Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I reincarnated in the world of manga I read some time ago.

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun….

The story followed Iruma Suzuki who was sold to a demon called Sullivan by his selfish parents, fortunately, the demon adopts him as his grandson and sends him to a demon school where all kinds of demons come, Iruma, from there meets up with all kinds of demons while getting some character development to become the demon king of the netherworld.

I read the manga and found it very interesting although I was cringed by the main character at times still it was bearable and hence I continued reading…

But I could have never expected to be born as a demon in the very same world.

I am 2 years old and I only realized what world I come into.

Initially, I was damn confused and anxious about where I came but slowly adapted to it.

I was born into a very poor family.

My father was unknown, I had a single mother and a sister who ran from home some time ago, probably not being able to bear the conditions and stress…

Mom was left alone to raise me, which she could barely do while also taking care of herself.

She would barely be seen eating a time all day long.

The place where we lived was some sort of slum where crime was rampant and gangs could be seen everywhere.

Honestly, I was surprised to see this side of the netherworld as in the manga, it was always depicted to be a peaceful place with all sorts of joys.

But I forgot it was Hell and how could Hell be peaceful?

The places in the manga depicted were where all the rich or noble demons lived.

There were many dark areas in the netherworld depicting its true nature.

I live in a small brick hut with many cracks already but is still better than no roof over us.

Earlier I was angry about my father and sister leaving my mom and me alone to suffer but I came to deal with it as I grew up.

They were demons and demons are inherently evil and doing evil deeds was what they were supposed to do.

The high-ranking and rich demons are exceptions as according to manga, they were shown as much more controlled and rational.

The place, slums, where I am living is always dark and light is not seen in this area at all.

The demon gangs wandering the streets extort money from locals here in name of protection fees but indirectly they are the ones that harm others.

Cruel bastards…

As someone who knows the manga, I will make sure to get out of this shit hole of a place and at least get a decent place of living for sure in the future.

I sometimes feel that the manga should have focused more on other aspects of the netherworld so I could have some basic knowledge of how to get money…. Sigh

"Oh. my baby girl, you are awake… come to mama…"

My mother, a woman who looked to be in her twenties was a beautiful woman if not for the malnutrition she was suffering from and a disease.

She had white long hair and lush green eyes giving a natural vibe and a refreshing feeling upon looking into them, although that was what it must have looked like in past now they seemed lifeless and dull.

Her appearance is very striking with a certain demon in the manga, Paimon.

But now after a year of living with her, I doubt she is associated with 'her' even though their hair and eyes match, given her condition and strength.

I did inherit her hair color and violet eyes due to mutation, overall, I will grow to be beautiful for sure.

5 years later

I am now 7 and my situation has remained the same.

Surviving on some scraps of food, eating only once for the whole day.

Worse of all is my mother's situation.

She had become bedridden some years prior due to an unknown disease and I could not afford a doctor to come see her.

I think this disease of hers is something related to mana disruption flow or something related to it.

As a demon, I also had mana since birth.

To be honest, one thing I had in favor all these years was my mana and bloodline power.

I had been able to sense mana since birth and had a huge mana reserve within me.

Initially, even my mother was surprised and wanted me to train my mana potential but her health didn't allow her so I trained myself.

I realized that the more I train, the more I could further increase my mana reserve from scratch.

I realized it back then when I was 5 or something and since then I had never been slacking on my mana training at all…. I wanted a good life and for that, I will have to survive in this place first.

I need strength for it.

This place was a slum city surrounded by stone walls.

The exit fees are high and so most of the locals live and die here only without even being able to go out.

As for my bloodline power, it was called [Devour].

I know very little about it.

But I had a gut feeling it was not as simple as it sounded.

As far as I have observed, every time I used [Devour], my mana reserves would feel a very tiny boost and so would my physical strength.

I sometimes use it to devour my food and it works and also satisfies my hunger although only a little.

My mom also had absolutely no idea about my bloodline powers as well as she was not sure, she said maybe I inherited it from my father, he might be a member of a branch family of the Gluttony Household and my power seemed to be some sort of weird variation of Gluttony.