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### Chapter 1
“If this goes on, they will cease to exist anywhere,” said a being with red skin and folded wings behind him.
“Abbador, you well know what your brothers did—mostly Lucifer, the man-child, and Abaddon, going around destroying the galaxy. And please, don’t get me started on Asmodeus, causing multi-galaxy-level chaos with thousands of goddesses chasing after him.”
Abbador, the being in question, just turned his head away in shame. ‘Motherfucking bastard always causing trouble and throwing me under the bus whenever mother calls us.’
Waving tiredly, Abbador disappeared from the spot he was.
Staring at the vast expanse of space in which 80% of civilization is trying to hunt, kill, or destroy demons, he muttered, “Mm, 80%.”
“80% of course, why didn’t I think of it?” Slapping her thighs and stretching her hand to project her will, she created a magic circle. From it came a demon with hair as black as the night and eyes deep and hollow, devoid of any feelings, with angel-like wings but red.
He bowed his head. “You called for me, Mother.”
“Mm, I have a mission for you, Azeroth.” ‘He has always been the most serious one, so he is our best bet.’
After a few minutes of explaining the mission, Azeroth spoke, “If I may, how about sending my son?”
With a piercing glare and fierce aura, her voice boomed, “WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, AZEROTH?!”
“No, I do not mean my other sons. I meant Adrien.”
“Oh, that makes much more sense. Go tell him what the mission is about.”
On his way to his son, Azeroth couldn’t help but think, ‘They are also her grandchildren. Why does she dislike them? Who am I kidding, they are no different from my brothers.’ *sigh*
### Back to the Queen
*knock knock*
“You may enter.”
Standing in front of the queen is a woman in a French maid outfit, whose hair is red with a hint of black on her fringes. This woman, known as the psychotic blade of the queen, is feared for wiping out an entire civilization for killing her pet.
“My queen, if I may ask—”
“Maria, how many times must I tell you? When it’s just the two of us, call me by my name.”
“Yes, Queen Lilith.”
“Ugh, never mind. Go on.”
“Why are you permitting Sir Aien to go on this mission?”
**sigh** “You all can’t feel it in his bloodline. When he was born, his bloodline and potential were so strong we had to seal it. But here’s the thing: it was me, his mother, and Esmeralda with the supreme elder who sealed his bloodline.”
Tilting her head in confusion, Maria was perplexed. ‘Just to seal a baby?’
“To top it off, our powers weren’t enough. His mother had to sacrifice her life force and all her strength to seal his bloodline.”
“Hold ON! My queen, is this true? We are talking about his mother, one of the supreme cosmic entities of her race.”
Turning back, the queen replied, “Yes, she did.”
“Just how powerful is his bloodline?”
“No one knows.”
### Back to Azeroth
“So, do you understand?”
“Yes, father.”
“I give you a few minutes. When you are done, meet me in the lobby.”
### Aien’s POV
Watching my dad leave, I knew this mission was important. It was my chance to prove myself. After packing, I went to meet my dad.
“I’m ready.”
He looked at me, trying to scrutinize my debut. He didn’t say a word and just turned around, so I followed him.
‘So the plan is to go and assist a galaxy and slowly raise the reputation of demons. If possible, save them a few times. Feels easy.’
“We are here.”
In front of me was a place I had never been to before and a door so plain you would forget it immediately after seeing it.
“Mm, a spell.”
“That’s right, an exoconcealing spell.”
‘I wonder what is so important they had to apply this kind of spell.’
My dad pointed his hand towards the door. “Arakuta sesame.”
The door slowly slid open, and in front of me was a dimensional rift, a huge one, probably a class 6 portal.
“This is my stop.”
Looking back at my old man, I gave him a nod and stepped inside.
### Meanwhile
“My queen, which civilization did you send him to?”
“Mysteria on the edge of tomorrow.”
“Mm.”
“Mmmmmm.”
“Where did you say again, my queen?”
“Mysteria.”
“Oh my, that’s an upper-class 9 multi-level civilization, one which nobody knows anything about!”
Lilith crossed her legs and replied, “I know.”
“My queen, do you understand what you have done?”
“I do.”
‘No, you don’t. When those crazy-ass four bitches find out that their favorite disciple is the only thing keeping them sane, God knows what they will do.’
‘Looking at Maria, I understand her, but she doesn’t understand. He needs to go. The system is the only thing that can save him and balance the energy inside him.’
Staring through the walls, she could see Azeroth on his knees weeping.
‘So sad. He must not show emotion related to love to him.’
### Back to Aien
“Uhhh, that didn’t feel good.”
Raising my head, I was in a room, more like a lobby, filled with doors of different colors and souls of different races around me.
‘I’m to look for a black door.’
Moving around, I could see souls going for different doors. The most popular one is the harem god.
After minutes of searching, I finally found it. The door was black like the abyss, leaking eerie vibes.
Channelling my courage, I entered inside. Within was nothing, just darkness, but I kept on walking and found a throne room. In the middle of the room was a throne, and seated on it was a being whom I couldn’t see the end of—huge and majestic.
“WHO ARE YOU?”
“Wahh.”
Can’t hear it.
It decided to reduce its size to a small mountain.
I could finally see it, or rather him, adorned in black and gold. His face was no different from the void of nothingness—no eyes or any other features.
“WHO ARE YOU?” I asked.
“HOW DARE YOU ASK MY MASTER’S NAME?!”
A strange human in black and red armor barked.
“It’s okay, Nathaniel. I am the god of death and the void, ruler of souls, and king of the pilgrim—ARGON.”
“Ok.”
“Would you like to become my vassal?”
“Yes, I would.” ‘I mean, that is the whole reason why I’m here.’
A dark wisp slowly made its way inside me, and I felt a connection to this god.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why is there no one at your door?”
“I am hated by all.”
“I can see that, but why exactly?”
Turning his head sideways, Argon began speaking.
“You see, we gods bless people. When we find an exceptional mortal, we make them our vassal, or as the mortals call it, hero. But you see, my vassal killed the other heroes and their family members and also burned down their temples and churches. Since then, any vassal I make is hunted down and killed.”
“So I will also be hunted down and killed.”
“Mm, yes.”
“FUCK YOU, GODDAMNIT! What kind of god are you?!”
“I MEAN, ARGHHH, FUCK BOTH OF YOU!”
It was a very comical scene to see a god and his right-hand being scolded by a mortal.
‘Seriously, Dad, this god is unreliable.’
“I can make it up to you.”
Pointing my finger at him, I replied, “You had better.”
He snapped his fingers, and in front of me were monoliths with scribblings on them.
“These monoliths are the inborn powers you can choose that have to do with me. Pick three, and note the ones with golden marks are the ones which have been picked before.”
Moving around them and checking their descriptions, I realized, “What sort of trash is this?”
‘Eh, trash? These are powers the world will kill for, or am I wrong?’ Argon wondered.
In a conspicuous corner, I saw four monoliths. ‘This is it.’
“I want these four.”
Shaking his head, Argon replied, “I can’t give you four. It’s against the rules.”
“Eh, are you stupid? Look, listen to me. You told me that there is an evil entity, right?”
“Yes, there is.”
“Can’t you see? Anyone who defeats this being will have their god worshipped. They will be praised as the heroes for a long time, meaning more divine energy for the god.”
“And?”
“So, do you think the other gods are gonna hold back on the number of powers they give their hero when the end goal is a massive amount of divine energy?”
Thinking about it, Argon looked down. ‘They probably won’t.’
“Ok, I’ll give them to you.”
Stretching forth his hands, Argon began to whisper in an ancient dialect, and the monoliths turned into golden streams of energy and entered into Adrien.
Staring deep into my soul, I could see the four monoliths hanging around and circling an eerie dark orb.
“So, I will be sending you on your way.”
“Hold up.” I looked towards Nathaniel.
“Hey, aren’t you gonna give me something? I mean, with all your words, you can’t even give your master’s vassal a gift?”
“You, hmph.” Raising his fingers, Nathaniel snapped them.
Suddenly, a panel appeared in front of me.
[Demigod of war and blood has sent you the following blessings:
Craft of warBlessing of martial body
Understanding of all languages in Mysteria
Proficiency in all weapons
Proficiency in bloodwork]
Looking at all the blessings, I was…
‘Holy shit, that’s a lot.’
Facing Nathaniel, I expressed my gratitude.
“Thanks a lot, man.”
‘What I mean is that I gave him super monoliths, yet he never said thank you—just tons of scolding and abuses,’ Argon thought jealously.
“Hey, old man, I’m ready.”
“Good luck. May Asphirai be with you.”
Opening my eyes, I found myself in a…”Oh fuck!!!!”
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