In the land of battle, countless soldiers of various races and ethnicities fought against a single race: the demons.
Despite the problems and differences in customs and traditions between humans, elves, angels, orcs, barbarians, and dwarves—who rarely interacted with the other races—
they found themselves united against a common enemy: the demons, who sought to destroy their world and exploit its resources.
In the midst of the battle, six individuals of different races fought the Demon King, among them Daniel de Molière.
He was at the forefront, like any hero in a fantasy novel, though not the protagonist, merely a supporting character.
A faint smile played on his lips as he aimed his sword at the wounded Demon King.
"Your end is near, Demon King Acathir Reiner. Two hundred years of fighting have passed." And battles continued until this moment arrived, awaited.
Acator Reiner kept looking towards Daniel Tarta and his companions, who were standing with great difficulty due to the serious injuries they had sustained during the fight.
This brought a clear, mocking smile to his face as he turned his gaze back to Daniel, speaking in a tone filled with sarcasm.
He then spoke, his sword poised for attack, "It's alright, Daniel. Even if you die or lose, remember one thing: you didn't fight the true Demon King. I'm just a demon who ascended a throne. I don't have any power over even a single sin."
"The Demon King must control all the sins simultaneously, yet they are not part of his current character. He existed before your race, which is full of scum, and at its head is you, Daniel de Molière. You, the de Molière family, are walking scum."
"From your founder to the last one of you, you have done dirty things for your own personal gain. The head of a family must always be scum, isn't that right, Daniel?"
Daniel's eyes narrowed as He listened to Akater Reiner's provocative and insulting words directed at his family, but he didn't care. What mattered to him now was ending this war, no matter the cost.
He released Kono from his body while looking at him, a golden aura swirling around him like a blazing fire, signaling the start of the final round of the battle that would determine the victor.
The same was true for Akater Reiner, whose body emanated from a dark, reddish aura as he, in turn, aimed his sword at Daniel.
The atmosphere was charged with tension, which everyone present could feel despite being several meters away from the fight.
Both men moved at the speed of light, their swords clashing with a deafening sound that could be heard for several kilometers.
They charged at each other, exchanging blows at a frenetic speed that Daniel's companions couldn't comprehend.
Noriana, an Elf, spoke in astonishment as she leaned against a rock to catch her breath. "His strength is terrifying. It seems that fortune teller wasn't lying when she called him the hero who would defeat the Demon King, but he..."
"But he will die for that. That's what the fortune teller said back then," Argon, a Braber, said, placing his sword on the ground as he watched the battle.
"Even so, there's still a chance he'll survive until the end of the battle against Akater Reiner."
Noriana turned her gaze to Argon, who looked worried. Daniel had been their companion for 200 years of fighting against the demons.
The day they would win, he would die, and on the same day, they would lose their leader and companion. Moreover, they couldn't fight because they had exhausted every last ounce of strength in their bodies.
This left them watching helplessly. What was happening was that he was simply observing a battle between himself and the Demon King, Acatere Reiner.
On the other side, both Daniel and Acatere Reiner were in a terrible state due to the injuries they had sustained in their fight.
They both collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted, crimson blood flowing from their bodies.
Each of them struggled to breathe, leaning heavily on their swords.
Yet, a smug smile played on their faces as they looked at each other.
It was an enjoyable battle, one that would determine the fate of the entire world.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough. You're incredibly strong, Daniel. Even though you're just a walking scum, there's a worthy opponent on Earth," Acatere Reiner said, coughing up blood. Despite his severe injuries, he still looked imposing.
The same was true for Daniel, who looked at him with eyes full of enthusiasm and determination. "You're nothing but a foolish, emotional Akater Reiner. At the same time, you're a formidable opponent with an unbreakable will."
Daniel took a deep breath, staring at Akater Reiner for several seconds before they charged at each other with all their remaining strength.
In a final suicidal attack, they delivered powerful blows to each other's necks, determined that neither would survive.
"If I die, you die with me." Yet, a faint smile remained on Daniel's face as a sword pierced his neck. "You fool, this will be the end of you. As for me, it's just a stage in my path to power."
Then, their heads were severed. Shock registered on Akater Reiner's face, while Daniel's was filled with mockery.
Their bodies fell to the ground, blood gushing from their necks like a fountain, signaling the end of the war.
The looks on the faces of Daniel's followers, Akater Reiner, and his companions were a mixture of joy and shock.
The soldiers who had been in Daniel's faction rejoiced at the death of the Demon King, Akater Reiner, disregarding Daniel's own demise. Their true desire was to eliminate the Demon King.
Meanwhile, the Demon King's followers had lost the will to fight and fled back to their world.
Ultimately, a leader is a pillar of strength, one who forges resolve and unites an army to fight. Without him, they become like a headless snake in chaos.
Amidst this chaos, Argon seized a giant horn, which served as a loudspeaker. [O soldiers of all races—humans, angels, elves, orcs, barbarians—the battle has ended. Our common enemy is finished. Our fighter is finished.For a full 200 years]
[After this battle, the choice is yours: either mutual peace and living apart, or a return to your former folly, fighting aimlessly just to prove who deserves to rule the world we inhabit.]
[The decision is yours. I, Argon of the Barbarian race, swear by the god of war, Vlahara, that I respect all my comrades who fought with me for the past 200 years, and I expect the same from you.]
The soldiers ceased fighting, allowing the demons to return to their world, while they watched Argon, who stood with Noriana and Starfall of the dwarves, Yosail of the angels, and Ectarfil of the orcs.
They exchanged glances, a mixture of happiness and mockery at the fate that had turned their enemies into protectors, sleeping in the same place and sharing meals at the same table.
A thousand years of war passed, as recorded in the world's annals, in peace among humans, while the races remained without showing any intention of further conflict. A civil war broke out among them.
However, none of the other heroes appeared after that war, as if they had vanished from the world. Yet, their memory remained in stories and novels written in different ways according to each race, featuring their heroes as main characters in each narrative.
Nevertheless, they agreed on one thing: Daniel de Molière ended the war, and Argon made peace with a single speech that lasted for a thousand years, making Daniel a symbol of heroism and Argon a symbol of peace.
Meanwhile, in the city of Giemburg, on Thursday, June 4, 675, at 7:30 AM, the first day of the festival in which they would celebrate the day they defeated the Demon King and conquered their world, was underway.
Reinhardt gazed at the courtyard of the Verslecken Academy, which was decorated and adorned in preparation for the festival.
He looked towards a photograph on his desk depicting the heroes who had fought the Demon King at that time, among them Daniel, being carried on his father's shoulders, or so it seemed. He looked like
He spoke with a hint of sarcasm as he looked around the Academy grounds and the city of Giemburg, which was considered part of the Academy and whose area was enormous, the size of a large city in the real world.
"Who would have thought they could prepare the Academy in four days? The residents, students, and professors worked incredibly hard to prepare for this day."
"June 4th, the day the 200-year war against the demon world ended. Who would have thought it would last a thousand years or more?"
He turned his gaze to his assistant, who was entering his office carrying his tablet in his right hand, his expression serious.
He continued into Reinhardt's office with steady, elegant steps. "Happy anniversary. I wish your late father, Daniel de Molière, a happy birthday. He was a hero in every sense of the word."
Reinhardt's expression remained calm and unconcerned, which made his assistant think he was annoyed. Reinhardt was treated like the dregs of the de Molière family after Daniel's death, with the family attempting to divide the spoils among the remaining nobles under the duchy of de Molière at the time.
However, five years after Daniel's death, he proved himself in a way that seemed more suspicious than miraculous. Miracles usually follow signs, but Reinhardt's transformation from trash to the strongest human overnight was a miracle.
Some felt something was amiss, but no one dared speak up then because he was serving their interests, and now because he was capable of eliminating anyone who dared stand in his way.
"What is it, Mr. Maximilian? What brings you here? Has something happened?" Reinhardt's voice was calm as he walked to his desk chair.
Maximilian looked at him with a calm, almost defensive, expression. Reinhardt's tone had been enough to make him tense for several minutes.
He spoke in a calm, respectful tone as he looked at his tablet. "Sir Reinhardt de Molière, our guests of honor are the kings of the Angel Empires, Elves, Barbarians, Orcs, and the ruler of the Upper World, along with dragons who are about to arrive. Would you like first-year students Yuta Cassiral from the Elite class, Guilford from the Legends class, and Cloud Ulligade from the Ordinary class to do it?"
Reinhardt remained silent as he listened to Maximilian. Yuta was a hybrid of several entities: a demon, an angel, and a Cyan. He didn't understand how he acquired his genes.
This could cause complicated problems. However, Yuta was also a formidable individual who could easily turn things to his advantage.
He spoke calmly as he checked the information regarding the updates that had taken place in Giemsburg, a routine matter since Shane Akater William, Duke of the Kingdom of Athrias, had delegated a responsibility to him—or so Reinhardt thought.
"You can have them do it. After all, they are the top three students in each class right now, and they will be studying in the same class." "If the opportunity arises, I won't be going to the Heavenly Immortal Academy."
His deputy bowed slightly as he looked at him, then left Reinhart's office, having understood from his gaze that the discussion ended there.
Elsewhere, Yuta sat in his room, recalling his meeting with Amon. His words were still etched in his mind.
Yet, it was impossible for someone in Yuta's position to forget those words, no matter how hard he tried.
"How are you, part of Yuta's father, Master of the Path Ruler? I'm excited to meet you, but you don't seem to be... Isn't Master Yuta Cassiral right?"
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"Yuta…Yuta…Yuta…You're such a spoilsport! If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago. Do you understand? Even if you're one of the concepts of the world of 'I am inside my novel,' no "It matters to me, doesn't it, Shard Ab?"
The issue of Amon being the son of the Great Outcast, who is considered to have created him from a part of himself, or rather, from the personality of his ruler, and who is also considered the creator of the entire world of the novel, with all its paths, was significant.
However, Yuta wasn't concerned with that matter. The fact that Amon was indeed his son made him the most powerful entity after the Great Outcast and the Nameless One, who are considered infinitely more powerful than the strongest entity in the story "I am inside my novel."
Moreover, Yuta Tae suspects that Amon was involved in his death at the hands of Zhao Li Yong in his previous life.
However, he has no proof, and even if the Sealed Ruler's Eye were functioning, he couldn't see Amon when he used it for 70,000 years before he was reincarnated into this body.
A deep sigh escaped Yuta's lips. There were several setbacks constantly occurring, and the main storyline of "The Dragon Angel in a World of Fantasy" didn't matter to him if it deviated and the events changed, since he was far removed from where they took place. Moreover, it was all directly connected to Son Goku. Furthermore, it was just a story that would end with the academy's graduation, giving way to a true storyline.
"Three years will truly be a rest period for these useless fools to develop. Grye, Roichi, Lucy, Tom, Armin, and Jian Yi will be useful to me in the future. I just have to let you mature so you become qualified to be my future pawns."
"The world hides so much; even I no longer know if I see everything." "Let me see it. It will be a bright and dark future, but I will emerge from it stronger. I will be nameless, or even a great outcast, a part of it. I will transcend it to become an absolute entity in the world of 'I am the Gréât Outcast.'" Yuta's voice held a hint of sarcasm as he gazed into the void with eyes glowing a cold crimson light.
His gaze then shifted to a light blue system screen that appeared whenever and wherever it pleased, with the ability to write and erase.
[Important: Ruler's Path Quests
Objective 1: Assist the legitimate guardian of the Ji Yao Li Existence Tree
Reward Difficulty: ?????
Ruler's Cloak
Rank: ?????
] Abilities: Absolute immunity against everything that exists and does not exist.
Important Note: Since the esteemed candidate, the Great Creator Yuto, completed the main quest 3 years and approximately 9 months before the deadline, he will be required to undertake several mandatory sub-quests.
Penalty for Failure: Return to the original state.
Sub-quest 1: Gather and prepare the heroes for the upcoming War of Paths and what will follow.
Reward: ?????
Duration: 3 years
Rank: ?????
Sub-quest 2: Assist a descendant of Narrative Time and pave the way for him to become the strongest.
Reward: ?????
Duration: Until the end of the year 675 AD
Rank: S
Sub-quest 3: Assist Alessandra's allies in becoming capable of fighting in the War of Paths and what will follow.
Reward: ?????
Duration: 3 years
Rank: ?????
Important Note: Mandatory side quests will be placed alongside the main quest.
Objective 2: Not yet revealed
Objective 3: Not yet revealed
Objective 4: Not yet revealed
Objective 5: Not yet revealed
Question Duration: Permanent
However, he didn't suspect anything, as mandatory side quests had appeared long before he even undertook the quest to make Zhao Li, Alessandra, and Tom unite so that Ji Yao Li could return once more.
For him, the reason for placing these mandatory side quests was trivial, forcing him to remain in this world. Otherwise, he would have left long ago.
He canceled the system message while clearing his mind, feeling overwhelmed by the events unfolding at the moment.
So many things were happening so fast, and he had to manage them, making him realize that things weren't easy and wouldn't always be in his favor.
While Yuta was lost in thought, he heard a knock at his door.
He adjusted his position and His expression softened as he spoke in his usual tone, glancing towards the door. "You may enter, Maximilian, Duke Reinhardt de Molière's lieutenant."
A look of surprise crossed Maximilian's face as he listened to Yuta Casseraal's words. He entered his house to find him sitting in a chair by a window overlooking the Versleken Academy.
"You want me to greet the guests arriving at the Versleken Academy, aren't you right, Maximilian?"
A smile, tinged with admiration, appeared on Maximilian's face as he looked at Yuta, whose expression was filled with confidence.
Despite this, he didn't seem surprised. She had researched Yuta, and although the information about him was ordinary, it became suspicious after he left the Casseraal family.
He broke the silence, looking around, trying to understand what Yuta was thinking and why Reinhardt trusted his abilities. "Yes, that's right. You, Gia Guilford from the Legendary class, and Cloud Ulguid from the Ordinary class will be greeting the guests and escorting them inside." "Verslekin Academy"
Yuta opened his eyes, looking at him with an inexplicable smile that sent shivers down Maximilian's spine. "We will be extremely hospitable, Mr. Maximilian. Just wait and see the beauty of this year's festival."
Maximilian remained silent for several seconds before bowing slightly as he spoke, "Please excuse me, I must leave now."
Maximilian left the room immediately, sensing that he was dealing with someone he shouldn't make an enemy of, no matter the cost.
After Maximilian left, a spark of determination flickered in his eyes; he knew he had to fully regain his strength before any unforeseen problems arose.
He spoke in a calm voice, recalling past events, "At the very least, if I rush, it will take me two years to fully recover my strength."
He then left his room and headed towards the meeting place, which was the gate of Verslekin Academy.