Faris slowly opened his eyes, a heavy sensation covering his body, as if the sleep he had endured was not just hours, but decades. The room before him was strange, completely unlike anything he had known. A pristine white ceiling without decorations, clean walls, a large window letting sunlight in without glare, a hard and cold floor — everything was clean and orderly, without a trace of chaos, blood, or mana energy.
He sat on the bed, the movements of his new human body feeling strange. His hand touched the mattress; long, smooth fingers, flawless skin, no mana lines, no demonic glow. Everything was different from his original body, the solid, powerful body he had possessed as a demon.
He raised his hands in front of him, observing the small details: fingers moving fluidly, natural joints, no superhuman strength, no bloody aura.
"…A human body?" he whispered, his voice low, filled with astonishment and sarcasm at the same time.
He stepped closer to the mirror, and his eyes caught the features of an ordinary young man: sharp eyes, dark hair, fully human, without any sign of his previous abilities.
He froze suddenly, his heart pounding rapidly, as memories began to descend mercilessly, heavy as stone.
Number 6… his father.
The man everyone assumed protected him, the man who had placed him at the center of a grand plan, who had constantly watched him since his childhood.
Faris remembered his childhood years, every time his father had given him "medicine," every test, every measurement of his strength, every meticulous observation. He had known since Number 7 revealed the plan that all these "medications" were poison, designed to weaken him, to inhibit his growth, to make his body suitable for eventual possession.
Fear, terror, suffocation… everything pressed on his chest from the moment he remembered his father's power, his absolute authority, the forced obedience to any command.
Then came Number 7.
The enemy who exposed all his father's schemes appeared in his mind as if standing in the room itself, smiling mockingly. The Rank Battle between Number 6 and 7 had been one of the fiercest battles the planet had ever seen, shaking its very core. Mana explosions lit the sky, the ground cracked, mana trembled under their strikes, everything around them shattered, everything collapsed — except the plan that Number 6 thought he controlled entirely.
Faris remembered his father, Number 6, surrounded by a dark aura, power flowing from his body. His plan was clear: win the battle or, if defeated, transfer into Faris's body using a world-breaking ability to live again, stronger than any other demon.
But Number 7 was smarter, more prepared. At the moment of the transfer, he disrupted the ability, breaking the balance carefully crafted by Number 6.
Number 6 tried to transfer into Faris's body after his loss, using the world-breaking ability, but Number 7 was ready. He sabotaged the ability, and an unexpected error occurred: Faris's body did not transfer to his father as planned; instead, his soul moved into a new human body, the body of Fray.
Faris felt the shock, his heart racing, his emotions overlapping:
astonishment at Number 7's power,
sarcasm at his father who thought he was superior,
inner anger at being unable to defend himself,
a strange sense of liberation, because in the end, he had not fallen into his father's hands as intended.
The world-breaking ability his father had tried to use transferred Faris's soul in an unforeseen way, far from his original body, into a new human body — Fray's body.
Faris sat on the floor, trying to process everything: his father's power, betrayal, childhood memories, all the poisons that had kept him under constant pressure, the surveillance, the tests — all part of a plan to weaken him so his father could eventually possess him.
Mixed feelings poured in: pain, anger, sarcasm.
A sarcastic smile formed on his face, despite everything:
"Ah… it seems this mistake by Number 7 was useful for me… freedom, a new body… an entire world ahead of me."
He rose from the bed, his human body moving smoothly for the first time. Everything was different from his demonic body, but he felt strength, freedom of movement, a chance to explore the vast world that no demon had ever entered before. The Asir world.
Faris closed his eyes for a moment, not from the real world, but to let memories flow freely.
Fray Castle's childhood began to emerge — bright, calm, almost making him smile despite the underlying pain.
A large house, sunlight streaming through wide windows, the scent of old wood mixed with flowers from the garden. Sounds of laughter, children's footsteps on the wooden floor, the table shifting during breakfast.
His mother, beautiful, always warm, laughing with a soft voice, embracing Fray gently, caring for every detail, teaching him that the world was a beautiful place despite everything.
His father, although cold at times, watched from a distance, occasionally smiling, guiding him, teaching him the basics of school and life, fleeting moments of care mixed with strict oversight.
Friends, school, games in the garden, laughter filling the place — everything normal, real, a human life rare in a world filled with demons and cosmic struggles.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by a distant explosion, the tremors reaching the house.
Fear surged into young Fray's heart.
The attack on the city had begun. Half-demons, hidden among humans, emerged suddenly. Explosions echoed in the distance, smoke covering the sky, buildings collapsing one by one, flames devouring the streets.
Faris ran through the house, feeling the small heart of the boy pounding rapidly, every step filled with terror, no safe place, everything around him destroyed.
The sounds intensified: shattering glass, screams, fallen bodies, blood on the floor, the scent of iron and fire blending everywhere.
And then his father.
Killed suddenly, his head shattered with a single blow from the half-demon, fragments of his brain scattered on the floor while his body fell. His mother screamed and rushed to him, and the boy Fray stood there, frozen in horror.
The human demon did not stop there. He violated Fray's mother as well before killing her.
After he finished, he looked at the boy with a twisted pleasure: "Your mother was one of the best I've had," he said, before leaving, leaving the boy in sheer terror, crying, weak, filled with hatred and rage.
Faris, immersed in Fray's blood-soaked memories, felt an incredible effect: the pain, betrayal, and weakness all became part of his new identity.
Tears fell from his eyes for the first time in years, surprising even him.
Then a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips, blending pain with power:
"Alright… I'll take revenge. I'll do it for Fray… if the chance comes."
Sadness, shock, pain — all fuel inside him, amplifying his sense of strength and excitement. The Asir world awaited him, infinite opportunities, a new stage for him to carve himself.
Faris sat for a moment, absorbing everything: the memories of a human childhood, his father's blood, the city's shock, the merging of his soul with Fray's. All that pain became fuel for the coming life, the coming opportunities, the coming revolution.
A step forward, touching the cold wall, feeling his human body, every new sensation moving within him: freedom, strength, control, the awareness of the vast world ahead.
A genuine smile formed on his face, without fear, without constraints, without bitterness.
"Finally… I am free. And this world… this entire world… it's all mine."