1 Prologue: The first soul incarnation of Masaru Belial

Somewhere deep in the idea realm where no mortal could ever hope to set foot in, a mysterious realm where only those who exist yet do not exist at the same time could wander around. A beautiful woman with silverly coloured hair was standing next to a young girl also with silver coloured hair was glancing at Masaru who was standing before them.

"It has been a while Masaru" Samsara said with a warm smile, even after having a child with Masaru her looks did not change a single bit. Still as willful as ever.

"It sure has, Sara" Masaru said with a voice filled with affection, when he turned to glance at Origin who stood next to her, his smile was still the same.

"You still eating well?" Masaru asked with a playful look,

"Hmph! You dare to tease me after regaining your complete memories?" Origin pouted but soon her face became serious, "It's time to complete our promise Masaru"

"Yes" Masaru nodded as he sat on his knees in front of the two girls who placed their hands on his shoulder, pouring in thier divine powers the began to do something only the creation god would be able to.

However, it was thanks to the divine grimoire they were able to take a small piece of Masaru's soul to create several copies of himself. These were incarnations that would be sent to other worlds to live in different worlds according to the promise Masaru made in his very very first life with Origin, when the two of them lived together in flesh.

"Now go!" Origin waved her hand sending the incarnations flying to Samsara's reincarnation cycle, taking them into different directions, where they will begin their new lives.

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a Boy wearing casual clothes which consist of an Assassin creed origins black t-shirt, blue jeans and black sneakers, his hair was white, a single blue eye while the other was sealed shut with a green scar that had the appearance of a clock over it.

Unable to become a Heretic because the power he rules over was too great and the Fate God could not allow him to descend upon the mortal realm or everything it was managing will come to an end.

Next to him was a lady holding a spear wearing a black robe over her bikini armour, she too had an eye patch over one of her eyes as she watches, the stream of souls following the road to rebirth like it was their fate and could not break from it.

"To think even that God would forbid my descending because of my powers... How enviable" The boy spoke as he could feel it, from a distance at different portals the gods that got revived after being put to sleep for being killed by a human as a heretic god entering the portal to descend upon the Mortal World once more, it was a shame the humans who killed them were already dead because of Fate.

It was the Heretic god's destiny to become food for the humans to give birth to Demon Kings, or what the humans call them now recently as... Campione.

Fate had decided to make use of Pandora and Epimetheus struggle to help the humans and heretic gods break free from their Fate on purpose, by having the Demon Kings run amok on the Earth, Fate created a "Hero" who was a steel attribute god who would descend when an ancestor of the Earth Goddesses offer up their lives for him to awaken and kill the demon Kings.

It was an irony, how the Hero never appears to look happy when he was called, even the boy who saw this happen over and over again wondered why this hero never felt glad about descending since he, himself could not.

"You say the same things as always...." The lady who stood next to the boy was used to this boy's usual complaints that come out every hundred or so years, but something out of the ordinary happened when a soul broke loose from its path wandering aimlessly till it bumped into the boy.

"This---" The lady was shocked, she a god knew how powerful the Fate God was and to break the chains of fate is not something a god, like her not to mention a mortal soul should be capable of. The boy simply smiled, he watched pandora and Epimetheus more than anyone knew how to activate the artefact those two safely guarded against enemies.

"It's strange, however since you came before me I will bless you" The Boy locked his eyes with the Goddess, she was still trying to figure out how this soul managed to do something.

However she was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard what the boy in front of her said. She nodded, the boy took her hand pulling her closer to the soul as the two of them touched the little orb which was the soul before sending in their divine blessing into it.

"What are you two doing!?" Pandora who was floating around felt a soul being blessed by a pure god, such a thing should not have happened yet it did. When she arrived she noticed that a soul managed to stray from it's path and was being blessed by a God and Goddess.

Since they did not break the rules by giving their divine powers to it, she did not stop them from blessing the soul. Since she too felt it was probably it's destiny to meet the two Gods, "Oh Pandora, as you can see we are blessing this soul that strayed from it's path. I would like to see how far it's magic talent can go with my blessing"

"And how far it's martial arts talent can go with my blessing" The Goddess said with a smile,

"Are you two really sure this is what you want?" Pandora asked, when she saw the boy and woman both nodded she too took a step forward placing her hand on the soul giving it a tiny fraction of her blessings.

"Maybe one day we will meet again, when you becomea demon king" She muttered, the boy and lady turned around and left after they gave their blessings. All they had to do was wait to see what surprises this soul could grant them.

When they were gone Pandora gently picked up the soul, it was only then she realized this soul had a mark engaved on it, ten rings almost like a tatoo was engraved into it. "This--- Someone powerful carved a summoning magic on this soul when it faces danger? Who would do such a thing? Could this child be something special?"

Pandora felt conflicted, she wanted to investigate the soul but opening up a soul was a taboo for the gods, hench she could only place the soul back into the lane leading it to the rebirth, but what she nor the two gods did not realized was the fact this soul was acutally a incarnation and not a true soul of a person from another world.

And it was it's destiny, to be born with fragmented memories of its past life.

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His name is Masarau, Silver coloured hair, Amber coloured eyes, handsome face with a lean muscular body. He was six-years-old and currently running away from pursuers, he was originally a child of a rich and powerful couple from Japan.

The mother and father always thought their son was a genius, the miracles he created during his childhood made them teach him many things. And it was just six month ago that Masaru learnt karate, although he could not perform many of the complicated moves due to his young age. He still memorized all the techniques.

In truth, although he did not remember much of his previous life. It was enough to allow him to progress and mature faster than normal children, perhaps it was thanks to Origin and Samsara who did the sealing on his memories which included an effect that would make him feel there was no need to investigate his previous life and focus on his present life, that he never really pondered over his situation and simply moved forward.

He lost his parents during a car accident four months ago, he never contacted the police nor did anyone question him since there was many orphans running along the streets. The reason he refused to seek help, was the fact that he and his family were targeted by the Yozu family who wanted them dead.

Rich Families always had enemies, especially in the business world. His father built a massive corporation called Hiei which he planned to let Masaru inherit, yet before he could do so, he died along with his wife.

Yet this smart boy, was running while holding the piece of bread he stole firmly in his grasp, even he did not think of becoming a criminal. But he had to survive.

"Get that boy! He stole a loaf of bread!" The owner of the bakery shop was currently chasing after Masaru in the streets of Milan, life was hard for the orphans like him who had no place to go to.

If he did not need to hide his existence, then he would have been able to go to an Orphanage to grow up in. "Stinky old man, it's only a piece of bread" Masaru cried out while forcing his little legs to run faster.

It was thanks to him being born with a natural illness called "Hercules Syndrome" which made him stronger than your average children, yet no one would realize that it was the blessing of the Goddess that blessed his talent in martial arts that allowed his body to develope much stronger and faster, thus he could keep distance from an adult man running despite being only six years old.

Ever since the day he was born, Masaru never question his previous life. The thing that bothered him the most was the fact a peculiar memory kept emerging within his mind, it was about some kind of Sword summoning Hero God who will bring destruction upon the world to kill Demon Kings.

Campione, he had visited the library with his mother when he was young. It took him a lot of effort to get away from her watching eye to investigate this word, yet he never found anything related to it so he thought it must just be his memories being corrupted and thus shoved it in the back of his head.

Masaru however instinctively knew wjust from this fragmented memory that he was in an unreasonable world where he could die at any given moment if that hero was awakened, even though he was certain that he was not even a Devil King.

He still felt he had to do something about his situation, he felt pressure even more so at the thought that he could not even remember where or when this event would happen at all. If that hero appears, he will die. Just how unreasonable is this world!!!????

The best thing for him was to survive, stay low and study. Since then he learnt by trial and error how to pickpocket, break into shops. Since he was small and could not fight, he practiced how to throw rocks at places where it would hurt when it hits. He learnt it all in these four months, if he could not even learn this then he would have died from starvation. There is no such thing as free lunch in the world.

And today was the first time Masaru was so hungry, when he came across this bakery he did not even bother checking if there was anyone looking at him and grabbed a bread eating it. By the time he realized what he should have done which he did not think of due to the hunger, he was already being chased by the owner who wants to beat him up.

"Stop running boy! I will get you soon!" The owner screamed but Masaru took a turn running into the alleyway, the garbage bins and trash bags were scattered around. Kicking some bins that stood straight to create even more obstacles, allowing Masaru to create a much larger distance between him and the owner before he managed to finally escape from the owner when he left the alleyway and went ahead to the next one.

"That was stupid" Masaru muttered coldly while scolding himself for losing to the temptations of a delicious smell since he was meant to pickpocket money to buy the loaf bread but now he had no choice but to move on to the next city or town since that Owner will be sure to report him and by then he will not be able to visit any shops.

He took out a few coins from the pocket of his ragged and ripped pants, "About 7 euros?"

Masaru sighed since he already ate he can at least use some coins to continue reading the books at the library. He had to keep studying till he could find something that could aid him, he refused to believe this world did not have information about the Hero. If only he knew what he was looking for, would not be available to regular humans.

This was the other thing he did after each pickpocket, when there was nothing to do then he would hide in the library studying on his own since he felt he will become a brainless mob if he does not at least study by himself.

The cause for his thirst to study, is due to him coming across a few mob gangsters who was really stupid in the past, and he did not like to become like them.

Just like the two young men approaching him wearing black biker jackets, black t-shirts that look like it got spray paint over it with blue jeans and shoes. One was overly studded with rings over his ears, nose and lips.

'Does he have nipple rings too?' Masaru had a fleeting thought, however, his attention was drawn to the second young man who appeared to look like a good boy despite his attire.

"Masaru, what are you doing in our district again?" The good boy spoke since he was the upper rank of the two, Masaru dealt with this man several times already to know if he comes out it meant the gangsters did not take kindly of his actions in their turfs.

"It was only out of hunger that I took without thinking" Masaru kept his explanation short but did not apologize as he was not a servant nor subordinate, he could at least keep this much dignity. However, he knew he would get beaten up for it.

When the good boy came over to smack him, Masaru took a breath when he felt his body warming up. He did not think, his body moved unconsciously according to the technique he learnt when he studied Karate. Despite being clumsy and some missteps due to his short legs, Masaru still dodged the attack and slammed his fist into the crotch of the good boy.

"WAAAAAHHHH!!!" The good boy-man who was caught off guard, began to scream mournfully that made even his partner unconsciously hold his crotch feeling like it was a bit too windy today,

Since Masaru was not accustomed to fighting he got hit from the back by the other man, the impact only made Masaru take a few steps forward after getting smacked. The reason for this, is when he felt something touching his hair in that last instant, his body already moved forward which made the impact the hit reduce slightly.

Realizing that fighting will do him no good while being hungry, Masaru kicked the man's shin who attacked him before he turned around the began to run from the two men in hopes he could lose them quickly and look for another opportunity to find some food.

It was a shame that before he could get away around the corner his shirt was gripped by someone around the collar and picked him up swiftly like a kitty cat.

"What do we have here?" someone said,

Masaru could hear a relatively young voice however what he saw instead was a man who resembled the statue of David, curly brown hair, grey eyes. He looks like he was in his twenties but he should be older than that, was what Masaru's instincts told him.

"Let me go!" Masaru began to swing his arms and legs, he just gotten away from the gangsters and if they caught up he would be dead.

"No need to be so rough kid, I came looking for you since I knew your parents" the man said,

"You--- You know mom and dad?" Masaru asked, his face became pale at the thought that this man could be working for the Yozu family.

"No need to fear me, I am enemies with the Yozu." The man reassured Masaru, yet the latter did not drop his guard at all.

"Then what do you want with me?" Masaru asked while glaring at the man with wary eyes, his body was shivering despite him trying to put up a brave front. Masaru could not tell why, but he felt instinctively this man was powerful and dangerous.

Shortly the two gangsters caught up while the good boy was still holding his crotch with bloodshot eyes, "Give us that kid and we will let you live!"

The man who was holding Masaru looked at the man who spoke with him but then looked at the pants that were dripping, "I see you go some skills kid, If you follow me, I will train you, feed you but you will have to work for me for a few years. And only when you reach the age of 18 will I allow you to officially take over your father's company he left for you in his will"

"I am chosen as your legal Guardian after all" The man added, "Unless you want to live alone, then I might have to leave you with these two men"

'Shameless old man!' Masaru cussed in his mind, he never met a adult who would blackmail and threaten a six year old child like this, yet what the man said was true. he had very little choice if he wishes to survive even a little longer, Masaru nodded "I understand"

However, he was shocked out of his mind when he saw the two gangsters who came forward to attack but stopped abruptly when they felt fear crept into their hearts when the man's eyes became cold and serious, "If you take one more step, then even the police will not make a bark if I kill you now"

Hearing this voice as if a grim reaper was holding a scythe around their necks, they did not dare test this man as the feelings they were getting from him was more intimidating than their boss so they scrambled for their lives without a second thought.

"So how about it kid? Interested?" The man asked once more

Masaru who heard this nodded, what else could he say. He found someone who could train him to survive, and if he can live long. He will be able to take control of his father's company and take revenge on the Yozu Family.

This is the story of a boy who without understanding why he was sent into this world, with little memories of who he was in his previous life yet little interest in finding out. Where he will be forced to live and survive as the irregular of the world which Fate never intended to allow before but now it had to accept him or annihilate him somehow without alerting his enemies, which one of them was Pandora.

This is the story, of Masaru. Who is a human, blessed by three gods. Yet to become a Devil King