Felix Maxwell was destined to be a loser, born on one of the weakest races and on the least favorable of situations, he was forced to face adversity head-on as he traveled across the vast universe where dangers laid in every corner, one day traveling in hopes of riches he stumbled upon a ruin where a supreme being laid imprisoned, in a stroke of bad luck the being laid its eyes on him and tried to take over his body, forcing itself upon him. But fate hadn't given up on him! He woke up in his younger body, 20 years in the past with the fallen being trapped in his soul. In his past life he had been a loser, giving up on things mid-way and never striving for greatness, he was a side character who made the strong shine even brighter, but not on this life. He swore to himself he would strive for glory, he would take advantage of his knowledge and emerge as a supreme being! ...... Novel Discord: https://discord.gg/FTfXXYHnFT This is my Patreon, everyone is welcomed to drop by! https://www.patreon.com/MidGard_Author
A few days later...
Prince Beelzebub sat atop the tallest spire of his once-impregnable fortress, watching as the horizon filled with the armada of the SGAlliance troops.
Their vessels blotted out the stars, a shadowy shroud encapsulating his beleaguered capital. He could feel the vibration of their engines, the energy blasts echoing in the distance, growing closer and louder.
"It's finally happening...Ah."
The once proud and sinister demon prince was now sighing his sorrows away with a bottle of alcohol in his hand.
His heart pounded in his chest, not with fear but acceptance...His survival instincts had taken over his pride, making him understand that standing up for his territory signified signing his death contract.
He knew full well that Felix might appear at any moment, materializing out of thin air like some wraith, and Beelzebub had no illusions about the outcome of such an encounter.