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In the world of Almaria, there was a land where humans and demons dwelled alike. Even though they were both residents of this continent, they both differ in their looks and nature. The demons who were very good looking, having pale skin, red lips, some even have silky hair along with accentuated figures and long age, need not to worry about beauty and handsomeness.

Contrary to humans, where some were considered good-looking whilst others weren't, and their age only reaching to a hundred years of life followed by death. There were only a few humans who managed to reach beyond that age and the demons usually outlive humans. Reaching more than a thousand years before succumbing to death.

The Almarian continent was full of demons and so the humans were always below the hierarchy. From what one can imagine; the demons were possessive, strong, and dominant on their kind and even more to the humans below them, the humans on the other hand could never outpower the strength of the demons, however, they had more than strength to bargain for.

They were creative, intuitive, and strong-willed. Not long after, other than a berserker of pure strength, classes such as Holy Knight, Rogue, Ronin, Fighter, Mage and even Blacksmith, Enchanters and Craftsmen were created, each class holding their own specialties and their own weaknesses, and together they hoped that these classes would be at par with the Demon's power.

A battle soon began, the humans wanted to change this sick hierarchy and thus the very beginning, of the disasters that they would encounter started.

Amidst the heat between the Demons and Humans. In a land far away from the city, there was a young boy, one who started to dream. A dream no other man had dreamt of. It was to become the Grandmaster of all job class of this world. To achieve a feat no one had ever reached before, that was his dream.

Joan was a young and ambitious boy who dreamt big for his future, passionate, and good looking even in a young age. Sharp eyes, blue hair, curved face, and tanned skin.

Time passed by and the Academy of Almaria, built by humans to educate their young generation, opened the entrance exam. Kids from all lands at the age of twelve didn't think twice about joining and so he joined too.

He passed the entrance exam with flying colors and he enrolled in the academy.

While he was cultivating, he managed to unlock the secret of gaining all the elements and so it led him to unlock all the job class in this world.

It was unbelievable for others, but there was a boy who wanted to master all job class in this world. He strived to master them all and unlocked his capabilities then he reached the Rank of Master in all Job class. Specifically, the Holy Knight, Chaos Knight, Fighter, Rogue, Ranger, Paladin, Mage, Ronin, Lycan, Druid, and Necromancer.

Having also the Builder, Blacksmith, Enchanter, Craftsman, and Alchemist as a production job class on his arsenal.

It was then he came to reach the ripe age for making a family. He looked for someone but failed at the age of fifty. He became hopelessly romantic and had low charisma.

A sad tale for an old man to fail at the most crucial time for making a family. And so, he met the eleven students on his journey and nurtured them like his own sons. It was none other than Frank who became a Holy Knight Priest, Baggus the Arch-Mage, Saber the Legendary Lycan, Splinter the Master Assassin, Branmoor the Druid Priest, Maldor the Ranger Captain, Deathbane the Necromancer Lord, Snap the Master Fighter, Arthras the Royal Saint Paladin, Mistiban the Chaos Dread Knight, and last, Shinpatsu the Grandmaster Ronin.

It was a great journey for the team, and they soon became heroes in their prime. Soon enough, the heat between the two races escalated and the two races waged war, a battle amidst the continent, between the border of the two nations which soon became the graveyard of the fallen demons and humans that risked their lives in the battle.

The demon army was a terrifying force for the humans, but they won't lose without a fight, and so the heroes helped to eliminate the threat. The enemies marched and rumbled the ground. Flooding the vicinity far from their sights and darkened the lands with their sheer numbers. A mix of monsters in their ranks and demons led them. Like ants parading to approach them.

While the heroes were battling in the war grounds, the Demon Lord, the strongest and the one who governs the Demons, appeared, carrying great darkness enough to cover the sun and turn the day into night. He stood there brimming with a devilish grin, a reddish aura emanating from his body as he floats in the sky.

He looked down the clash of humans and demons and grinned maniacally, as he opened his mouth and started to chant curses.

[Turn undead]

The spells and curses struck upon the human army, like a black fog spreading darkness from afar. The army was in disarray and coughing due to the smoke, but their coughs soon turned to agonizing wheezes in pain.

Writhing and screaming while turning around in the ground. Their screams all became distorted, and all that ingested the smoke, turned undead.

Their skins turning to rotting flesh and emitting black miasma. Fighting towards the remaining humans in the battlegrounds.

The Heroes soon stood up and faced them all. The battlefield was filled with raging sounds of clashing blades, explosions, and shouts of morale, agony, and anger.

The casters cast their spells towards the enemies and the undead and some demons, soon they were eradicated. The Demon Lord came down from the sky and targeted the heroes one by one.

Defeating them single-handedly without putting too much effort with a binding spell that will kill them if they move even an inch.

They were all in danger and just as every darkness has hope, Joan came to their rescue. He repelled the demon army and soon dispelled the binding spell on them.

"Let me handle this. I will defeat him as your master. Just help the others! Rest assured; I won't get beaten." Joan said to them then facing the enemy with a determined look.

Joan teleported then kicked him in the chin upwards. The two of them went to the skies as he used [Telekinessis] to the enemy. Pushing him up in the sky with the used of his skill's willpower. He managed to separate him from the heroes and he used the greatest binding spell he has.

[Evil purging prison]

The Demon Lord used his aura, and a terrible shockwave was emitted, easily breaking free from his binds. The two of them battled. The demon lord laughed hysterically as he exchanged spells with Joan, shooting them in all directions as the sky roared from their heated battle.

The battle below was also escalating and have no signs of stopping. No one was surrendering any moment as well as the two above. As the heroes fought and defended on the front lines, they managed to make the casualties to the minimum. Heals and buffs were scattered in the human armies with the help of Frank. Other heroes were all summoning their summons and others were just brawling with the enemies. Casters casted spells to the enemies. All were spreading chaos to the enemy lines united with their different specialties as they all went on with their killing spree.

Night came and the battle still rages on. The sky was turning red, turning yellow, blue or white as the booming sound of battle echoed throughout the battlefield.

Joan was still not exhausted and so was the Demon Lord. Both not wanting to lose to the opponent they currently face.

Joan switched from a job class to another. Using spells and skills of different job classes until the morning.

Three days and three nights passed, and they were still fighting for the war that both sides pursue to win. The Demon Lord was exhausted and so was Joan. Sweat was trickling their faces and their body was weary on the process of fighting.

"Impressive! Now hero of all mortals, what is your name? At least I will know before your death!" He asked in a grin.

"Shut up!" Joan rebutted.

He used all his remaining mana to cast a sealing spell and so the Demon Lord also used his trump card spell.

Joan was expressing a troubled expression as it was his last effort to seal a weakened Demon Lord.

Joan was bloody in his head and chest. Even his golden armor was broken to pieces and one of his shoulder pads was missing when they fought.

On the contrary, the Demon Lord was still untouched but only his clothes were burnt.

He smiled wryly as he cast [Soul eater] on Joan.

"I will give you a gift that will last. Long enough till your death!" He shouted.

Using his own life for the spell to activate and will hinder him to cast [Rebirth] on himself.

Purple lights emitted and neon red cursing from the body of the Demon Lord and left him, so was his life, then went to Joan.

"Become cursed as you will not ascend to Legend and Mythic! Forever! Hahaha!" The Demon lord shouted.

The Demon Lord used his trump card to make him unable to become youth again nor ascend. Laughing hysterically until his last breath.

As the curse activated, he felt that his soul became impure and tainted. He can only sigh as he was weakened when he was cursed.

When the Demon Lord has perished, the demon army retreated, and they all stopped the war. The multitudes of the demon army that can't be counted by mere estimation stopped.

With no leader, they were forced to get back and get stronger. As many as the sand of the sea, multitudes of enemies rumbled the ground. Their morale was crushed and with no leader to lead the fight they fall back.

The Heroes screamed as they saw Joan who was falling from the sky. The mages hurried to his rescue.

Baggus used his levitating spell to reach Joan and he put him on the ground. He was panting, weary, and barely able to lift his hands

On the ground, they all surrounded him and healed him. But still, he was not yet recovering. Laying down on the dirt, he passed out after he said, "It is finished."

The skies darkened and the rain poured down at them. The downpour was heavy. Making both the heroes and Joan bathe with its cold embrace.