1 How It All Started

*Pah*

"Che that's the fifth one since I woke up!" That had to say a lot since the person saying this just woke up. The speaker sat on the windowsill of the two-story apartment building.

The speaker was a slender youth who just smacked a mosquito trying to suck his blood; the youth had white hair and crimson eyes, which were very eye-catching features, apart from that he also had white skin that could make women jealous.

He was a man, but handsome could not describe his features, an appropriate phrase for his features was 'Beautiful'.

The youth looked extremely irritated, not only from the fact that the mosquitos were numerous but the fact that they were the largest he had ever seen. They easily reached up to 5 inches, and one had to know that the average adult mosquito size was 0.15-0.4 inches.

Even the largest mosquito in the world only reached 1.5 inches.

The youths lived in the slums, dark, dirty, a place where the so-called 'scum of the earth lived. It was also the habitat of multiple species of rats, snakes and mosquitos. But oddly enough, the rats, mosquitos and snakes he had seen during the last few days were all larger than before.

He thought of his apartment which was located in the worst area of the slums. The youth decided to go for a walk, but before he did so, he pulled out a box of cigarettes from his right pocket and pulled out a cigarette from said box.

From his left pocket, he brought out a lighter and lit a fire to the butt of the cigarette. The calming smoke of the cigarette calmed him down and he left the house, taking occasional puffs of the cigarette.

He stepped out and was greeted by the familiar air and odour of the slums; putrid, one would wonder how people lived here, but luckily his nose filtered out the smells before long.

The red-eyed youth walked slowly, as though a single misstep could cost him his life.

"You see that's the King of Demons." A gossiping housewife said as she pointed at the youth surreptitiously when she saw him pass by.

A few more of her gossiping buddies joined in,

"Why do they call him that?"

"Because I heard he has demon-like strength and speed, they say he can break through boulders with his fist and he is also quite vicious, not kind towards women at all."

The red-eyed youth could not say those words were wrong apart from that last part. Because in fact what they said about him was even nerfed by quite a bit.

The supposed "King of Demons" was a title that the red-eyed youth received after the performance of many supernatural, and superhuman feats incomprehensible to normies. Somehow, records of these feats got leaked but the military; the people who were after him, made sure that the information got diluted bit by bit, limiting his feats to things that martial arts masters could do.

He walked into the less-dirty areas of the slum and looked at the cigarette that was at the end of its lifespan. The youth took a last puff of the cigarette and scratched the butt against his black shirt.

The red-eyed youth pulled out another cigarette and lit it, but as soon as he did so, the voice of a young female was heard, calling for help.

"Please, help, anybody help!"

The youth thought to himself ever so righteously as he walked towards the direction of the call for help.

'The people in these parts of the world are selfish, they wouldn't help the girl that is calling for help. Since I the King of Demons is here, I shall save the young lady who calls for help!'

"Kekekekeke!"

Just this thought alone made the youth burst out laughing, the cigarette even almost fell from his hand.

After walking swiftly, the youth finally reached the source of the call. Many people gathered, and he had to squeeze his way through, but he happily did so without any words, in fact, he pushed the people out of his way with joy!

"Hey, coming through, move it, kindly fuck off!" All sorts of offensive remarks were given to those who blocked his path. He finally reached the centre of the commotion.

Right there, was a dirty little girl crying and a large ditch behind her.

"This King has arrived, so what is it that you want me to help you with?"

"No, nothing really."

"I actually need your help, my toilet keeps getting clogged."

"You'll help by marrying me."

All sorts of stupid responses came out of the crowd who were not involved. The youth gave them a death glare and turned to the little girl and asked her again.

"What is it that you want me to help you with?"

"M-mister m-my brother fell into that ditch, wuuuu!" The little girl finally managed to spit out in between stuttering and crying.

The youth turned to the ditch and asked a question.

"Boy, are you okay?"

"Uhhm, yes I think so, I only have a few scrapes, nothing much, please help me, it's dark and cold in here."

The boy's response was... weird, so much so that the youth frowned. So to test, instead of going personally to rescue the young child, he asked for a broom. After a series of murmurs, the crowd finally produced a broom.

"Hey little boy, I'm gonna use this broom to lift you up, hold the broom tight, don't fall," The red-eyed youth says leaning towards the ground and stretching the broom to the very depths.

He felt a slight weight on the broom and hoisted it up. The broom flew into the air, a brown shadow followed, the shadow was revealed to be a dirty young boy that held onto the broom as though his life depended on it, and it did.

The red-eyed youth dropped the broom carefully, in order not to harm the boy.

"Thank you for saving me mister... but it's about time you should perish."

As he said those words, he pulled out a black dagger and shot towards the red-eyed youth. But the youth merely snorted and held out his middle finger, as if stopped by some barrier, the dagger stopped mid-air.

"How did you know?"

"It's simple, your words sounded sus!"

". . ."