Chapter 1: Perfect Hero : A Glimpse into the future
The winds howled as they blew through the deserted wastelands, carrying the metallic scent of blood in it's cloud of dust. The battlefield stretched endlessly, littered with corpses and dying warriors struggling to cling to life. The echoes of war spilled red across the land.
It all began with the emergence of the Towers, their unknown forces launching relentless attacks upon the world. The demons, seeking to merge all Realms into one, tore through the dimensional cracks and unleashed destruction upon Elhime and the the other realms.
Five realm had already fallen to their assault, merging into a single larger realm with only 4 remaining Elhime, the Dragon realm, the Murim, and The Dead Valley.
Now, amidst the slaughter, a single scream of agony pierced through the storm.
"AAAAAHHHH!"
Baron lets out a gut-wrenching scream in pain, his voice raw as his arm was torn from his body. Blood gushed from the wound, soaking the earth beneath him. He gritted his teeth, refusing to give in to the unbearable pain. Standing before him, towering over four meters tall, was the 110th Demon King.
The monstrous being had a body similar to an ogre, its muscles bulging, beneath dark, scaly skin. Its crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as it lifted Baron effortlessly by his throat, dangling him like a broken doll.
"HAHAHA!" The Demon King's voice roared like thunder. "Give up, human! You cannot win! Give up, and I might just let you live."
Baron struggled, to breath. His vision blurred, but his determination did not waver. Through gritted teeth, he spat out his response "You... will never... beat us... you damn DEMON!"
The Demon King mocked him, tightening his grip. "You think you can stand against the Demon God?" The Demon King laughed.
"HAHAHA! You fool! I am the weakest of the Demon Lords! Even if you somehow manage to defeat me, there are 110 more waiting for you—each stronger than the last!"