《Cry little demon》 He who was defeated The demon king roared as his life passed in front of his eyes, there was no doubt that this would be the last day of his life and for the first time in a long time, since before he killed his own abusive father, before he enslaved that tribe of beasts in the land of the condemned, before he led that attack to his first city and the villages surrounding it, before the multiple monster races kneeled before him, and before he himself killed the alexandrine emperor with nail and teeth and a metallic smell which somehow, strangely never faded from his nose... he felt fear. ¡­ no, he would not cry for help as he did when he was a child, for he knew that it was useless, it was the first and last lesson he ever learned for he was stubborn as only he was, he was proud like the first creature of his kind, even when the ¡°holy sword¡± got close to his head he confronted death head on without a shred of hesitation¡­ he felt fear, but he regretted nothing, after all¡­ those who kill must prepare themselves to be killed The hero said some words, but the demon king didn¡¯t understand what he had said. Who cared though? The human in front of him was surely the one who would bring his demise, yet in his eyes, the demon king saw a light which he himself saw when he looked at the reflection of the water from the well in his hometown as he fetched water for his drunken disgusting, pathetic monstrous father. He knew what it was; it was anger, sadness, and vengeance. He felt fear. But he would not feel it again, so the demon king unable to stop what was going to happen closed his eyes, the sword was just a fraction of a second away, but still it felt like years, but then when the sword was about to reach him it happened.
you have exchanged the following titles ¡¾Cursed one¡¿¡¾Recognized Beast¡¿¡¾ Beast King¡¿ ¡¾Monster King¡¿¡¾King slayer¡¿¡¾Legendary Demon King¡¿
you have gained the title¡¾Fearless one¡¿
you have gained the title¡¾lucky one¡¿
you have gained the title¡¾Remade one¡¿
you have been cursed by¡¾past abilities sealed¡¿
¡º what? ¡»he thought, how did he get 3 titles after death, and what was this ¡°exchange¡± thing, it was the first time he had heard of it. Anyway, it¡¯s not like it matters. He was dead anyway¡­ ¡º wait, why does death feel so comfortable? I can move, can¡¯t I? ¡»he wondered as he tried moving his hands...If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡º I don¡¯t know if I¡¯m moving¡­ it¡¯s too dark and I¡¯m too numb, maybe it¡¯s the blood loss?... I doubt it¡» ¡º I feel sleepy, but I haven¡¯t felt the need for sleep in a while. Why is my ¡¾sleep resistance¡¿ not working? ... ¡» The more he tried to move, the more tired he felt... was there something pushing him down? Was he being pushed by the hero? No, it didn¡¯t feel like that, anyways, he felt too tired to think about it too much, and for some reason his mind felt foggy. And he was already dead, wasn¡¯t he? ¡ºstop pushing... I want to sleep. ¡»
Alexa¡¯s screams were heard through the entire village of Varen. How was it that someone that they many of them saw grow up being such an obedient child could scream so much and have so much strength, only the gods knew. But frank didn¡¯t care how loud she was, she still felt like the quiet and sweet child he knew from childhood. If he hadn¡¯t known her parents, he would have thought she was an angel. ¡°hold on a little longer Al, you¡¯re doing great, just a little longer!¡± he screamed encouraging her, he knew that even without him she would be fine, after all she was Alexa of Varen, the hero who saved the emperor Xander the III and honorary knight, not to mention his wife. They had met as children, when their parents would often go into the woods to look hunt together, however to be quite honest, he never knew her that well at the time, sure, she was a pretty lass and Frank always felt small butterflies in his stomach when he saw her, but they were never friends, or well, that¡¯s how it was until they met again when Alexa was 21, and a bronze tier adventurer in the guild. When Alexa had saved frank; he had heard that a couple from the village had an adventurer daughter, but when he saw her saving him, he immediately recognized her, after all, her burning red hair was a dead giveaway to her identity, that¡¯s when Frank finally realized what he felt for her. Even after killing two orcs, the other orcs just kept attacking, it was understandable; it was a cold winter and in such a dangerous forest and the orcs had to fight quite a bit to get the small amounts of food that they did to survive, so attacking Varen was the safest option for them. when she came it was as if the world had gone warm again for frank, when frank had lost hope she appeared, as bright as a star with hair as red as fire and eyes burning with green determination to save him. history was history after it, at some point they straightforwardly married and were happy for a time, they even wanted to have a child, hopefully children soon, and they tried, and tried for a few years¡­ But destiny can be quite cruel sometimes, for it seemed that her body was not made to have children, they were told by the priest that it would be dangerous for her to have the baby. ¡°Dangerous?¡± she said with a kind smile and jokingly continued ¡°I¡¯ve had plenty danger already, I think I Can handle 9 months of rest, Daniel¡± not even the priest, an old friend of hers, could convince her she shouldn¡¯t take the chances... In the end the baby had been born, but there was something strange, it didn¡¯t cry¡­ for a few minutes the baby didn¡¯t cry, which left the midwife a bit confused, but afterwards the one who was crying then was Alexa in fear was Alexa ¡°my baby¡­¡± she whispered, trembling in fear for the first time in a long time, ¡°Is it alright?¡± After a few seconds checking the child¡¯s pulse and breathing, the midwife, relieved over the child¡¯s state, finally breathed and told Alexa to calm down. The child appeared to be healthy and very much alive. after that she just hugged him with the strength she had left, which wasn¡¯t much her hands became soft after a minute, and as she was about to fall she heard a slight cry, so quiet that it almost couldn¡¯t be heard, and she smiled, looked at frank and told him ¡°take care of him Francis¡± and after a breath, almost as a whisper she said ¡°I¡¯ll see you both on the other side, dearies¡± those were her last words. He who seeks knowledge Alexander woke up for the first time after his death and stunned, he looked around, he seemed to be confused looking around him, there was a plump woman besides him dozing off she seemed tired and she looked like she hadn¡¯t slept in a long while, though she did look like she used to be pretty at some point in the past. Besides that, he seemed be laying in a basket of some kind with a few rags around him, and the cold wind seeped through the small layer of rags that he had, if he wasn¡¯t wrong there should be a fairly cold day of fall or a pretty warm day of winter, and the temperature threatened to numb his limbs, and yet he did not cry. He looked at his hands which seemed to have strangely shrunk and smoothened a fair amount, and for some reason he couldn¡¯t move them quite as skillfully as he used to, which stunned him after thinking about it, it was as if they were too heavy for him, or perhaps he was too weak for them? He did not know. Besides this he noticed how tired he felt, so exhausted and hungry. He hadn¡¯t felt hungry in quite a long time, yet the familiar sting of it attacked him quite sharply, which made him remember his own childhood, and it felt as if it was a million years ago, a time where he was still just a human, a ¡°good child¡± they said he was. He seemed to have let a few whimpers go while he reflected on his current condition because the strange woman seemed to have woken up at some point and she stared at him with a strange gaze, was that¡­ sadness she felt? Ah yes, emotions, he remembered them. To be honest, alexander could never tell emotions on first glance, it was always more of a learned skill, than an innate ability, but what was new? He always had to work twice as hard for things as his peers on the past, the reason why, never known, but perhaps this was not the moment to dwell on it seeing as how he was in a strange situation. The woman took alexander and for some strange reason showed him her chest. Though even when he used to be an adult male, this did not move him much, not because of the body that he inhabited before, nor because of her somewhat advanced age, he just never cared for such things as carnal pleasure in the past, he always saw it as a strange thing, though perhaps he stopped being human before he actually became an inhuman. ¡ºmy apologies, but I¡¯m not interested in that sort of thing, lady ¡»he thought, but for some reason the sight seemed to call something deep within him, some sort of instinct, right, he was hungry, and he seemed to be quite small, perhaps a baby? It wouldn¡¯t be too farfetched to say that it was hunger which moved him to comply with the woman¡¯s offer. To be quite honest, he would never have thought that he¡¯d be in this situation. First of all, he seemed to have shrunk a considerable size, second a woman seemed to be breastfeeding him? He¡¯d be lying if he said that he wasn¡¯t confused at all, but from all the evidence he seemed to have swapped bodies or been reborn? For now, he couldn¡¯t be sure, but either way, his body was now that of a baby. Was this what those messages referred to after he died? Did the gods do this? If so, then why? Alexander knew how much the gods hated ¡°The Demon King¡±, they all wanted him dead, then if so, why would they bring him back? Alexander thought for a moment, thinking on how to proceed. For now, perhaps the best way forwards was by pretending to be who they thought he was, just an innocent, well-behaved child. This thought however struck a chord within his memories, making him recall things that he would¡¯ve rather forgotten.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. ¡ºGods, it¡¯s like I¡¯m back to my old life all over again ¡»he whined to nobody in particular, after which he simply decided to gather as much information as he could. Information was the best tool for now, seeing as how he felt quite weak and had lost most control of his body. ¡ºopen status¡»he said after which he proceeded to take in the information that he now had.
Status
Name: Alexander of Varen
Age 0.18 (1 month and a half)
Lvl 1/3
Hp 1/1
Mp 0
Class: ¡¾Null¡¿
Titles: ¡¾Fearless one¡¿¡¾Lucky one¡¿¡¾Remade one¡¿
Skills:
Innate: ¡¾Breathing Lvl 1¡¿ ¡¾Moving Lvl 1¡¿
Passive ¡¾Body Control Lvl 0¡¿
Active
Strength: 1
agility: 1
Stamina: 1
Intelligence: 13
Dexterity: 0
¡ºWell, as expected, it seems that I¡¯m a newborn child, though I do have quite the intelligence for one, it seems that some of my past intelligence has transferred with me, well that, or this body is naturally that one of a genius, either way it seems to benefit me.¡»he thought Alexander looked around and only saw a small room which to be honest seemed quite shabby, perhaps in some sort of slums or a small poor village, in which area of the continent? He did not know yet, Varen didn''t sound familiar, but he couldn''t know each and every village in the whole continent, so perhaps he¡¯d know a bit later but for now he put his curiosity in the back of his mind for now. After he was done with breast feeding he felt quite sleepy, it seemed that even though he did possess a good amount of intelligence his stamina still was quite lacking compared to how it used to be. He knew however that stamina would come with time, and hopefully also knowledge, it seemed that not knowing things did nothing to put alexander at ease. However, as he kept looking from place to place before looking back at the lady, she seemed to be just about to cry, and just looking at him seemed painful, she hugged him after he finished feeding. She didn¡¯t seem to be his mother, she seemed too old for that, then if so, where was his mother? Was she asleep? Or away? What about his father? Hopefully this one would be a better one than the first one he ever had¡­ because if not, well, let¡¯s just say that things might get difficult once more.
She who thinks and He who remembers Helga was shocked the first time she actually realized that the babe¡¯s eyes were red, for more than a couple of reasons. First of all, it was said that in the past the only people who had red eyes were those who were descended from angels or cursed by gods, for what reason though? Nobody really knows, but they¡¯re usually kept at an arm¡¯s length and the red-eyed are left by themselves only going outside from time to time. Besides that, there was also the fact that none of alexander¡¯s parents had the eyes, which would mean that he was cursed, but of course, there was also the possibility of alexander not being Frank¡¯s son, but nobody who knew Alexa liked to entertain the thought of her being unfaithful, especially if they ever saw the couple together, they were like glue, always stuck together and laughing about whatever it was they were whispering to each other. Apart from being shocked by the sight of his eyes, she also felt quite sad, as alexander had the same red hair of his mother, the sweet Alexa who she had taken an active role in raising, and that surely didn¡¯t help at forgetting about the woman. Helga felt heart ache at seeing the child, he truly resembled his mother in more than the hair, for he had the same delicate nose and bone structure that the young Alexa had, though him being a male meant that it would probably change somewhat later on. Besides the ache also came some curiosity, seeing as when the child saw her he was neither scared nor curious, he merely stared slowly at her, almost as how a wolf measures his prey from afar, though after a bit she seemed to feel the cold gaze soften after he was fed. She wondered what Alexa would¡¯ve thought of him, perhaps she would¡¯ve worried about him, after all, the poor Alexander did seem quiet and tired, why? Nobody had any idea, for his mother had eaten more than her fill in her pregnancy, which made many joke about how seeing how much she ate, she¡¯d probably had twins. Alexa¡¯s death had hit everyone hard, she was quite beloved in the village, but the one who took it the hardest was indisputably Frank, Alexander¡¯s father. The poor man hadn¡¯t come out of his room for 3 days, merely drinking the water that Helga left outside of his door, and his thanks was no more than a whisper. Perhaps tomorrow she¡¯d kick his door down, for gods¡¯ sake, Alexa wouldn¡¯t want this, nobody would want this, if it continued, the poor man could very well die and leave the little creature of his alone, and she¡¯d be damned if she allowed that to happen. Helga looked at alexander and saw him sleeping soundly, and she wondered what the gods saw in the child to give him red eyes, perhaps his uncanny intellect? Were they the ones who gave it to him? Perhaps he had some sort of grand destiny? The idea gave Helga some hope. However, she was well aware of the fact that only a small portion of red-eyed children had this sort of ¡°destiny¡±, with the vast majority of the cursed ones like alexander dying at an early age.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. As far as she knew, the rest of children were merely the product of a passing lingering gaze by bored gods with too much time in their hands, perhaps just looking for an interesting subject to stare at and torture for a few years until inevitably they stop looking and let them go or when they ended up dying, which was what would probably happen to the poor alexander. While she thought these things, she noticed that alexander stirred slightly, he seemed to not like his crib, but that was quite normal as the ¡°crib¡± was no more than a basket filled with rags, so she tried to soothe him. She put her hand lightly on his chest and activated her skill, ¡¾Soothing presence¡¿which made her hand shine lightly and seemed to finally calm the child, however unlike what she expected, Alex didn¡¯t fall asleep, he merely stared at her, once more analyzing her. Helga was sure that it¡¯d be a long night until he fell asleep.
Alexander waited for the woman to leave him alone, which was not easy, the woman just would not leave him by himself, leaving Alex quite puzzled, seeing as he had never experienced this before. When he was a child there was never anyone taking care of him, how he survived to be old enough to take care of himself, he did not know, but he had no doubt that it was nothing short of a miracle if there was such a thing. In the end Alex finally realized that he was a newborn, and those were hardly alone, so he settled on pretending on falling asleep, which prompted the woman to nod to herself and finally giving him the solitude he needed. After thinking a bit, he decided to try to use his old abilities. He first tried to use elemental magic, the most basic air current should be enough to see if he still had the power he used to have, so he proceeded to try and harness as softly as he could some mana. After a while of nothing happening he finally was sure that, as he had feared, he had lost his past abilities just as the notification he had gotten while he was in that darkness had said. Alex sighed softly and after thinking a bit he decided on his course of action. The place where he was seemed safe enough to run out of mana for a few hours safely, so he should start by practicing mana control all over again. He remembered then the first time he learned how to use mana, at the time he was 11 years old and he was a slave on the Demihuman Village of ragas on the forgotten lands. He remembered how he would sneak on his master¡¯s home to take a few peeks at basic books on mana usage, and how many times he was caught and beaten to an inch of his life, only being spared because him dying meaninglessly would be akin to gold thrown in a lake, not to be found by anyone ever again. He¡¯d always be given 3 or 4 days to recover and then he¡¯d be worked all day once more, no matter if he could barely walk at a normal speed by that time, he¡¯d be punished and left without supper by the day if he lagged behind. Truly, those times were very dark days, but somehow Alex felt that they were better than when he lived under his father, his original father, for at least in Ragas he knew that they wouldn¡¯t be as disgusting as the old man Alexander opened his eyes after his brief meditation on the past and concentrated his meager mana on his heart, where he started to feel a slight heat slowly rising, at which he softened the pace with which he was concentrating the mana. Thinking on it, these techniques of mana handling were made for 9 year olds, and him being a newborn could mean that what he was doing could at best make his heart burst, and at worst¡­ gods, perhaps thinking about what would happen if he harmed his pure mana was not the wisest choice in this moment. Right now he needed concentration, so he softly and slowly gathered the mana in his heart. Hopefully, he¡¯d get back to his former power in no time.