Outer Space — Demonic Realm — The Demon Palace
In the heart of the Demonic Realm, where cosmic storms twisted the very fabric of reality and monstrous stars hung like bleeding wounds in the sky, stood the Demon Palace—a citadel carved from black obsidian and laced with crimson veins of ancient power.
Inside its throne hall, vast and echoing, a man sat upon a throne raised above nine bloodstained steps. His presence was absolute, his aura crushing. He wore flowing red robes beneath a black mantle that shimmered like a void, absorbing even the light. His gaze was sharp, fixed, unreadable—as though watching something no one else could see.
Below him, five demons sat silently on lesser thrones, dressed in uniform red. Each was a creature of power and terror in their own right, yet none dared speak in the presence of the one they called Master.
The man's voice broke the stillness, low and cold.
"What is this?"
Before his eyes, suspended in the air, a crimson screen shimmered—only visible to him. Arcane symbols danced across it, forming lines of text like whispers from an ancient machine.
He smirked.
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I suppose you're wondering what a man like me is doing here.
Fifty years ago, I was torn from Earth and cast into this twisted realm. It wasn't a gentle arrival. The moment I landed, beasts, demons, and nightmares from every corner of this wretched place came for me. They saw me as prey. An intruder. A challenge.
They were wrong.
I destroyed them. Every single one. I don't know why I was so powerful—only that it felt like something ancient and unstoppable surged through me. I didn't just fight to survive. I annihilated.
And when the dust settled, when even the bravest dared not approach me, they gave me a name:
Ruthless Demonic King. RDK.
A title soaked in blood. It fit.
Since then, I've walked alone—through fire, through death, through madness. I've ruled with silence and slaughter. Even the demons feared me.
But then it appeared—this window. This…System.
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The screen shifted, pulsing as a mechanical chime echoed in his mind.
Ding!
Host, you must become stronger. Your chosen rival will be born soon.
Ding!
I am the Demonic System, chosen to guide your evolution. You must prepare for your destined battle.
The screen flickered and transformed into a new interface. Alex narrowed his eyes, scanning it.
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STATUS WINDOW
Name: Alex
Title: Ruthless Demonic King
Cultivation Level: One Mystic Divine Origin
Demon Points: 0
Appearance: 10/10
Passive Techniques:
Death Magic: Command the forces of death at will.
Undetectable Presence: Blend into darkness; near-impossible to sense.
Telekinesis: Manipulate objects with the mind alone.
Death Sense: Instinctively detect death and destruction around you.
Active Techniques:
Death Ray: Unleash a concentrated beam of death energy that devastates all it touches.
Death Slash: Cut through matter and spirit alike with a blade of pure death.
Death Ward: Summon a defensive barrier that absorbs damage and negates afflictions.
Soul Stealer: Claim the soul of any who fall to your power, strengthening your own.
A suggestion appears: "You may choose to conceal your techniques for a better experience."
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Alex leaned back slightly, a hand resting under his chin. His eyes narrowed in thought.
So… a rival is coming. Someone destined to fight me… to kill me, maybe. And this goddamn system finally decides to show up now?
Late as always.
Before he could curse it again, the screen flashed.
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Ding!
Host, your first mission has arrived.
Mission: Survive the Strongest Cultivator of Outer Space
Rewards:
+100 Demon Points
Unlock New System Feature
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A low chuckle escaped Alex's lips. His crimson eyes glinted with malice.
"So… someone strong wants to fight me, huh?" he said, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
Below, the five demons stirred. The weight of their master's words had reached them. Whispers began to spread among them like wildfire.
"Did you hear that? Someone's coming to fight him..."
"But Master didn't give us any orders."
"If he gets angry, we're dead. Don't speak too loudly!"
"Just shut up and wait—don't make eye contact!"
Their voices were hushed, fearful. Each of them had seen what happened to those who annoyed the Ruthless Demonic King. And if a storm was truly coming… they knew they might only survive by clinging to his shadow.
But high above them, Alex didn't even spare them a glance. His eyes were locked on something far beyond—on the horizon of fate itself.
And in his heart, a thrill stirred.
Let them come.
Whoever this rival was… they would find that the king of this realm still had no equal.