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Void Frame: Reincarnation Strongest Demon King LEVEL 1

Dansetsu Yoru, a 20-year-old loser, unemployed, has no purpose in life just because he plays a game every day in his room before fate takes him away. "....!!!!" *BIMM!* A prophecy from the Parallel World led to his forced death to be reborn into a new world. Another world that has magic and future technology. He was reborn as an ordinary man who had the body of a demon king in the modern era. This is his chance to change his broken life into a miracle... The world he always hated, peace and comfort is the one thing he always longed for. But fate said otherwise, the gods hated his newly born arrival into another world. The arrival that will cause the destruction of the entire world. Everything was according to the creator's plan. This is the beginning of everything.....

Muhamad_Diyas · Fantasy
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62 Chs

A chance to start again

"What?! How do you know my name? I don't even know your name yet!"

Something seems strange.

Is she really a goddess?

I was shocked when he said my name. This felt fake, I'd never told anyone anything about who I was before.

What is actually going on?

He said prophecy, right? Those were the words that kept popping up in my mind.

"Ahhaha... I'm sorry. I'm Stillia. I can't tell you everything. I've been waiting for you."

"Huh?!" My eyebrows dropped down in disbelief.

Is it that easy for you to say wait and get to know me?

"No, Stillia shook her head. Maybe we were all waiting for your arrival. I don't know why I was confused when I wanted to say it..."

"What?!"

What happened, why did her cheeks suddenly turn red? Is there something wrong with my face. Did he see another me?

I don't understand, maybe because I rarely meet a woman. Yes, because since then my friends left and I was left alone.

"I don't believe it. Explain why you know that I am the prophecy?" I said I still didn't believe it.

Stillia sighed, she thought I wouldn't believe it if she explained it openly. "Maybe you won't believe it if I tell you now... But, I can only say this is not a prophecy that you previously imagined."

He pointed to me as a warning for me to believe. "This was an absolute summoning of him to another world. I mean this world... I don't remember what he said before" Stillia tried to remember.

"Hmmmm... I don't remember much about the contents of the prophecy... I only remember 2 words... if I'm not mistaken... Forced transfer! Yes, but I don't know the reason..."

"What...? Forced transfer?!"

Is it about the notifications that pop up on my computer?

I remember it again when I was still in my original world.

But, why is there a notification joke like that that can send me to this world forcibly where I have to die?

That's impossible, isn't it? But if I remember, it might be possible, I remember several stories about someone who was sent to another world.

Maybe this is exactly like them.

But why! If I could... I would definitely do it myself and not make my aunt continue to bear the burden of having someone as useless as me.

Maybe it made him feel a little relieved, because a useless person like me was dead.

Yes, but not for the feelings of affection and heart that he has given me. Maybe he's over there worried and still thinking about me.

"That's impossible, right?"

But if you think about it, there is some truth to it, a notification that uses a foreign language.

But, why not just meet me in person and chat first...

Why do you have to die first before going to this world. This looks suspicious.

Irritating!

I have to ask why. Because at that time, I just chose according to my gut feeling and didn't try to translate it on the internet.

Most likely if I didn't rush, I should have some idea what it meant.

"What was the reason he chose me?" I looked at him and took 1 step. "If he understands, why didn't he call me when he was little?"

That seems like the wrong question. Maybe I mean why not just be born straight into another world.

Hahhhhhh....

Stillia shook her head. "Sorry, I didn't know... It's definitely not easy, you have to find out for yourself. Everything has been planned... nothing can change it. You have to be able to save this world..."

The look on his face seemed to be hiding something from me. But, I don't know what it is.

He took 3 steps forward, bringing his face close to mine with a look as if he wanted to warn me of a big problem.

"Your home world will also be affected..."

I am surprised. "What?! My home world?"

Hah? What? Why can my world, which is far away, be affected by everything? This is absolutely impossible, I have to be able to conclude every word he said.

I don't understand what kind of terrible creature could make that possible.

"That's absolutely true, I already said it. He is an all-eater, there is no other choice but to eliminate him... This is your last chance to start over. I can't tell you everything."

Chaos eaters. The most terrifying creature that can eat anything in the entire bubble world according to its own will. It has 9 gates of absolute death that can destroy millions of world bubbles at once just by opening one of these gates, even its figure cannot be described easily because its form cannot be seen by ordinary humans.

At least it could be said that he was an existence that was still imperfect. Unless he manages to get another body that can make him 10 heads with his 10 death gates.

Because he was someone's creation to be able to entertain him. It doesn't matter what is in it, be it all the elements and structure of the story or the existence of the concept of the world itself. He will continue to eat it.

"Is that what you said earlier? But, who is he really?! I'm curious to talk and meet him."

"That's right. This is your chance to start something you really want. But, it's a shame..." Stillia shook her head.

Hmmmm... maybe I'll think about that another time.

"But, you've talked to him, right?!"

"That's true. But now neither I nor other gods can talk to him anymore after 150 million years have passed," Stillia said, looking honest.

"Why?"

"I don't know, you'll never find it"

"Sigh... I still remember it." Hexalus suddenly remembered something that made him ashamed and hated. "Crystallista. A place that makes me die and be reborn when I enter it"

Die and be reborn? Is that where he is. It seems like I have to know everything about existence in this world.

"I haven't been to that place yet... why have you gone there first?" Stillia pouted, complaining that she didn't like hearing her name.

"That's right. I just set my foot there. But, I died immediately when I was in that place. It was very strong, far, different from the world I imagined before. I didn't understand whether it was a world or not, I just died embarrassingly there ."

Hmmmmm... OK, I'll remember the name.

I managed to conclude a little about my arrival into this world.

"So my death while there was not fate that determined it? It was rather an order from his prediction that he made himself to bring me here by forcibly killing him?"

Maybe this world has existed since hundreds of millions of years ago or more than that, maybe this is true. If indeed the prophecy contained the arrival of 100 million ago.

Hmmmmmmmm....

It turns out that way, it seems like I was forced to finish all these games.

"Maybe that's true. There's no other way."

"Don't ever hope you can meet him little boy." Hexalus glared angrily at me.

Stillia still held out her hand, I still saw my own confusion about all the stories that made me think this was something uncertain.

"I don't understand. Is this really a reincarnation or not... Maybe I am now in a story that has been arranged by someone and made me enter the storyline." I thought about that which made me think further.

"I don't care who he is. But…."

Maybe this is true, this is my last chance to start over.

"If it's true that this is my last chance, then I will never hand this over to anyone who would take it away."

"That's right" Stillia grabbed my shoulders. "If you understand, I can only give you one thing."

"What's that?."

"If you grow stronger, your whole life will definitely become bitter. It's not as easy as you previously imagined. Gaining great power comes with many risks, it's not like feeding a hungry child. You will definitely experience a lot of suffering..."

Sigh... what kind of advice is that, I don't need it at all.

"I don't care, I just need to destroy everything. If someone snatches something valuable from me, I won't hesitate to kill him." I said arrogantly because I didn't care about that kind of thing.

This will probably happen. I have to prepare everything.

"Okay" Stillia was relieved to see him. "I will return you, you should now be able to live properly again."

I realized after he said that word. Is this his doing too?

"Surely my death in the ruins was your doing, causing me to die and bringing me here. But, what exactly is this place?"

Stillia chuckled slightly. "This is the vast dimension of his subconscious dream realm." He pointed at it. "The real one is still sleeping there, this is his other self like me"

It was Hexalus.

Then Stillia pointed her hand forward and created a magic circle under my feet.

"There's no time to explain it. So, have fun. Don't die..." He said while giving me a wink.

"What?! Are you planning my death for the 3rd time?"

It would be too ridiculous if he really did it again.

Waving his hand. "Bye bye!"

The magic circle lit up and transported me to another place. Nothing but to return me to the original story.

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"It seems like you have changed Stillia. Maybe this happens because you often travel through time and find many world bubbles and their contents which contain various kinds of events and world orders that you have never seen before."

He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"What are you talking about?." Stillia turned around and asked him.

"If you were the old Goddess Stillia. The goddess of time and all knowledge. Surely you would kill her... But, maybe because she was the prophecy... so you couldn't kill her."

"Yes. But, I felt something was different about him... Maybe... I also felt a change in myself."

Confused, Stillia thought that he had changed into a better person over time after traveling through time for hundreds of millions of years.

She is different from herself in the past as the Great Goddess who was in the 2nd position as the strongest Goddess and hated humans the most after Hexalus. It was a time when the gods still competed in the top caste and many other gods were born.

One vast outer world Bubble with countless other world bubbles inside.

The Great Land Of All The Heavenly Gods. A world that can include anything that has not been seen, formed, created, existed, and any dimensions within it.

The war ended and was won by Hexalus who became the candidate for the main god of the 9 strongest gods. Giving birth to the first Hyperverse world bubble, namely the Sea of Selveleria which was created by Hexalus after the dispute was over.

The vast ocean is endless and has a ceiling that cannot be described. Making the other 9 strongest gods begin to plant roots of power in their respective world bubbles.

The Sea of Selveleria is a bubble world consisting of other manifestations of existence Hexalus itself. The existence of a world that cannot be destroyed and plundered by anyone other than someone who can have power equal to the other 10 gods.

All the form elements of its manifestation itself create various kinds of infinite world bubbles which are simultaneously connected to itself.

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"I don't know what you've been doing for hundreds of millions of years. It seems like you've crossed a lot of time, infinite world bubbles, past and future... Can you count the numbers?"

Stillia touched her chest, feeling heavy shortness of breath. Like a feeling that is difficult to treat. "I don't know. I never counted the numbers. I kept traveling to other worlds from time to time without thinking about what kind of worlds there were and how many... Well, even though it wasn't the real me who did it... We were like puppets to him"

Stellia lowered her head, remembering a feeling she had long forgotten.

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