigh-high socks and heeled boots. A decorative mask covered her face, and large floral ornaments swayed in her hair.
Her flamboyant outfit was clearly designed to catch the eye—gaudy, yet memorable.
Smiling flamboyantly and wearing heavy makeup, she levitated a microphone with what seemed like telekinesis, spinning it playfully in the air. Then, she drew a deep breath and shouted with explosive cheer:
"Yoo-hoo! Everyone in front of your screens! Been waiting long? I bet you have! Well then—let's kick off tonight's show! It's time for chaos and thrill, Showtime!!"
"The rules are super simple! Battle royale, last one standing wins! Everyone here's your enemy! Doesn't matter if they're your best friend or lover!"
"Use whatever you want—teeth, fists, or supernatural powers—anything goes!!"
She spread her arms wide and pointed dramatically toward the night sky.
"Under this star-filled sky—let the Masquerade of Madness begin! Fight, gifted ones! Bare your desires, your way of life, your very soul!!"
Her voice echoed across the silent island, transforming its atmosphere in an instant.
The footage cut to scenes showing five individuals scattered across the island. Their ages, genders, and outfits varied wildly. What they shared in common was that all wore different masks to conceal their faces.
"They're all Arcana holders, just like you. An Arcana is—"
"Quiet," I said, cutting the cat fairy off.
The camera zoomed in on two of the combatants.
One was a massive man with bulging muscles, wearing a black balaclava painted with a red upside-down triangle. His arms, thick as logs, rippled with visible muscle fibers as he moved—his body looked engineered purely for violence.
Opposite him stood a small girl, barely half his height. Her mouth was hidden behind a simple black mask, but her eyes were eerily calm—utterly cold.
The giant was smiling, arms crossed, watching her like one might a child. But the moment he began to uncross his arms—
She lightly kicked off the ground, leapt up, and reached for his chest without hesitation—placing her hand directly over his heart.
And then—like a marionette with its strings cut, the giant collapsed face-first, never to move again.
I was beginning to understand. This wasn't just fighting. It was a deadly clash of supernatural powers—turned into entertainment.
The screen shifted again.
The same girl was now impaled from behind, a silver knife piercing her abdomen and exiting through her back. The knife had curved through the air like a snake, zigzagging unnaturally. Its wielder, a slender woman dressed in black, wore a simple white mask covering only her eyes. Though her face was hidden, her lips curled into a cold smile.
Suddenly, a gust of wind howled from deep within the jungle, scattering banana leaves and palm fronds. It became a storm of invisible blades, rushing toward the masked woman's face. She raised her arms instinctively, but couldn't stop the assault—the blades shredded her mask and slashed her face.
The camera shifted again to a man hiding in the undergrowth. He wore a tengu mask and appeared to be a wind-user.
But in the next instant, something glinted at the edge of the screen—moonlight reflecting off metal. Bang. A single dry gunshot rang out. The man toppled forward silently, his mask rolling across the ground.
Then, the screen zoomed in.
Backlit by the moon stood a woman with long, fluffy pink hair and thick goggles. She was a strange mix of childlike innocence and cold militarism.
"That's that. Her again, huh? That human wins way too much," the cat fairy grumbled with a frown.
The footage ended, and the room brightened once more.
"Pretty clear, right? It's a secret underground death match where Arcana users are forced to kill each other."
The cat fairy continued.
"It's called the Inou Masquerade. Our queen just came up with the idea on a whim and convinced the bigwigs in your world to go along with it."
I asked quietly, "So... you're saying you want me to enter that?"
"Exactly! Your summoning power is crazy rare. I bet you'll give a hell of a performance!"
I thought: Someone like me could never survive that kind of battle. This wasn't a fight—it was an execution. I was going to be killed.
"And what do I get if I join?"
Suppressing my fear and irritation, I asked.
"Oh, you know—winner gets a super powerful artifact from our fairy world! Plus, more money than you could spend in a lifetime, as long as you don't splurge too much."
"We've spread those rumors around, so some Arcana users show up on their own, hoping to win."
"And hey—if you survive even once, you can go home. Though everything that happened here stays secret."
I didn't know about the artifact, but that kind of money... maybe it wasn't so bad.
"There's no way out of this, right? But honestly, I don't think I can survive a fight like that..."
I decided to speak frankly.
"Well yeah, the way you are now, you'd totally die!"
"That's why—we'll give you about three months. Use that time to master your powers, or die trying!"
His casual tone made me scowl.
"Eh? What's with that look? You seem a little upset," He jabbed his staff toward me with a smug grin.
"One hundred and twenty-eight."
"Know what that number is? It's how many people have died so far in that incident your summoned demon caused."
"Don't expect the path to salvation to be easy."
"You're already a full-fledged murderer."
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To be continued...
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Taka's Memory – The Delirium Killer (Complete)
Maya's Memory – Devil Summoner
Shin's Memory – The All-Seeing Boy (Complete)
Ai's Memory – The Girl of Flame (Complete)
Taka's Memory – The Delirium Killer – Summary
Shin's Memory – The All-Seeing Boy – Summary
Ai's Memory – The Girl of Flame – Summary