Over 3,000 years ago, Ard was known by another name—Varvatos, the Demon Lord of the Abyssal Throne. The strongest to have ever lived. The apex of magical supremacy. The sovereign who ruled over the demon realm with wisdom that dwarfed even the greatest sages, and power that eclipsed the oldest monsters.
But the price of his crown wasn't war or bloodshed—it was loneliness.
Before becoming Demon Lord, Varvatos had comrades. Trusted peers. Fellow seekers of knowledge and ambition. They were powerful in their own right—demon generals, archmages, immortal strategists.
But once he was crowned, something shifted.
Their gazes changed. Their tone became reverent. The laughter faded, replaced by ritual and formality. The warmth of companionship had withered into cold respect.
He had become untouchable.
Even those who once challenged him gave up.
What use is a throne, if no one dares to stand beside it?
For centuries, Varvatos endured the silence of sovereignty. He continued to refine magic, to expand his dominion—but the thrill was gone. Power was no longer a path; it had become a cage.
On the night of his 3,001st coronation, Varvatos stood alone at the highest point of the Demon Crown Citadel, gazing into a sky filled with frozen stars.
He muttered, "Even infinity grows stale when you walk it alone."
And so, he made a choice.
Not out of despair.
But out of curiosity.
Out of hope that somewhere, sometime, he might start anew—not as a king, but as a person.
Within the sealed vaults of his arcane archives, he carved the last spell he would ever cast in that life:
Ego Reforge: Samsara Codex.
A magic that would dismantle his body, carry his soul through the great cycle of reincarnation, and allow fate to decide where he would be born again.
But fate is a strange thing.
It doesn't answer to logic or law.
It whispers in chaos.
Location: Deep within the Jura Forest, 200 years before the reincarnation of Rimuru Tempest.
An ancient wind blew through the canopy.
Birds scattered.
Magicules in the atmosphere trembled, spiraling into a radiant cyclone that condensed into a single point. An astral cocoon pulsed with otherworldly energy before bursting outward in silence, scattering golden light into the trees.
A figure stepped out.
Eyes glowing with ancient wisdom. Long silver hair touched his shoulders. Pale skin marked with faint, celestial runes. Two elegant horns curved back from his temples like a crown.
His expression was calm. Measured.
And above all—
He remembered everything.
He inhaled.
And paused.
"…Hm?"
He closed his eyes, extending his awareness outward.
What is this…?
He felt the atmosphere itself vibrating with energy—not mana, not spiritual force. But something raw. Wild. Heavier than anything his previous world had.
It wasn't just ambient power.
It had form. Density. Will.
"...This world uses a different type of energy," he murmured. "Not mana."
He pressed a hand to his chest and felt the shift within himself.
"My core… it's adapting on its own. This body—this form—it was created for this world's laws."
Race Evolution Complete: Astralborn Sovereign (Unique Species)
Soul Signature: Demon Lord-Class Essence Detected.
Skills Adjusting to Local System… Reconstruction In Progress.
His lips curled into a subtle smile.
"Well then… Let's see what form my old power has taken."
Ultimate Skill: [Varnakiel — The Authority of Dominion]
Grants control over spatial manipulation, ancient arcana, and multi-element fusion. Capable of overwriting mid-level skills, dismantling enemy spells, and shaping reality through thought-encoded sigils.
Unique Skill: [Astral Archive]
A perfected form of memory and analysis. Stores spells from past lives, adapts them into this world's system, and enhances them with magicule support. Capable of creating "Lost Magic" equivalents.
Unique Skill: [Sigilcraft]
Advanced magic structure technique. Allows casting by inscribing runes into the environment or air. Can create traps, area seals, delayed spells, or spell-stacking arrays.
Extra Skills:
[Dimensional Step] (from Dimension Walk)
[Reflect Barrier] (from Reflect Wall)
[Hydra Lightning] (from Hydra Blast)
[Ultima Flare] (from Giga Flare)
[Sky Sovereign] (from Skywalker)
[Mega Flare Zone] (from Mega Flare)
[Healing Crest] (from Heal)
[Flash Judgment] (from Flash of Babel)
[Groundburst] (from Ground Bomb)
[Magic Sense]
[Flight]
[Elemental Fusion]
He extended a finger, drawing a glowing rune in the air. It hovered, pulsed, and then detonated a small pocket of condensed wind in the air.
"…The reaction speed is faster. Magicules respond more instinctively. Less resistance."
He turned his eyes to the horizon.
"This world is young. Wild. Full of potential… and chaos."
A familiar excitement stirred in his chest.
Not because he wanted power.
But because—for the first time in millennia—he didn't have it all yet. There were unknowns. Mysteries. Challenges.
The wind had stilled.
The forest had calmed.
And Varvatos, Demon Lord of a forgotten realm, now reborn in a world of magicules, stood alone beneath the canopy of the Jura Forest. But unlike before—he was not a king here. Not yet.
He wasn't even a name.
And for the first time in thousands of years… that suited him.
"I must not rush," Varvatos murmured to himself, kneeling beside a spring of clear water. "This world's laws are similar… but not the same."
He placed his hand above the surface, letting the ripples of magicules flow through his palm like smoke through fingers. There was something primitive about it. Unrefined yet dense. It was like holding pure chaos in harmony.
Back in his world, magic obeyed principles of balance, sacrifice, and encoded structure.
Here, magicules were everything—power, soul, form, even identity. They shaped races, created monsters, governed evolution. That chaotic flexibility gave birth to skills unlike anything he'd ever seen.
Initiating Analysis: Skill Framework Structure…
Linking with [Astral Archive]…
Compiling System Lexicon…
His eyes glowed softly as streams of golden runes flowed across his vision.
After days of silent meditation, study, and observation of wild monsters from a distance, Varvatos finally pieced it together.
Extra Skills – The foundation. Simple enhancements or spells. Common, but essential.
Unique Skills – Defined by individuality. Born from one's desires, nature, and soul. These were more than spells—they were manifestations of will.
Ultimate Skills – Divine. Overarching. Born from powerful souls and high-level evolution. They reshaped reality, warped laws, and allowed those who possessed them to become gods in all but name.
He clenched his fist, recalling the feeling of his own power.
Confirmed: Ultimate Skill — [Varnakiel: The Authority of Dominion]
Categorized as "Conceptual Magic Control". Tier: Ultimate. Core: Dominion over All Phenomena.
"…So even here, my legacy persists," he whispered. "Though the terms have changed, the essence remains."
But power attracted attention.
And Varvatos was no fool.
He sensed other presences—monsters, beasts, even primitive tribes. Some strong enough to detect powerful auras. If word spread of a being with an Ultimate Skill manifesting in the wild, it would stir forces he was not ready to confront.
He needed time. To adapt. To understand the politics, the kingdoms, the powerhouses of this world.
So, he extended his hand and whispered:
"Veil."
A ripple of distortion surrounded his body as magicules bent to his will. His aura—once overwhelming, enough to flatten armies—vanished. Like a shadow hidden behind sunlight.
He sealed away his magic signature, wrapped it in layers of compressed space, and buried it under dozens of silent fields.
Skill Gained: [Presence Concealment]
Effect: Suppresses all magical and spiritual emissions. User appears as an average monster or human unless observed with Ultimate-level detection.
He examined his reflection in the water again.
"I'll walk this world in shadow for now. Learn its story."
A faint smile crept across his lips. Not cold. Not cruel.
Excited.
"And when the time is right… I'll write my own chapter into its history."