Story of The Ancient Demon King!

--Used to be good.

Properly brave men are the Guardians of Justice...

The Demon King is an "absolute evil"....

Defeat the Demon King with great power to the point of despair with his companions whose brave men are united by a firm bond of affliction.

Yes, justice always prevailed.

But I can no longer hope for such a hot story.

The scum is a hero, the Demon King is a strangely good guy, or the sidekick takes the lead.

It would be too much if it were real.

Those who do good deeds and insist on righteousness will be grieved.

So, um...

--Reborn (...) In this world, let's aim for the story of the good old days.

The strongest demon kings at the root of evil reign, and the brave men of justice who grow both physically and mentally defeat them.

Such a hot, rolling story...

♢♢♢

By the way, this story has nothing to do with the cause of my death.

It was caused by slipping down the stairs of the frozen sidewalk bridge in the middle of winter and hitting him hard on the head.

I wonder why I'm raising my thighs so high! Ugh!

I've been yearning for a hero of justice ever since I realized it.

I learned martial arts such as boxing and karate, and continued to train myself without shaking my eyes.

I can't believe you're going to die of a workout habit...

I've just been taught by my mentor that "anything can be done with strong hips"....

But at the end of his death, he was reborn into a different world of medieval European-style swords and magic, either because of his strong desire for a "hot story of that time”, or because of God's whims.

As soon as I was born, I understood my situation.

The decisive difference from the previous world is that I felt something smoking inside me like an oak.

"Magic."

"Magic" is the magical power that raises physical abilities, activates magic, and increases healing power.

If you think that it is smoking inside you, you will understand how I feel when the flame of ambition burns up in this different world as soon as possible.

I soon saw what I had to do.

1. First, aim for the strongest demon king.

2. Then raise a righteous brave man who deserves to fight me.

3. Finally, I managed to become a demon king and lose after a spectacular battle.

Of course, I don't want to die anymore, so I pretend to have been hit.

I thought I'd be a hero, but I think I'd be a demon king by now.

Become the demon king with the desperate power that was the royal road when he was young and fight the brave.

Grasp the story of the royal road in this hand...

♢♢♢

--Now, I aim for the "strongest", but I know what babies can do on their own.

As expected, people from other worlds who walked with magic knew that the total amount of magic would increase as their proficiency increased using magic.

I'm sure he's also good at magic.

Even if I trained from the baby, I might not be able to go that far with magic.

However, there were many things that were exceeded at the moment.

For example, sleep.

People of other worlds believe that the night comes because [God of Light] returns to the heavens, and because God commands them to rest.

I'm the only one who knows it's for healing brain and body fatigue and secreting hormones. Unless there's something else that's reincarnated.

So a few years after I was born, I spent my sleep sharpening with precise magic manipulation and training to improve my physical abilities with magic.

If you keep doing this, you won't be able to see the cry in total magic. Well, I don't know the world yet, so I'm not sure.

You should think and act that someone can do what you can.

When he was free to move, he practiced swords by his father, who was the guardian of the village during the day. At night when everyone slept, he engaged in martial arts refresher and magic manipulation training that he had learned in his previous life.

By this time, I saw the path to the strongest.

Because people in this world relied on magic, and they didn't really want skill in swordsmanship or martial arts.

It's all about how much magic you can put into your sword and how you can hit it.

Quite a skill, but from my point of view, it was a terrible thing to do with the martial arts of a developed planet.

No footwork technology, no technique, no defense, no tactics, none of this is low level.

That's not why I don't have anything to learn, so I found it in my swordsmanship practice with my father and brother while hiding it well so that I wouldn't be able to consider the time between magic and swordsmanship, how to fight, my style, etc.

To the extent that the family can feel safe alone in the surrounding woods with their skills there, everyone in the village thinks that the family's brother is weaker than his brother, but it is quite reliable.

And a few years later, I was about 13 years old...

"Ho-cha-cha-cha!!

I was hitting the wall in the middle of the night.

In a big hole around the middle of the cliff wall, a fist with dark black magic was punched into the rock wall with smooth black light.

From the realm of the Magus... ah, I am a Magus. It is called the “Kurono Mac” of the Magus tribe, which is almost identical to humans and has only a long lifespan.

Father, Khai. Mother, the tare. My brother, Shu, is a family of four. Friendship is good.

The Demon tribe is a people who interact with humans in the framework of subrace, although it has the letters "demon" on it. Rather, it has nothing to do with the demons.

Let's get back to it.

Since then, I have traveled to Goblin and near the street to deal with bandits, and gained a lot of practical experience.

After witnessing the evil, he carried out the killing, but he was still a pure boy born in Japan on Earth. It was pretty tough until... not to mention killing creatures because they were evil.

What does that have to do with this strange behavior?

If anyone could hear my heart's voice, they would want to hear it.

It's homemade.

I can't do anything with the bandits, so I want to build a warehouse and chrono mansion to hide.

This is a place deep in the woods beyond the mountains from the village of the Magus tribe... called the "Kongo Wall".

Surrounded by the beast's stunning forests and barren land, it's a black rock wall that runs through the deep valley in the middle.

There is no one near this perimeter in the danger zone. Only the mysterious landscape and the rock walls were so hard that nothing could be done about it.

If you build a base in the middle of this cliff that is too sturdy to dig, it will be a hideout for a fine demon king.

"--Phew"

That said... it's hard.

Normally, I don't use magic or twitch. Those rocks would easily break apart.

I was worried about whether it really broke or whether there was such a way.

After years of trial and error, I was able to use a “magic condensation technique” that I had invented to destroy it, and recently I finally managed to destroy it properly.

Compared to that time, it's an incredible improvement... but the journey to Demon King Castle is a long way off.

"... it's almost dawn. Let's go home."

He came out of the hole, checked the sky that began to whiten, and muttered. He did not hesitate to jump off the cliff.

But whatever you say, you're getting pretty strong.

As a swordsman, I am confident that I can instantly kill my father with one fingertip.

Hmm... that's right.

It's time to go find the brave man.