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 his past haunted him, vivid and alive, like a nightmare he couldn’t escape. The desire to rule again, to lead legions of demons—so close, so tangible, yet just a mirage. "Why must I start over? Why am I trapped in this human body?" he thought bitterly. The longing to rise again burned fiercely within him, but it only deepened the wound, corroding his faith in this weak, mortal existence.
"I am Maximus Bloodthorn. So why must I become human?" he thought with growing disdain, as though his old identity clung to this mortal form like a chain. As an undefeated overlord, he had never known what it meant to “start over.” Power and domination had defined him. And now, it was all gone.
Isaac wandered through the bustling city streets, his gaze scanning the people who passed by, none of whom seemed to notice him. They looked so alive, full of purpose, while he felt like an outsider—a stranger among them. "What do I want? Can I truly become human? Or will I remain trapped in Maximus’s shadow?"
The hollowness gripped his heart tightly, yet an unfamiliar yearning tugged at him—a curiosity, a desire to understand this world more deeply. Memories of his past—his power, his dominance, his pride—urged him to rise, to reclaim his position over this realm. Yet deep within, a different question stirred: "Could I become something more than that? A life beyond mere power?"
"Will I always feel like this?" Isaac wondered, his inner voice heavy with confusion and frustration. "Caught between wanting to be human and remaining Maximus?"
Returning home, his body felt exhausted, though his mind bore the heavier burden. Sitting before a mirror, he stared at his reflection—a face that seemed increasingly foreign. An ordinary man. That was all he saw. A man with disheveled black hair, a youthful face etched with lines of worry. Yet, behind his gaze, a fire flickered—a fire that refused to be extinguished. The image of Maximus flashed in his mind once more. Maximus, the Demon Overlord—perhaps he couldn’t escape that shadow, but was that truly what he wanted?
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Ben entered cautiously, concern evident in his wide eyes. “Isaac, are you okay?” Ben asked gently, his voice filled with genuine care.
Isaac turned, his expression unreadable, though his eyes carried a storm of emotion. "I don’t know who I am anymore, Ben," he admitted, his voice barely audible, laden with a painful uncertainty. "I don’t know if I can belong to this world... or return to the one I’ve lost."
Ben paused, absorbing Isaac’s words. Then, with a small, reassuring smile, he said, “You don’t have to figure it all out right now, Isaac. Sometimes, you just need to take one step at a time.”
Isaac looked at Ben, and for the first time in what felt like ages, a sliver of calm washed over him. The words were simple, yet they touched something deep within him, like a cool breeze soothing a restless heart. Though the sense of being trapped remained, perhaps a fragile hope was beginning to take root. Perhaps he could try to live in this human world—even if he couldn’t fully let go of his past.
Standing once more before the mirror, Isaac studied his reflection, his confusion still evident but tinged with a growing resolve. "I am Maximus Bloodthorn..." he said quietly, his voice heavy with conflict. "But I am also Isaac Ackerman." The words slipped out unbidden, as though he was beginning to accept the truth, even amidst his lingering doubt.
He took a deep breath, gazing into his reflection as though searching for answers within himself. "I have to accept this reality..." he thought, his eyes hardening with a nascent determination. "I will find out who I am now... and what I will choose to become."
The night grew deeper, and in the silence enveloping him, Isaac came to one undeniable conclusion: this journey had only just
begun, and there was no turning back.
******
Isaac stood tall on the hilltop, his body frozen against the sharp night winds that lashed at his face, as if testing the resolve slowly forming within him. Below, the city lay silent, lit only by the dim glow of streetlights dotting the darkness. The stillness was unnerving, and though he was far from the world he once ruled, the burning hunger for power within him had not dimmed. "This is not the end," he thought, his heart roiling with determination. "I will not let this reincarnation dictate my fate."
Days had passed with Isaac lost in solitude. Each night was a battle against his own thoughts. As a human, the boundless power of the demon realm no longer coursed through him. The thunderous roars of his demon legions obeying his commands were but distant echoes. The dark magic that once bent to his will was gone. All of it was gone. Yet, despite his fragile body, his mind remained sharp—sharper than ever. Surrender was not an option.
"If vengeance is my goal, then I must rebuild everything from the ground up," Isaac murmured, his voice trembling in the quiet of the night. His thoughts were shadowy, filled with scheming. "I won’t let this defeat me." A fire burned within him, an insatiable desire to rise again, like smoke curling from an ever-smoldering flame.
"This is not the end—this is only the beginning," he said firmly, speaking aloud as if to solidify his resolve. Each word carried a cutting certainty. Deep within, plans began to form. Though he knew the path ahead would be fraught with obstacles, his determination was unshakable.
With a fiery resolve, Isaac began to think about the future. Physical strength was no longer the only path to dominance. "I no longer need swords or magic to make this world kneel before me," he thought. The human world, he realized, was riddled with complexities, and for the first time, Isaac understood that he would need to master them in a new way. Politics, economy, social relationships—these were weapons just as lethal as any blade.
Isaac sat in his modest living room, the table before him cluttered with notes and thick tomes he had borrowed from a local library. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, but his eyes burned with focus, filled with plans leading to his eventual ascension. "I may not be Maximus Bloodthorn anymore, but I can build my power the way humans do."
With trembling hands, Isaac scribbled on a sheet of paper. Networks—he needed to build networks. Friends, enemies—they were all tools to be used. He knew that to achieve his goals, he had to gather strength in any form. "I will dominate them from within, using subtler means. Power can come from the most unexpected places," he thought, a thin, dark smile curving his lips. Something profound—and deeply calculating—was taking shape within him.
That night, Isaac returned to the hilltop, the same spot. The dark sky was scattered with faint, twinkling stars. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the wind sting his face. "I may never return to being Maximus Bloodthorn as I was," he thought, "but I can become something far greater." His mind raced, analyzing every step, every decision he needed to make. Each move had to be deliberate. Every word had to carry weight, as sharp as a blade.
"This journey isn’t just about revenge. It’s about rediscovering who I am," Isaac said softly to himself. Though his voice was steady, unease crept at the edges of his resolve. Many would stand in his way. His enemies would not only be physical but embedded in the very systems that governed this world.
Isaac gazed at the dark horizon, his eyes ablaze with an unyielding determination. The night wind roared around him, but he stood firm, unwavering. Within his heart, there was only one clear goal. "I will return. I will reclaim my glory. Whatever it takes, I will face it," he declared, his voice filled with unwavering resolve, as though issuing a challenge to the world awaiting him.
The first step toward power had been taken, and Isaac knew that a long and perilous journey lay ahead. Yet within him, there was no doubt. Nothing could stop him now. With one purpose burning brightly—to rise again.
******
Isaac sat motionless in his chair, his back straight despite the exhaustion clawing at his body after hours of reading. The room was dimly lit, with only a small oil lamp casting a soft glow on the old wooden desk, crowded with thick books and rolls of parchment. The air was heavy with the scent of dust and burning wax, creating an oppressive yet intimate atmosphere. His face was tense, brows furrowed in deep concentration.
Isaac’s sharp eyes darted across the pages of an ancient tome, his slender fingers gripping a quill whose ink was beginning to dry. The flickering lamplight reflected his determination, but beneath it, frustration gnawed at him. With a sudden motion, he slammed the book shut, the sound echoing through the silent room.
"Why isn’t this working?!" he thought, his jaw tightening. He ran his hands over his face, attempting to calm himself. "In the past, all it took was a mere gesture to command this magic. Now... it’s all meaningless."
He rose from his chair, his tall frame casting a looming shadow on the wall. His breaths were heavy, but he refused to yield. Striding to the window, he pulled back the dusty curtains and stared outside. The night sky was as black as ink, dotted with faint, flickering stars. The cold wind grazed his face, but he stood firm.
"Am I rushing this?" he wondered, gazing at the moon peeking through the clouds. Yet deep down, he knew his resolve was too strong to wait any longer. "I have to find a way. Even if I must crawl, I’ll start again." His fists clenched tightly, knuckles whitening from the pressure.
"Mana is the root of everything," Isaac murmured, recalling a phrase from one of the books he'd read. "So why can’t I touch it anymore?" His eyes narrowed, a thought beginning to form. "Perhaps it works differently in this world... or perhaps I am unworthy of wielding it again."
Soft footsteps echoed behind him. Ben, the young boy who had become a frequent companion to Isaac, appeared holding a glass of water in his small hands. His innocent face was tinged with worry as he observed Isaac’s tense expression.
“Isaac, you need to rest,” Ben said gently, setting the glass down on the cluttered table. “You’ve been reading all day.”
Isaac glanced at him briefly before returning his gaze to the window. “Rest won’t give me answers, Ben,” he replied coolly. Yet there was a faint softness in his tone that only Ben could detect.
“But if you push yourself too hard, how will you find what you’re looking for?” Ben countered quietly but firmly.
Isaac sighed heavily and turned to face him fully. His sharp eyes softened just a fraction. “You don’t understand, Ben. This isn’t just about learning. This is about reclaiming something that was rightfully mine.”
Walking past Ben, Isaac returned to the desk and picked up a scroll, studying it with an intensity that bordered on obsession. Every word felt like a riddle, tantalizing yet full of traps. "If they knew who I truly was..." he thought, his lips pressing into a thin line. "They wouldn’t teach me. They’d hunt me."
Memories of people kneeling before him as Maximus Bloodthorn flooded his mind—fear and reverence intertwined. But now, he was merely a human, no more than a student fumbling for answers. "I must keep this hidden," he resolved. "No one can know who I truly am."
Suddenly, the oil lamp on the desk flickered unnaturally. The small flame turned an eerie shade of blue before extinguishing completely, plunging the room into darkness.
“Isaac, what was that?” Ben whispered, his voice trembling as his wide eyes darted around the room.
Isaac stood still, his body tense. He could feel something—a presence. It wasn’t mana, but an unfamiliar energy permeating the air. In a low, steady voice, he said, “Stay behind me.”
Ben took a step back but clung to Isaac’s coat with his small hand, seeking safety. In the suffocating silence, a voice whispered—a low, chilling sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
"You seek me, Isaac Ackerman?"
Isaac’s heart raced. The voice was unnervingly close, yet no one was there. "Who knows my name?" he thought, alarmed. Yet he masked his panic, keeping his expression calm for Ben’s sake.
“Who are you?” Isaac demanded, his voice cold and authoritative. Despite his current mortal form, the commanding presence of a former demon overlord lingered in his demeanor.
The voice chuckled softly, fading away like a passing breeze. Without warning, the oil lamp reignited, casting its warm glow over the room once more. The eerie tension dissipated, leaving only silence.
Isaac stared at the lamp, his thoughts racing. “This is only the beginning,” he muttered to himself. A new understanding began to crystallize in his mind. "This world is far more dangerous than I imagined. If anyone learns of my past, they won’t hesitate to destroy me."
Ben watched Isaac silently, confusion and concern etched on his face. He didn’t speak, but deep down, he knew the man before him carried far more secrets than he had ever suspected.
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Pagi menyingsing di medan perang yang dulunya merupakan benteng Oblivion Order, menandai dimulainya babak baru dalam sejarah manusia. Puing-puing dari benteng gelap berserakan di tanah sementara panji-panji aliansi berkibar tertiup angin dingin. Langit mendung sangat cocok dengan suasana hati Isaac yang muram.Isaac berdiri di atas reruntuhan, tatapan tajamnya tertuju ke cakrawala. Angin dingin menerpa wajahnya yang tanpa ekspresi, tetapi pikirannya terus berkecamuk."Mereka mulai melihat saya sebagai pemimpin. Itu berbahaya. Saya tidak butuh pengikut yang membabi buta."Kaelyn menghampirinya dengan langkah mantap, wajahnya menampakkan kebanggaan sekaligus kebingungan."Isaac," panggilnya. "Kita berhasil. Mereka sudah menyerah. Tapi apa yang terjadi selanjutnya?"Isaac menoleh padanya, matanya menyipit seolah sedang mengevaluasi sesuatu yang tak terlihat.“Kami perkuat posisi kami. Dan pastikan tidak ada yang berani menantang kami lagi.”Kaelyn mengangkat sebelah alisnya, suaranya ber
Episode 37: Forging New Alliances
Gerimis turun perlahan di atap gudang tua, yang kini menjadi lokasi pertemuan rahasia Isaac. Di dalam, suasana dipenuhi ketegangan halus, diterangi oleh cahaya redup lentera ajaib di dinding bata. Empat sosok berdiri terpisah, masing-masing memancarkan aura misterius yang terasa berat di udara.Isaac, mengenakan jubah hitam dengan tudung yang menutupi sebagian besar wajahnya, berdiri di tengah ruangan, dengan lengan disilangkan. Matanya yang tajam mengamati setiap wajah, mencoba memahami maksud mereka."Mereka semua menyimpan dendam, tetapi apakah itu cukup untuk membuat mereka dapat dipercaya?" pikir Isaac, napasnya teratur dan terukur.Seorang pria kekar dengan bekas luka di lehernya melangkah maju, suaranya serak. "Mengapa kami harus percaya padamu? Banyak orang datang dengan janji-janji, hanya untuk memanfaatkan kami demi keuntungan mereka sendiri."Isaac menatapnya, tanpa ragu. "Aku tidak meminta kepercayaanmu, Rogar. Aku menawarkan kesempatan untuk menghancurkan musuh yang telah
Episode 36: The Secret Organization
Angin malam menderu kencang, membawa aroma lembap dan metalik dari jalan-jalan sempit di kota tua. Isaac berdiri di bawah bayang-bayang jembatan batu yang gelap, jubah hitamnya berkibar ringan tertiup angin. Di depannya tampak sebuah pintu besar, ditandai dengan lingkaran yang tidak sempurna—satu-satunya petunjuk dari "Perintah Kelupaan.""Organisasi rahasia," pikir Isaac, tatapannya tertuju pada simbol itu. "Tapi cukup ceroboh untuk membiarkan energi jahat mereka terpancar begitu terang-terangan."Dengan jentikan tangannya, ia merapal mantra ilusi untuk menutupi auranya. Sebuah bola energi gelap membungkusnya sebentar sebelum masuk ke dalam kulitnya. Jubah gelapnya kini tampak usang dan compang-camping, mempertegas kedok seorang penyihir gelap tingkat rendah.Saat pintu berat itu berderit terbuka, Isaac menundukkan kepalanya, membiarkan bayangan menutupi sebagian besar wajahnya. Di dalam, ruangan yang remang-remang itu diterangi oleh obor-obor yang berkelap-kelip yang dipasang di dind
Episode 35: The Big Challenge
Langit malam menyerupai kanvas gelap, dihiasi bintang-bintang redup yang berkelap-kelip di atas lapangan terbuka tempat Isaac berdiri. Angin dingin bertiup melalui lembah berbatu, membawa aroma tanah basah dan logam—pertanda buruk akan pertumpahan darah. Di depannya berdiri seorang pria jangkung, berjubah biru tua yang berkilauan seperti permukaan air di bawah sinar bulan. Wajahnya memiliki garis-garis tajam, dan matanya bersinar dengan aura magis, membuat udara di sekitarnya terasa berat."Isaac, si penyusup," suara penyihir itu bergema, diselingi ejekan. Tangan kanannya mengangkat tongkat yang diukir dengan naga melingkar di sepanjang tongkatnya. "Kau seharusnya tidak berada di sini."Isaac tersenyum tipis, yang mencerminkan rasa percaya diri sekaligus kelelahan. Tubuh manusianya terasa berat setelah serangkaian pertempuran yang telah dialaminya, namun matanya tetap tajam, penuh tekad. "Kau membuatku terdengar seperti ancaman besar," jawabnya ringan, meskipun nadanya mengandung anca