1 Prologue 1

Grinfall, Year 987 of the 3rd era.

The hero Almer tightly gripped his sword with both hands and let out a fierce battle cry. The war had reached its peak. Close behind him, Eldar and Rina, the other two heroes, followed suit. Eldar wielded the mighty Bow of Absolute Death, while Rina held the staff of Unlimited Light Bringer. Almer charged forward without hesitation, swinging his formidable greatsword known as The Demonic Purifier. The swing possessed enough force to slash through the demonic gargoyle standing before him.

"Push forward!" Almer cried.

The three elven heroes, finally united, fought together to attempt defeating the demon king. The battlefield was situated on the Blood Plains, just north of the Karrow border.

"I refuse to let that demon king continue to steal our lands and construct that horrid castle he plans to build," shouted an orc warrior.

"Cast magic! Piercing Rain!" commanded a dark elf mage, and a shower of sharp icicles followed, piercing through the horde of demons.

The battlefield was filled with an alliance of various races: elves, humans, dark elves, ogres, orcs, and beasts. They had all joined forces to combat the rising power of the demon king. Over ten years ago, the demon king had begun constructing a massive castle using enslaved dwarves and had claimed a vast domain, causing dissatisfaction among other races.

Almer pressed forward, obliterating hordes of demons with the other two heroes valiantly supporting him. Their objective was to reach the demon king and put an end to his life.

In the far distance, a tall, dark figure with black hair, distinctive horns, and crimson eyes observed the battlefield from an elevated hill. He appeared bored.

"This is the best those races have to offer? What filth. They claim to bring the world's strongest heroes to my feet, but this is simply pitiful. Perhaps I am an actual god not fit to exist among these ants," proclaimed the demon king.

He rose from his throne and spread open his leather wings, taking flight. Though he possessed great magical abilities , he relished the feeling of power his wings provided. Flying with his wings surpassed the speed and efficiency of casting a fly spell. The demon king had the appearance and color of a human, the physique of an orc, the magical aptitude of an elf (though his magic far surpassed theirs), the intelligence of a dwarf, and other attributes that rendered him incredibly overpowered.

With his massive wings, the demon king soared at astonishing speed, reaching the heart of the main battle within seconds.

"Here they are," said the demon king.

He descended to the ground, creating a wide crater around the area where the heroes stood.

"Entertain me," he said.

The three heroes regrouped and charged in for a simultaneous attack. At that moment, the demon king laughed and smirked. "What a pathetic waste of my time," he snapped his fingers, and the entire battlefield crumbled. Every living being within the area was annihilated. A total of 820,000 people perished in an instant, including both the allied forces and the demon king's own army.

"Damn, I overdid it once again. This is getting tiresome," lamented the demon king.

"You did this to me, you fucking god!" he shouted.

The demon king was fully aware that someone had created or summoned him into existence. His creator had made him too powerful.

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Several years after the battles in the southern fields of the Blood Plains, the demon king plotted a spell of immense power that would forever change the world.

"If I pour all my magical power into this one spell, I will finally achieve..." the demon king trailed off, deep in thought. He was a genius when it came to magic, and he believed that by combining the spells World Summon, Greater Immense Mass, and Universal Compression, he could summon the very god that had given him life.

"The amount of mass I would compress would ultimately create a hole in space and time, and that is where my..." The demon king rambled on, using incomprehensible words that none of the eight great demon generals in the room could understand. These generals stood by his side, loyal and awaiting any order they might receive.

"I call it the Universal White Hole, the opposite of my greatest destruction spell, the Universal Black Hole. The only problem is that if my calculations are correct, the amount of magic power it will consume compared to the Black Hole spell would be like comparing a bug to the entire world we stand on. In other words, I would be draining my magic powers for most likely a millennium, but the exact outcome is incalculable," the demon king concluded.

"My great generals, I will be weakened for many, many years. I plan to take a vacation, and I hope most, if not all of you, do the same. Sit back and relax," the king exclaimed.

"Yes, Demon King!" they all exclaimed in unison.

"I do not know when we will meet again. According to my calculations, the god won't be summoned for many, many years to come. But when you all witness signs of the God's summoning, take it as an indication that the time to gather is near," the king instructed.

"And now... cast! Universal White Hole!"

A beam of white light filled the room, and the magic's reaction caused the entire demon king's castle to explode, emitting an even greater light that could be seen for miles upon miles.