《Killer reincarnated as the demon lord》 Death whisper鈥檚 ¡°What was my greatest regret?¡± With overflowing pain and excess blood gushing out from his lower abdomen, a young man named Alex clenched his fists and bit his tongue hard, trying to suppress his agony as he felt dizzy. "That¡¯s what you get from acting up,¡± the voice of the underworld boss echoed in the dark alleyway. He pulled Alex by his hair and laughed at the dying man. "Hahaha, it''s so funny how a man who''s talented in nothing else than killing tried turning a new leaf, isn''t that hypocritical?" Alex looked up to the boss with a sharp gaze and murderous intent. Flashbacks of when he used to be a loyal dog of the underworld boss flooded his mind. After being an orphan on the streets and kidnapped by the boss, he and several kids his age had received training. He turned out to be one of the top-trained assassins of the organization and was nicknamed the ¡°Killing Machine¡± because of his talent for completing missions quickly and leaving no traces. However, Alex began developing emotions after countless killings and felt disgusted with himself, desiring a change in his life. He made a request to retire from the association, but the request could only be granted if he completed an SSS-level mission¡ªa high-difficulty target with impenetrable defenses akin to a president''s. Alex accepted the mission. The target was an elderly man with vast wealth and a large family with many sons and wives. One of his wives had commissioned Alex to eliminate him and two of his sons.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. But the old man already confined himself to the sanctuary of his abode, guarded relentlessly by the most esteemed bodyguards of the Yun Company. Each sentinel had undergone rigorous assessment, demonstrating an unparalleled ability to evade the swift trajectory of a bullet. High-end surveillance cameras monitored every inch of territory from the grand entrance to the main building, ensuring that even the slightest disturbance would not go unnoticed. The meticulous security extended to the manicured garden where several trained canines patrolled diligently. Alex, a seasoned assassin, meticulously examined the formidable defenses, seeking a way to penetrate this impenetrable fortress. After days of meticulous planning, Alex devised a cunning strategy. He staged a false assassination attempt on one of the old man''s wives, instilling in him a sense of unease. Seizing this opportunity, Alex surreptitiously sabotaged the vehicles belonging to the old man''s two targeted sons, meticulously timing the drug administration to their drivers at the most opportune moment. This orchestrated a catastrophic accident, paving the way for his final act. As the injured sons were transported to the hospital via ambulance, Alex detonated the explosives he had strategically placed, ensuring that the incident would be perceived as an act of assassination. The news swiftly reached the old man, shattering his peace. Tormented by the assassination attempt on his wife and the subsequent loss of his sons, he ventured outside his fortress, unaware of the fatal consequences that awaited him. As he emerged, Alex''s keen eye took aim, and a swift bullet ended the old man''s life. In accordance with a solemn tradition, Alex carved a mark into a piece of wood as a grim reminder of his eliminated target. This morbid act was his way of honoring their deaths. Vanishing from the scene, Alex reported the completion of his mission. However, the price of his prowess as a top-tier assassin came at a dire cost. He was relentlessly pursued by his fellow assassins, their eyes fixated on his life. A violent confrontation erupted as they hurled knives and fired guns, while Alex fought back with unrelenting ferocity. He managed to vanquish over 20 elite assassins, but not without sustaining a grievous stab wound to his abdomen. As he desperately attempted to flee, sensing the impending danger, he was struck by a heavy baton. As he collapsed, his gaze fixed upon the boss and his five accompanying assassins. In the present, Alex sensed the end of his life approaching. The pain became unbearable, his blood draining from his body. As death''s embrace enveloped him, he reflected on a life filled with missed opportunities and unfulfilled dreams. His regrets consumed him, leaving him with a yearning for a second chance. "Oh, sweet death... Is this what it feels like to pass on? I''ve wasted my life. I just wanted to be a better person and live a normal life¡­But alas, those dreams will forever remain unfulfilled. I wish I had lived with more purpose. What was my greatest regret? I can barely remember... I long for a second chance, but it seems fate has deemed it impossible." Rebirth 1 "Seems my luck has turned after death and I¡¯ll finally get a life where everything revolves around me as the main character," he muttered to himself with a mischievous grin. As he reveled in his imagined freedom, a voice other than the goddess boomed down from above, forcing him to bow his head. "Alex, due to your involuntary servitude and forced path of violence, you shall be granted rebirth to cleanse your soul and live a virtuous life." This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. "Aren''t immortals supposed to transcend such mundane emotions?" he thought to himself, a shiver running down his spine. "The heavens may have granted you redemption, but I abhor sending a tainted soul like you to my realm," the goddess declared. "What about my fantasy life? My freedom? My promise of redemption?" he thought frantically. "Never will I bestow a new existence upon a repugnant creature like you, who has prematurely sent souls to the underworld," the goddess asserted, as if reading his thoughts. "Even if I were to be born an orphan, in poverty, or cursed, I would still embrace the chance to live," Alex pleaded desperately. "Though I cannot defy the heavens, your redemption will be accompanied by suffering that will undoubtedly lead you to abandon your desire," the goddess stated, her smirk widening. "Huh? Where am I? Why am I red-skinned?" Alex muttered in confusion. Rebirth 2 "Ding! Congratulations on host awakening as an S-ranked demon." A floating device popped out before him. Alex looked down, embarrassed by his dangling anatomy. It turned out all demons were butt naked. "Ugh, a new life as a demon? Isn''t it the same as being sent to hell?" The system connected to him began briefing him on his current situation. It turned out he had been reincarnated in the world of Agnatus, managed by the Goddess. The world consisted of many races, and among them was the most despised: the demon race. In this world, demons were suppressed by all races and prevented from seeing the surface. Therefore, demons were holed up in dungeons with cave-like entrances, deep spaces, and harsh rocky environments filled with darkness and flames. Even after the suppression of demons, it turned out that humans would still seek out to enter dungeons to eradicate demons within them, as they could gain fame and wealth. However, the dungeons were also ranked, and some consisting of low-level nameless demons could be conquered, while high-level named demons were powerful and difficult to defeat. He had been reincarnated as an S-ranked demon, which was a named demon and could be considered powerful, but with curses clinging to him, his potential strength was halved. He could no longer claim to be an S-ranked. [alex status window overview] | {STATUS} | RANK: S | CLASS: WARRIOR | RACE: NAMED DEMON| LEVEL: 98 _________________________ | {STATS} {SKILLS} | |HP3456 | FIREBALL(lvl0)This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.| MP 598 | EARTHSTORM | STR 4674 | -(lvl5) | AGI 700 | MANA ABSORB | INT MAX | (lvl0)¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ªSystem NOTE : due to goddess curse all warriors skills has been locked and all stats halved ?? _________________________ He quickly grasped his new environment after several hours of explanation by the system. In the world of Earth, where he came from, due to the organization he worked with, he already had a familiarity with rankings. On Earth, an S-ranked assassin was literally high-ranked among all. But in the deepest part of what seemed like a hell-level dungeon, "Abyss," it turned out that S-ranked demons were the lowest-ranked here. He cursed the Goddess at heart. How cruel of her to not only send him to her realm as a hated demon race but also curse him, halving his strength and placing him in a slavery position. According to the system, demons evolved from A-rank nameless demon to an X-ranked god demon. And in a dungeon where S-ranked demons like him were surplus, it meant that it was also a demon lord''s abode. And currently, in the dungeon he was in, there were a total of 12 X-ranked demon lords who were confined. According to the law of the world, S-ranked demons were always confined to their abode except during the age of tribulations, where they were given a chance to cross the surface and their only goal was to wreak damage and conquer. But there was always a greater hero trampling them and defeating them, so they got another 400 years of confinement, repeating the cycle. His position as an S-ranked demon and his current situation made him among the thousands of slaves of the demon lords who were in charge of mining cores from the true flames in the dungeon, which were used to produce low-level demons by the demon lord and sent to the surface to evolve by killing and devouring other races. The demon lords had already split the abode, and each demon obtained his region. The demon lord Beelzebub, who was in charge of his region, was a hungry-like demon who could pick and eat any S-ranked demon when he felt like it. Looking at the demon lord, he looked human with only his aura and little horns differentiating him from a normal human. It turned out that the more a demon evolved, their skin peeled and made them look more human. He thought to himself that rather than curse the Goddess, he felt thankful. Although the demon race had many disadvantages, it also had its perks. His lifespan was in thousands of years compared to a normal human, which was 200 years at max, and with chances of evolution that could make him look more human. He could evolve, climb to the surface, and live a normal life. Then his gaze got more serious as he thought to himself... ¡°I need power to grow more stronger and evolve , not only will I become a demon lord,I¡¯ll get to the realm where no human can mess with me and I¡¯ll show you goddess my worth, not through pettiness or vengeance, but through sheer magnitude of power¡±. {System notification: detected that host can break curse by consuming 100 S-Ranked Demon Total consumed: 0/100 } Conquering This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Conquering with Flames "No, I cannot afford recklessness. I must strategize meticulously to ensure absolute success," he muttered, observing that the higher-ranking demons seemed oblivious to the disappearance of those he had consumed. With only 64 demon hearts remaining to devour, Alex tirelessly pursued his goal, unlocking his full potential and mastering his demonic abilities. "At this rate, that bastard will devour them all before I do," Alex lamented like a child robbed of his cherished candy. Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. "Guess that comes later," he muttered to himself. "Right now, getting stronger and evolving is the priority." He then resumed his work. attention had wandered from their mining duties, grew aggressive. The rumor, one of many spread by Alex, claimed that someone had found the female demon and was hiding her. He relentlessly fueled the already intense flames of hatred and envy among the demons. Word quickly spread that the female demon could only be won through displays of strength; whoever proved the strongest would naturally claim her. "Finally," Alex said to himself, a triumphant grin spreading across his face, "the perfect opportunity." He could have simply collected the fallen, harvested their hearts for consumption, and been done with it. But a surge of destructive energy, a desire to utterly defeat all who stood before him, possessed him. Chaotic god Alex updated status window overview _.--""--._ /STATUS\ |_______________| | RANK: S | | CLASS: WARRIOR | | RACE: NAMED DEMON| | LEVEL: 98 | |_______________| | STATS | |SKILLS | |_______________|___________| | HP 3460 | TRUE FLAMES | | [+14] | (lvl 5)-Max | | MP 3600 | EARTHSTORM | | [+3002] | (lvl 5) | | STR 5011 | MANA OUTBURST| | [+337] | (lvl 5)-Max | | AGI 852 | MANA ABSORB | | [+152] | (lvl 3) | | INT MAX | | |___________|_______________| \_.--""--._/ ||| ||| System NOTE: Due to a goddess''s curse, all warrior skills are locked and all stats are halved. ?? ` After his rigorous training regimen, which significantly increased his strength and granted him new skills like Mana Burst, and consistently upgraded his existing abilities, Alex was ready. His fireball skill had evolved into the powerful True Flames, a skill now at its maximum level. He could solidify the flames into weapons far superior to the demons'' hell axes. He conjured a flame blade from his wrist and a ring of flame-like saws above his head, deployable with his Mana Outburst skill and capable of targeting any number of foes¡ªalthough the MP cost was substantial. Looking at the endless supply of MP represented by the warring demons before him, a triumphant laugh escaped his lips. "Kuhahaha!" he roared, leaping into the air as if diving headfirst into a feast prepared just for him. Every demon screamed as they unleashed their strength, cornering each other without cooperation, enjoying only the thrill of cutting each other down in their desperate competition for dominance over the female demon.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Slashing with his right hand and using his flame blades defensively, Alex reveled in the battle''s intensity. Despite the curse weakening his warrior skills and requiring multiple strikes to inflict significant damage, his precise cuts to vital areas kept him at an advantage. As he slashed through the throng, the cacophony of war felt comforting, as if unleashing his true nature. His MP was constantly being depleted, but the deaths of his fellow demons provided an endless stream of mana replenishment. He also noticed he was gaining experience points (EXP), which would increase his level and allow him to evolve. With over 10,000 S-rank demons battling before him, he believed he could easily break the goddess''s curse. The battle raged on, demons fearlessly tearing each other apart, unleashing their skills in a chaotic maelstrom. Several figures, Alex among them, dominated the blood-soaked battlefield. His body underwent constant transformation, system notifications flashing incessantly. "But I can''t stop! It''s so much fun," he muttered, exhilarated amidst the hot flames and the cries of the dying. "And these aren''t humans; I can''t feel guilty." The sounds of battle reached the mighty throne room where Beelzebub sat. He dismissed them as the squealing of weaklings, initially uninterested in intervening. However, the sight of one particular demon caught his eye, and he settled in to watch. Unbeknownst to Alex, he had finally broken the goddess''s curse. A roar escaped his lips as the shackles fell away. A weight, heavy as a boulder, lifted from his shoulders; he felt lighter, faster, stronger. His muscles hardened, his true strength unleashed. A wicked grin stretched across his face, the aura of an S-rank demon now fully enveloping him. Looking at the remaining demons, he thought, "So many...so many sweet prizes." He couldn''t restrain himself; his blood pulsed faster, time seeming to slow around him. Unbeknownst to him, this phenomenon was a sign of his imminent breakthrough to S+ rank. He effortlessly countered the attacks of the demons surrounding him, slashing through them and ripping out still-beating hearts, sending them flying through the air. By now, the act of consuming demon hearts felt normal, a routine action, even though the curse was broken and he no longer needed the mana. Now, with his warrior skills unlocked, he was a whirlwind on the battlefield. His movements were blindingly fast, his flame sword an extension of his very being, connected deeply to his bones. His earth-shattering skills combined with his Mana Outburst, creating devastating area-of-effect attacks that obliterated his foes. The demon king''s gaze fixated on Alex. His movements were swift and graceful, a deadly dance performed with cold precision and a mischievous grin. He sliced through the fray, unleashing a torrent of Mana Outburst flames that incinerated demons, sending heads flying as he chomped down on their still-beating hearts. His evil aura enveloped him, making the other demons appear as helpless rabbits before a ravenous tiger. His shiny, bald head glowed, even amidst the blood spatter, the ring of flames around his head curling and snapping, piercing any demon foolish enough to attempt a sneak attack. "He looks like a battle god descended from the heavens," Beelzebub muttered, his fascination with the battle growing. His drool became more prominent as he envisioned devouring Alex, possessing him entirely. "How marvelous," he murmured to himself, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "How sweet his meat would be. I mustn''t miss those delicious, well-cooked tendons." The demon king''s hunger, a visceral, primal urge, intensified with each passing moment of Alex''s breathtaking display of power. Chaotic god falls "It''s like I''m destined for this," he whispered, but the memory of the goddess''s face¡ªher expression of disgust as she gazed into his soul¡ªshattered the illusion. "No," he growled, regaining his clarity. "This isn''t who I am. I''m different; destined for a new life, not a path of unending slaughter. I won''t become consumed by destruction like the other demons. I need to focus¡ªto level up, to evolve¡ªnot to destroy and lose myself in this chaos." He exhaled slowly, regaining control over his raging blood, suppressing the murderous intent that had nearly overwhelmed him. "I mustn''t delay this," he muttered, vanishing into a blur of motion, his speed now almost supernatural. He resumed his assault, vanquishing demons and consuming their hearts. He noticed that demons whose hearts hadn''t been consumed after death¡ªdue to the lingering effects of the True Flame''s power¡ªwere inexplicably recovering and rejoining the fray. "What''s wrong?" he wondered, frantically checking his status window. Nothing explained this sudden, miserable state; it wasn''t related to his impending breakthrough. His eyes began pulsating violently, as if on the verge of exploding, a searing pain radiating from within. Hot, red blood welled up and began dripping down his face. His head drooped, and as he glanced at the True Flames, a fleeting shadow in their reflection revealed a demon standing silently behind him. "A demon behind me...but I couldn''t sense his presence," he thought, his strength completely gone. He wanted to fight back, to defend himself, but his power was utterly sapped, and his vision was blurring, his sight deteriorating rapidly.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. "Ah, so some bastards evolved before me," he realized, the pieces clicking into place. While the goddess''s curse had hindered his growth, other demons, locked in battle from the very beginning, had reached S+ rank. The sudden loss of strength he had felt was the overwhelming aura suppression of an S+ rank demon. As the True Flames seeped into him, healing the shattered bones in his leg, his eyes remained agonizingly blurry. "Ah, he was showing me something interesting earlier, but how disappointing," Beelzebub muttered from his vantage point, where he had been observing the battle. "Won''t he show me more?" The demon king''s disappointment was palpable; the sudden shift in power dynamics had robbed him of the spectacle he craved. "What''s the use now?" he wondered aloud. "How do I fight without sight? How can I even evolve?" Before he could dwell on his predicament, another demon''s axe slammed into his cheek, sending him sprawling. He tumbled, battered and bruised, his already failing eyesight struggling to make sense of the chaotic battlefield. He could now clearly see the overwhelming presence of S+ rank demons¡ªtheir numbers far exceeding those of the remaining S-rank demons; out of the 4000+ demons still fighting, the tide had turned decisively against them. "Uh, what''s ''forced ascension''?" Alex muttered, his vision swimming. "Do I even have a choice? I must survive." His blurry vision barely guiding his trembling hand, he frantically clicked ''Yes''. Forced Ascension "Yes," surrendering himself to the system''s forced ascension. The cacophony of the war, the echoes of demonic battle cries, gradually faded, the intensity of the conflict seemingly waning as if the war itself was finally ending. His eyesight, already compromised, had completely vanished; plunged into darkness, his awareness was now hyper-focused on the torrent of data flooding his brain. The system, after conducting a thorough body scan, prioritized his damaged eyes and legs for evolution¡ªa desperate gamble to enhance agility and survivability. unleash relentless and fast |paced punches obliterating foe If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. "What? Even after evolution, why is my head still bald?" he muttered, his newfound power momentarily overshadowed by this minor detail. He worried that this forced evolution might somehow hinder his future development. The system, however, informed him that he would simply need twice the initial experience points required for a full S+ rank evolution to regrow his hair. While pondering this, an S-rank demon launched a surprise attack, aiming to crush him with a devastating elbow strike. Alex¡¯s corneas shifted, his gaze¡ªenhanced by Spectral Pierce¡ªinstantly analyzing the demon''s trajectory, calculating the optimal counterattack. Faster than a blink, he identified the optimal evasion and counter-strike opportunity. With a single, seemingly casual punch, he activated Rapid-Fire Pummel. The single blow exploded into a flurry of devastating strikes, sending the demon hurtling backward into the darkness, his fate unknown. "Wow, truly amazing¡ªthis strength, this power!" Alex breathed, gazing at his fire-wreathed fist. His performance, his reign of dominance over the battlefield, was about to begin. With newfound speed, he dashed toward the nearest S+ rank demon. "Not only will I tear you apart," he snarled, "I''ll chew your hearts out!" His fist connected, a devastating impact blow that sent the S+ rank demon crashing to its knees. He didn''t wait; his gaze already fixed on another target, he launched himself forward, a predator unleashed. Having acquired his new skills, he planned to master them quickly, conserving his MP for the more demanding abilities, ensuring he could endure this relentless battle. . "Kuhahaha! Almost there! I knew it! I''ll make you all experience a fear you''ve never known!" he roared, standing defiantly amidst the storm of hate, their combined aura pressing down on him. His body, adorned in the flaming blood of his slain foes, and his gleaming bald head, made him stand out starkly from the hairy S+ demons. He could hear their curses raining down on him. "Aren''t we demons supposed to talk with our fists?" he taunted, unleashing his True Flames, solidifying them into a spear with his Mana Outburst skill. Instantly countering their oppressive aura, he unleashed a wide-area attack that, while doing minimal damage, allowed him to break free. He hurled the spear, piercing the skull of some unfortunate demon, and with his momentum, unleashed his Earth Shattering skill. The Feast or the Fight His high spirits plummeted. "I''m screwed," he realized, his battle-forged confidence crumbling. "How do I explain this? What excuse can I possibly make? Wait¡­ what if he''s already noticed me? If they''re calling him a demon lord, of course he''s already on to me." He relied on his Spectral Pierce, his enhanced vision cutting through the chaos as he evaded attacks, turning his enemies'' movements against them. "Hahahahahaha!" he roared, his amusement unrestrained. "So, something interesting has been happening here." Beelzebub, still brimming with cruel amusement, replied, "It was even more exhilarating than I''d imagined! A feast fit for a king has been specially prepared for me," his deep, cruel laughter sending shivers down Alex''s spine¡ªthe chilling anticipation of being devoured. "Ah, I''ve gone too far," Alex thought. "I''ve been noticed. I''m going to be eaten. Alas, my bet with the goddess was doomed from the start."Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. "Why are you only thinking about eating?" Geto asked, his tone serious. "Can''t you see? You''ve stumbled upon a method to strengthen our demonic forces!" The demon kings had always believed that their pawns could only be strengthened by the slaughter of humans, with only a small percentage gaining power through mining in the True Flames. But the current scene clearly demonstrated that violence and rage were the most effective means of strengthening demons. "What method? I don''t want to hear it," Beelzebub retorted, his disappointment palpable. "These are merely appetizers to whet my appetite," he said dismissively. Geto pressed on, "Isn''t this a waste? To consume such powerful pawns?" After a protracted argument with the stubborn Beelzebub, Geto proposed a wager. If Geto won, he would secure the three strongest warriors under Beelzebub''s command, including Alex. If he lost, Beelzebub could have his arm, or Geto would help replenish his diminished demonic forces. It was a simple bet, but the lure of consuming his fellow demon king''s arm proved too tempting for Beelzebub to resist. "Of course, I''ll accept! Your arm will make a delicious delicacy," he declared, his eyes gleaming with predatory pleasure, his drool already flowing. Geto''s proposition was a simple tournament match; the winner would be decided by their chosen champions. "Hahahaha! So it''s just a match, and the victory hinges on our pawns. You must be confident in yours. But if you had witnessed the spectacle I just did, you wouldn''t dare dream of victory!" he said, already tasting the sweet reward of Geto''s arm. Having witnessed Alex''s prowess firsthand, Beelzebub was utterly confident in his choice. "Hahaha! This moment deserves to be recorded as one of my happiest memories!" Beelzebub bellowed, his gaze sweeping across the remaining demons, who bowed their heads in awe before his crushing aura. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned Alex and three other demons¡ªthe last survivors of the battle¡ªtheir bodies floating toward him. Alex could only silently pray for divine intervention. He couldn''t help but wonder if he was about to be devoured; still bald, he looked like a mere S-rank demon. Crimson Promise This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. Midnight fortress Stolen novel; please report. Emerge The relentless stabbing continued, waves of excruciating pain coursing through Alex. After a certain number of strikes, the demon would force a stone into his mouth, sealing the wounds and making the knives disappear. The torture resumed, the demon pulling new knives from the subspace, each stab more precise than the last. Alex soon realized that the subspace could materialize any torturous object the demon imagined, and he could shift weapons, maximizing the pain while minimizing the actual physical damage. After what felt like an eternity, Alex could no longer contain his anguish. Tears welled in his swollen eyes, his only means of expressing the torment he endured. His body trembled uncontrollably as the demon¡¯s shadow, looming over him, seemed to morph into a grim and heartless representation of his tormentor. "Wow, you really made me work hard to get those tears out at last," the demon said, his heavy breath falling on Alex¡¯s neck, causing him to whimper. "Ding!" As if hearing the sound of a savior, Alex instantly lifted his head, the fear momentarily receding. A surge of positive energy coursed through him, and a smile spread across Alex¡¯s face, despite the knives still piercing his body. His eyes widened with manic glee. His smile was not one of madness, but one of joy. The torture, he realized, had been worth it; it had pushed him to the breaking point, completing the experience points needed for a full S+ evolution. The tormentor, witnessing Alex''s crazy grin, felt a chill. He thought highly of Alex, saying, "Well, I''m glad you''re that happy with my training, but we''re done here." He snapped his fingers, and the shadows binding Alex to the chair vanished. Already in the process of evolving, Alex unleashed a guttural roar as the bindings disappeared, making him appear as a demon consumed by pure rage. "Interesting," the demon remarked. "The faces of the demons I see after the training are usually teary and filled with fear. But this pure rage I see in you makes you a masterpiece of my efforts." He happily praised Alex, pleased with his creation.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. Meanwhile, Alex¡¯s muscles and bones were undergoing a complete restructuring. His shiny bald head was finally sprouting beautiful black hair that quickly grew long and lush. The pain from the evolution was intense, but he suppressed his screams, his face contorting with both rage and agony. Managing to drag his feet, he rushed to open the door. The figure that emerged was truly transformed. He finally had the beautiful hair he desired, and his stats had increased beyond those of a standard S+ demon. Forgetting his fear and the torment he had endured, he couldn¡¯t bear to look back. He fled from the cursed passageway, reaching the outer gates, where he found demons Ru and Bu collapsed on the ground, resting. ***** On the surface world of Agnatus, powerful heroes were once again emerging, their strength and fame rivaling all who had come before. Among them was Eren, a half-elf, also reincarnated by the goddess. Eren happened to be one of the wealthy men''s sons that Alex had killed on Earth. When he found himself before the goddess, and was told that he was being given a chance to reincarnate as a hero to save his new world from the demon lord, his reaction was one of utter disbelief and resentment. He cursed at the goddess, shouting, "Oh, fuck! Do you think I care? I don''t want to be part of your hero''s fight dramas! Just send me back to Earth, please! I have all of my father''s wealth waiting for me!" Eren, arrogant and entitled, couldn''t accept that his life as a rich kid had suddenly ended. He didn''t appreciate the second chance he was about to receive, consumed by bitterness over his past life. The goddess, however, having lost her only viable candidate to serve as a hero, was forced to rely on him. She had managed to pull his soul, but now he was refusing to cooperate. Thus, she pleaded with him, offering rewards and promising to accept his terms. He could choose any power he wanted, and immediately return to Earth after defeating the demon kings. Another one "Ugh, you really leave me no choice," Eren grumbled, grudgingly accepting the goddess''s proposal. He then proceeded to demand everything he felt he would need for a perfect life. He insisted on being reincarnated as the most handsome and manly man. When asked what kind of power he wanted to use to conquer the demon kings, he simply said, "I just need the strongest of all. I''m not good at choosing stuff like that." He then boldly asked, "Who''s the strongest in this world?" The goddess, recognizing that this figure was the demon king Alto, who controlled death and possessed godly artifacts, was taken aback when Eren demanded to be imbued with twice the strength and magical abilities of Alto. "Impudence!" she exclaimed, her gentle and vulnerable facade replaced with an ominous aura of barely contained fury. "That''s like asking to consume my very being! Even I cannot go against the heavens and descend upon the world! How then can I send you with a strength comparable to mine?" However, Eren, a skilled businessman in his past life with high-level negotiation skills, simply smirked, smoothly justifying his request with various arguments and excuses, relentlessly pressing his case. The goddess, already stressed and exasperated, thought deeply, finally arriving at a solution, though it was one that tested her patience. ¡°You''ll descend as an empty vessel, unable to wield mana on your own, but you can borrow my strength once a day," she declared. "However, the amount of power you can borrow, and how long you can use it, will depend on how well you strengthen your own body to handle it." As she spoke, a golden wind emanated from the goddess''s lips, gently lifting Eren''s soul. In a blink, he opened his eyes, feeling the raw sensation of being alive. He found himself lying beneath a tree, dressed in tattered adventurer''s garb, bloodstains marking the signs of a recent struggle against a wild beast. He instinctively checked his abdomen, relieved to find it intact. At that moment, information about his current self flooded his mind.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. Eren had been reincarnated into the exalted elf race and specifically as the exiled elf prince, Yeager. This was no ordinary elf. Prince Yeager had been praised for his unparalleled genius. As a mere ten-year-old, he had annihilated an entire elite demonic army of 2000. He was a skilled mage, beloved by mana itself, which allowed him to effortlessly wield high-tier spells. However, being pampered and idolized from such a young age had fostered a cruel and arrogant attitude. Prince Yeager had become convinced of his own superiority, losing the drive to learn new spells or refine his magical skills. This arrogance was his undoing when he attended a supreme-level tournament that united all races except the demons. He entered the tournament, confident in his victory, but was utterly crushed by a noble dwarf named Mayden. Mayden possessed a body that could absorb and disperse mana, naturally negating medium and higher-rank magic spells. Mayden, with his incredible speed, closed the distance before Yeager could cast a forbidden-level spell and delivered a devastating punch to his frail body, causing his internal organs to explode. After this crushing defeat before millions of spectators, the prince''s status plummeted. His ruthless nature, which he had thought made him stronger, contributed to his humiliation, driving away any sympathy. His destroyed organs were replaced with mechanical ones to sustain his life, which caused him to lose his affinity for mana. His strength as a great mage was gone, his status as a prodigy destroyed. The other princes, previously oppressed and bullied by Yeager, seized the opportunity to repay him for his cruelty. With the loss of the elders'' support, Yeager could no longer secure his title and was shamefully exiled from the elven lands. Though his status as a powerful mage had crumbled, Yeager''s famed beauty remained, making him a target for ruthless women seeking handsome consorts or decorative trophies. His life became a relentless chase. He was forced to flee into the forbidden forest, where he was eventually attacked and killed by a deadly wolf, his life extinguished so that Eren could be reincarnated into his body. Awaken halo Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. looking at the goddess doll figure ¡°now can I communicate with the goddess cause I have a few complains ¡° he said staring daggers at the figure . Competing Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. Competing 2 The arena hummed with a palpable tension as the demonic gladiators took their positions. Geto, a wide, unsettling grin plastered across his face, stepped forward, his voice a low, theatrical rumble. ¡°Behold, you lowly demons,¡± he announced, gesturing dramatically towards his side of the stage. "These are the warriors I have selected to test the mettle of our brave contestants ¨C Ragna, Cali, and Cabi!" A hush fell over the crowd as three figures emerged, their presence strangely underwhelming at first glance. They were all roughly human-sized, a stark contrast to the towering demons that populated the arena. However, the air crackled with an intense aura of menace. Ragna, the central figure, had short, spiky black hair, and piercing red eyes that seemed to bore into the very souls of those who met his gaze. His features were sharp and angular, and a network of dark veins snaked across his exposed arms and neck. Cali, to his left, possessed long, silver hair that fell in sharp, almost metallic strands around her pale face. Her eyes glowed with an unsettling violet light, and her lips were stretched into a cruel, knowing smile. Cabi, on the right, was the most unassuming. He was bald with a calm face, but his eyes were always moving around with a wild spark, as if looking for something to destroy. His posture was deceptively relaxed, but a subtle tremor ran through his body, like a coiled spring waiting to unleash. "Let the games begin!" Geto boomed, his laughter echoing through the arena as the ground beneath the competitors shifted to reveal a vast, circular battlefield of burning embers. The air shimmered with heat, the flames casting dancing shadows that seemed to writhe and coil like living things, Demonic whispers followed Cali¡¯s every move. Alex braced himself, his heart pounding a heavy rhythm against his ribs. Ru and Bu, on either side of him, visibly trembled, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and determination. The three gladiators lunged forward, their movements blurring as they attacked.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. Ru and Bu, despite their earlier bravado, were immediately overwhelmed. Cali moved with blinding speed, her silver hair trailing behind her like a shimmering whip. She unleashed a flurry of attacks, each precise and deadly. Ru tried to counter with his brute force, but Cali¡¯s strikes were too fast and too sharp, finding the gaps in his armor. He grunted as one blow sent him flying towards the burning edges of the arena, his muscles screaming in protest. The crowd chuckled as he fell flat on his face. Bu, meanwhile, found himself battling against Cabi''s unsettling, unorthodox fighting style. Cabi''s movements were erratic, almost unpredictable, a confusing blend of feints and bursts of raw power. He dodged Bu''s every attack with a calm and wild grin before landing a devastating blow that sent Bu crashing to the ground, spitting blood. The two demons looked up, bruised, battered and utterly defeated, their earlier arrogance replaced with fear. "Having fun yet?" Cali''s voice dripped with amusement as she toyed with Ru, her violet eyes glinting maliciously. "Such a disappointment, and I was so looking forward to seeing a decent fight," Cabi yawned, effortlessly sidestepping another of Bu''s desperate attacks. Ragna, however, was solely focused on Alex. The moment their eyes met, a wave of raw pressure crashed down on Alex like a physical blow. Alex who thought he was sure to win and losing was an option couldn¡¯t help but clear his thoughts as he decided to give it his all, Ragna moved like a predator, his strikes precise and merciless, forcing Alex to evade to stay in the fight. The two engaged in a furious exchange of blows, the sounds of their clash reverberating throughout the arena. Alex used his spectral piece to analyze the flow of Ragna¡¯s Attacks, while attempting to land strikes of his own, but Ragna seemed to anticipate his every move, countering with a brutal efficiency. "Is that all you got?" Ragna sneered, his voice a low, menacing growl. He sent a powerful punch that ripped through Alex''s guard, sending him reeling backwards. "He''s not even trying!" Moloch giggled, clapping his hands with delight. "Look at the pitiful things struggling!" His eyes gleamed as he watched the battle unfold. Submerge "They''re certainly¡­ *enthusiastic* in their efforts," Kael remarked, feigning boredom but his eyes were wide with a mixture of fascination and disdain. "But, alas, Geto''s warriors are simply too skilled. I must ask, how can beezelbub possibly allow his demons to get pushed around like that! When he confidently agree to this duel" He fanned himself dramatically. Beezelbub''s face was a mask of suppressed rage. His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white, and a low growl rumbled from deep within his chest. "Such an utter disgrace!" he snarled, his voice trembling with suppressed anger. "Those worms are making me look bad!" Despite the pressure he was under, Alex refused to yield. He gritted his teeth, channeling every bit of his focus. He unleashed his true flames, hoping to catch Ragna off guard, but Ragna merely swatted them aside with a casual flick of his wrist. Frustrated, Alex called upon the earth, creating a massive EARTHSTORM, rocks and debris erupting around them. He launched a ferocious onslaught, unleashing a thousand rapid-fire punches, his body a blur of motion. He pushed his body to the limit, activating his Mana Burst, then drawing back on the energy, and using Mama Absorb to increase his speed and power. But Ragna was an unyielding wall, absorbing each attack and countering with overwhelming force. Despite the pain, Alex refused to give up, and he would push himself to the limit to keep fighting. Yet, the backlash from his constant skill usage was taking a heavy toll on him, his movements growing heavier, his breathing shallow and strained. "Just give up already, you are just wasting your effort and my time," Ragna said, his boredom apparent even in his voice. "If this is all you demons got, then I guess there is nothing else for me to do here."This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. The arena was in uproar, the tension reaching a fever pitch. Could Alex somehow turn the tide? Or were he, Ru, and Bu destined for a crushing defeat? The demon kings watched, their faces a mixture of amusement, anticipation, and mounting frustration. Geto''s self-satisfied grin widened as he watched his warriors dismantle Alex''s team with seemingly effortless ease. He was already savoring the victory, imagining the look on Beezelbub''s face when he claimed Alex and his companions as his own. He leaned back, his confidence bordering on arrogance. "This is what true strength looks like, my dear Beezelbub," he mused, his voice laced with a condescending tone. However, the tide was about to turn, and Geto, along with everyone else in the arena, was about to witness something extraordinary. Ru and Bu, battered and bruised, lay on the edge of defeat. Pain shot through their bodies with each breath, but a stubborn spark refused to be extinguished. With grunts of effort and strained limbs, their hands found each other, a desperate connection that seemed to ignite a hidden power. The connection pulsed with a surge of energy, a top-tier synergy skill awakening within them. They called it, "Twin Soul Surge," a technique that amplified their speed, strength, and attack power by synchronizing their movements and energies. A collective gasp rippled through the arena as Ru and Bu seemed to move as one, their bodies a blur of motion. They launched themselves at Cali and Cabi, the force of their synchronized attack catching the proud demons completely off guard. A powerful kick from Bu connected squarely with Cali''s jaw, sending several of her teeth flying, a spray of violet blood staining the fiery ground. The usually composed Cali was thrown back by the force, her eyes widening in a mixture of shock and fury. Meanwhile, Alex, despite his valiant efforts, was being pummeled into the ground by Ragna. Each of Ragna¡¯s strikes connected with bone-jarring force. Ragna kept kicking Alex''s head, the kicks landing with sickening thuds against his skull, sending waves of agony through his body. Alex coughed up blood, struggling to maintain his composure and unleash any skill. His vision blurred as he was on the verge of collapse. "That''s it? You call this a fight?" Ragna sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "I''m almost bored."