Prologue(Two)

Two years had passed since the day when more than forty percent of the "otherworlders" population were experimented on, raped, sacrificed, or bred with their people. Those of no use died a cruel death, and the captured mostly females, were used as sex slaves, while the males were raised like pigs with highly potent drugs and slavery seals made to break their minds. The captives behaved like dogs seeking approval from their masters.

This situation made "otherworlders" more afraid, which led to the creation of the organization named United Force. The organization's name was heard throughout the "otherworlders" and was created by the world government, and many other organizations, clans, and sects emerged. The strongest forces were

The Primordial Clan,

Walker clan,

Heavenly Destroyer sect,

Demon Assassin guild,

World Shaker sect,

Undead Sect,

Heavenly Court,

Origin Court,

Gentle Immortal sect,

and White clan.

These ten forces started counterattacking their enemies, which made some low-ranked to mid-ranked forces stop attacking "otherworlders" when their spies reported that the leaders were true gods with saints as generals. However, many continued doing so after they got wind that they could extract the system privileges and talents. This battle continued for fifty years.

Later, the Heavenly Demon Court emerged from the shadows, assassinating and killing many forces, and was led by an "otherworlder" in the celestial god realm. The forces that got in his way were destroyed, and bodies later found had withered with blood sucked or decayed. He was feared by many forces, both "otherworlders" and "NPCs", with everyone calling him titles like "The destroyer," "Devil," "Monster," "Death Harbinger," "Bane of all," "Devourer," becoming a taboo to all, bringing temporal peace to the fifty-year war.

However, that was on the surface. Under the surface, forces were looking for ways to deal with the heavenly demon court blinded by greed. Few paid to increase public outrage but was all stopped after the Demon Assassin Guild was destroyed overnight. This stopped until they heard that the heavenly demon had made an unknown ranked sword named Abyssal Demon Destroyer Sword, filled and blinded by greed, new alliances formed and mobilized to fight the Heavenly Demon.

Three years later, on a mountain taller than Everest, pitch red black looking stretched wide all made by corpses mounting on each other, on their faces having different expressions like anger, fear, horror, and grief before their death. At the top floating above were a few thousand people all with the face of fear looking at the figure standing in the middle of the mountain top, wearing a black royal robe, having a black crown above his silver hair; he wore a black necklace and a black ring on his fingers. He was barefooted in the battlefield, but there wasn't any bloodstain on his pale white skin. Two swords stabbed at his back staining the robe red, even with them embedded there, his aura wasn't any weaker than the thousands of people looking down at him. It was even stronger than them. Looking at them with his silver hair blocking his eyes, he only had a slight smile on his face filled with ridicule.

His expression made the forces look at him with more anger with lingering fear mixed within. They continued staring in silence until a man with a Roman-like leaf crown on his head, who had a scar stretching diagonally from his left eye to his right cheek, wearing a white robe stained with blood on the right side of the robe, had an insignia of a dragon curled in a circle. The dragon's head was at its tail, and in the middle was an eye. Below the insignia was a word in bold "Primordial." This man was the clan head of the Primordial Clan with the blood of an ancient dragon, and he was the strongest of the rest of the "otherworlders" that were behind him with the talent {"Space"}. Looking around as far as his eye could see destruction and death, they all lost ninety-five percent of their forces just by stabbing him twice and tiring him out. Thinking of this made him have great fear, but thinking of the sword that was in his enemy's left hand, this fear was later suppressed with overwhelming greed. He had seen just what this sword could do—the mountain his enemy was standing on was made with this sword remembering the slaughter and the power it displayed. Putting his right hand on his face, he traced the scar running his face, feeling the corrupting aura he was suppressing with his space talent. Even then, it could only work for a while before corroding that space. If he could have that sword, even sacrificing his entire force, he wouldn't even mind imagining the power, wealth, and fame he would get from the sword and killing the enemy in front of him. He was sure he'd surpass his current self, and he wasn't the only one thinking of this. The others were thinking the same.

Taking a deep breath and gathering his courage, he stepped out and shouted, "Demon, let's make a deal give us the Demonic Death Disaster Sword and your secret of getting strong, this includes your cultivation manual and techniques, and we'll let you live."

Another leader who had long brown hair, a black robe, with an insignia of a behemoth below it was the word Heavenly Destroyer, having only one arm, continued, "Demon doesn't be stingy, this is for the good of us 'otherworlders'; if you give us this sword and those technique manuals, we can increase our powers, destroy our enemy forces, and become rulers of this world."

More and more continued talking, trying to persuade the man with eyes of greed. They were interrupted by a wild laugh, echoing the battlefield, a mocking one, and it continued until they were silent. They didn't know how much power the man in front of them had. It died down, and a cold voice spoke magnetically, looking at the ten leaders.

"HAHAHAHA, are these the ten great leaders; the ones who are meant to be helping 'otherworlders' like you and bring peace after I fought hard in the battle years ago? Instead, you covet my hard-earned treasures and my techniques. HAHAHAHA, all I see are dogs instead of leaders, as you went as far as cooperating with the people that killed more than sixty percent of our people, promising you a peace treaty, gold, and reputation. What fools you all are, believing them… The mockery continued while the ten leaders put their heads down in shame.

Until one of the "NPC" force leaders shouted in anger, "DEMON, so what if we agree to give them that? You should be thinking of yourself because when you die, we'll take all your treasures and your territories among ourselves. Do you think your talk will buy you some rest? ATTACK HIM!!"

After hearing what he said, the others woke up from their delusions. If this monster recovers even five percent of his powers while mocking them, they will most likely lose, so all of them charged toward him. When they got closer to him, some of them felt strange, but they shook it off, filled with determination to kill the monster in front of them while imagining their reputation and powers after this fight. But their faces immediately changed when they saw a smile on the monster's face. All their hair stood, and their bodies screamed to run away. The last thing they heard from the mouth of the monster was "Too late"

Before a large BOOOOOOOOM resounded in the Heavenly Demon Court secret realm, as the secret realm collapsed, and nobody survived the disaster.