Demonic World: Start with the Strongest class (Rewrite)

I'm Zanac Snow, I'm twenty years old. I remember spending my life's most beautiful night with my girlfriend who is our university's flower. However, this happiness didn't last as I imagined. Why? It's because of a dreadful dream I had after closing my eyes following the act.

A dream is more strange than fanciful. But as dark as no one would wish to have this dream...

A fanciful world where most fanciful races existed, as seductive as they are cruel. The worst in all this was that in my dream, the body that served as my host was chained and dragged by demons as a slave.

I could see them ride beasts that could only exist in our most fanciful imaginations. But the strangest wasn't the sight where the creatures I saw, no, the strangest were their ways of looking at us; as if we couldn't be more important than ants.

I was with other humans who are in the same state as the body that served as my dream host.

But even if my dream was blurred, I could understand that we were nothing more than vulgar slaves. They whipped those who slowed them down and sprinkled their blood on the grasses under our feet as if it were nothing more than their sweats.

[Ding, all the conditions are assembled to be transmigrated to DW.]

[Transfer's start into 3, 2, 1, 0]

These were my last moments in this strangely surreal dream before I lost consciousness.

After that, I could only hope to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

But...

Fate had other plans for me...

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-CLANG! CLANG!! CLANG!!!

Zanac jumped into his sleep following the dull and metallic noise that had disturbed his sleep.

But he didn't have time to grimace or made his fits of anger following the new reality that struck him in full face.

In his confusion, he looked around him to find out what was going on. He was locked in a cell with ten other humans who had white shirts and pants with their names on them; like him. But what caught his attention the first time was that they all looked like celebrities because of their appearance. And these people had nothing to do with those they had seen in his dream.

They were all sitting on their little beds with dull and inexpressive expressions; although they were clean and seemed to be healthy, they all had empty eyes.

-CLANG! CLANG!! CLANG!!!

The dull noise sounds once again when it attracts his attention. He instantly realized that the cause of the noise was a demonic creature slamming their cells' bars.

'Am I still in this strange dream?' He murmured to himself looking around him.

"Why did I have to be sent back to the succubi plantation?! Why?! Why!!!" A human male who had long silky brown hair blocked his ears as he shouted these words with desperate eyes whose tears didn't stop flowing.

Seeing this surrealism, Zanac frowned and looked at his body with complex emotions as an uncontrollable fear manifested himself in his heart.

"Losing my calm in such a state will only cause me problems." He said to himself by closing his eyes to calm down and not listen to other humans' desperate cries.

'For now, I can guess that we aren't here for a good reason. Are we test subjects? And why do we have these thin necklaces around our necks? Is it an identification necklace?' he said by touching the necklace that was around his neck.

[The host named Gafiir arrived at his destination.]

"!"

[Procedure for unraveling memories.]

'Still this female voice?' He wondered after his thrill to suddenly hear the voice.

But he quickly 'calm down' after realizing that except for him, who was sitting on his bed in the cell' corner, no one seemed to hear the strange voice.

And the most surprising thing in all this, and that he could see the words in his visual field even though he had his eyes closed.

[3, 2, 1... Tighten your teeth, Master Gafiir, yell if you want to be the next target on the succubi slave list.]

"Slave? Succubus?" His confused expression didn't last long when he felt like he had a bomb in his head.

"Ack..!!" He brutally bites his lips when he was about to yell unconsciously; following the unimaginable pain he suddenly felt. But remembering the mysterious voice's words, he curled up himself on the small bed with his stiff body as sweats began to sparkle on his forehead.

But at the same time, he constantly received floods of information that came out of nowhere and invaded his consciousness.

After ten seconds that seemed to be the longest seconds of his life...

[Congratulations, Master Gafiir, you both saved us from certain death.]

[The memory transfer process has just been completed.]

Zanac had incredulous eyes following the disappearance of unimaginable pain as if it were nothing more than a dream. But his pupils' redness was proof of the hell he had just gone through.

'Seriously?! Why the hell do I find myself in such a hell?!' He wanted to scream these words from his full lungs to curse the fate god. But knowing the problems that would follow, he finally deprived himself.

'A world where humans are the weakest and are treated so unfairly because they are unable to use the slightest magic? No, it's because they're weak!' He said, with misty eyes that seem sink into despair for a moment later.

[Please, master. Calm down this isn't the time to lose hope.]

'Losing hope? It's not the case, but it's just that I don't understand the sins I made to be here.' He replied unconsciously in his thoughts, without knowing if the strange voice was able to hear him or not, not to mention answering his questions.

He no longer wondered if he was in a dream or not; after feeling the ruthless pain that fell on him.

But to his surprise,

[I don't have an answer to this question, master.]

The mysterious voice gave him this answer.

"Who is next?" Suddenly, a feminine and melodious voice resounded behind bars.

Looking in front of him, he nervously gulped when his gaze landed on a girl with long black hair who had a face incomparable to his university's flower. Her emerald eyes and her curves seduced that defied any logic. But what caught Zanac's attention wasn't the two G cup melons, nor her Gothic outfit that exhibit 70% of her immaculate skin, no, none of that.

What had captivated his attention was the two black horns she had on her temples, the long black tail that kept moving on its own, and above all, the black bat wings she had above her butt.

'What is this creature!?'

[A succubus.]

'... I know, but why the hell is a succubus doing here?!'

[To choose the new prey that will soon be drained of all his vital energy to feed their souls.]

'...!!'

At the same time, the succubus who looked at everyone with inexpressive eyes suddenly crossed Zanac's eyes who was at the cell's corner. Zanac looked away and made his mood as if nothing had happened. A tactic that always marched against his teacher when he tried to question him.

But he had forgotten a crucial thing, the way a slave must behave is different from that of a student. Not to mention that the glimmer of hope that shone in his eyes was different from the others. These two traits drew the demoness' attention to him.

As a result, the succubus frowned when she saw Zanac not look down like other slaves but look away as if she weren't a person who deserved his attention.

A cruelly seductive smile was seen on the succubus's lips as she ordered the other guard, who had a demonic appearance, to open the door.

The guard was a demon with ash black skin, blood red eyes, shark teeth, a long scaly tail, and a single sharp horn on his left temple. But the strangest thing was that he would measure about 230cm!

But Zanac, who didn't want to draw attention to him could only curse his bad luck when he saw the succubus walking slowly towards him with intriguing eyes.

When she found herself less than a meter from his bed, Zanac could smell the pleasant perfume that emanated from her. But conversely, he wasn't someone who looked like a happy winner.

She looked at the white shirt that Zanac wore and where his name was marked.

"Gafiir... what a strange name for a slave." She said to herself by raising her eyebrows.

Even if Zanac didn't know why he found himself involved in this story, he couldn't complain, for now, his top priority was to survive. But without even learning more, he didn't understand why fate was so cruel to him.

"I wanna go home! I wanna at least leave this damn plantation and move to another!" Suddenly, the man's panicked voice with long brown hair thundered once again.

As he always had his ears clogged and his eyes closed, he didn't seem to have noticed the succubus's presence who gritted her teeth with discontent when he heard him scream.

"Lady Miya, I think you'd better bring this troublemaker who disrupts our work first. If it continues, it will panic others and further degrade their mental health. If this happens, they won't be in a good state in their turn." One of the watchdogs begged an angry and irritated air.

Unlike prisoners on other plantations, the succubus plantations' guards weren't to mistreat prisoners. It wasn't out of compassion that they were treated this way, but by necessity. After all, their usefulness was obviously...obvious!?

"Sigh, very well. But the next one will be this man. I'm sure Lady Mapple would be delighted to have this toy with her." She said, sighing with boredom.