The Second Life of Demon King

In the shadows of the night, Auron, Eris, and the other lieutenants moved swiftly, avoiding every light and suspicious sound. Auron's face was tense, his jaw clenched. With a single hand signal, he led them to the darker parts of the kingdom, through silent corridors.“Make sure no trace is left behind,” Auron whispered sharply, his voice full of determination.Eris nodded with a thin smile, her hand clutching a secret magic scroll she would use later. “Maximus will never know what hit him,” she thought to herself, channeling her energy into her magic.Auron and his team reached the supply depot, where Maximus’s weapons and protective magic were neatly stored. The smell of metal and dust filled the dark room. Swiftly, Auron led his men to sabotage every piece of equipment. His eyes gleamed with desire, his hands quick to cast curses on the swords and shields.“Make sure every weapon fails at the right moment,” he whispered with a voice as sharp as a knife. “I want to see their faces w

Maximus’ soul traversed the mysterious darkness of the afterlife. Energy swirled around him, like a magnetic storm leading him to an unknown destination. Every glimmer of light radiated his powerful memories and vows, demanding that he return and destroy the traitors who had betrayed him.“I won’t let you get away with this,” he thought, feeling a determination burning in his soul now trapped in emptiness. “One day, you will pay for this.” The image of Auron and Eris’ smug faces gripped him, making him tremble with rage.A sudden change occurred as Maximus’ soul crossed the dimensional barrier. The scene shifted to a peaceful little village, where a heavy rainstorm began to fall, as if nature was preparing for a great birth. In a simple house, the sound of a woman’s screams broke the silence of the night.“Take a deep breath, honey! You can do it!” her husband’s soft voice broke the tension, though his face was filled with worry. He held his wife’s hand tightly, his knuckles stiff.Fi

On that day, bright sunlight lit up the village park where Isaac and the other children were playing. They gathered around Isaac, as if awaiting directions from their little “leader.” But this time, Isaac was more serious than usual. His face looked tense, and his eyes showed a determination uncommon for a child. Every movement he made was calculated, as if he was trying to learn or master something important. Isaac led the game with confidence, even a bit of sternness that made the other children feel slightly intimidated. Leo, who usually just followed along, looked hesitant this time and finally dared to speak up. “Isaac, why do you always get to decide everything?” Leo asked, his voice trembling a bit. The other kids looked at the two of them, and the atmosphere grew tense. Isaac stared at Leo sharply, a thin smile on his lips. “Because I know what we need to do,” he replied, his v

thout realizing it, Isaac was again transported into a flash of the past. His vision was blurry, but he could feel the roar of battle, the smell of blood and the screams that echoed in the air. He saw the figure of Maximus standing tall in the middle of the battlefield, full of authority and anger.  Isaac felt a deep hatred, an uncontrollable rage. “They betrayed me… they destroyed everything I built…” Maximus’ voice echoed in his mind, full of pain and revenge. Even though it wasn’t his, Isaac could feel how painful the betrayal was, like a wound that had been cut deep into his heart.  The next day, Isaac sat in the living room with his mother, but his mind was still stuck in the shadows of that night. His mother noticed Isaac’s gloomy face, then touched his shoulder gently.  “Isaac, honey… what’s wrong with you? You look so sad,” his mo

Isaac sat on the edge of a cliff, his body hunched slightly forward as though trying to feel the emptiness below. The sharp night wind howled, tearing through the stillness and brushing against his cold skin with a biting intensity. His eyes were vacant, staring down into the abyss, while the vast, alien world stretched endlessly around him. He felt trapped—a creature caught between two conflicting identities. This world felt so distant from the one he once knew, as though an invisible wall kept him at bay."So this is the reality..." Isaac murmured softly, his voice nearly drowned by the wind. Closing his eyes, he tried to quell the unease weighing down his thoughts. Maximus Bloodthorn. That name, once so powerful and grand, now felt like a shadow constantly lurking behind him. Reincarnation—this was what he was now labeled. Once, power coursed through his veins like lifeblood. Now, his frail human body offered only emptiness whenever he tried to summon that power.The memories of hi