I suppose you're wondering what a man like me is doing here. Fifty years ago, I was torn from Earth and cast into this demonic realm. It wasn't a gentle arrival. Denizens from every corner of this world descended upon me, eager to test their strength, to claim whatever power they thought I possessed. They came in droves, demons, spirits, beings of nightmare... and I destroyed them. Every single one.
I don't know why I was so powerful. It was as if some primal force surged through me, a tide of annihilation that obeyed my every whim. I could kill to save my life, and I did. Many times. The battles were...visceral. Unforgettable. When the last of my assailants fell, silence reigned. And in that silence, a new title was born. They began to call me the "Ruthless Demonic King." RDK. The name tasted of blood and power. It suited me.
For years, I carved a path through this realm, a solitary figure amidst chaos. I became an anomaly, a force of nature that even demons feared. Then, one day, everything changed. A window, shimmering with arcane energy, appeared before my eyes. It was a System, or so it claimed. And it spoke of wives.
"DING"
The sound echoed in my mind, clear as a bell.
SYSTEM MISSION
A holographic text swam into focus:
HOST: YOU HAVE TO MAKE 'GODDESS OF THE MOON LUNA' YOUR WIFE.
Reward: One Hour For Earth Travel Voucher
I stared at the words. A mission? Wives? Earth? It was absurd, surreal, and yet... something about it resonated. Earth. I hadn't seen that world in half a century. The thought of feeling its soil beneath my feet again... it was a siren's call. And a goddess? I'd faced down armies of demons; wooing a goddess couldn't be that much harder. Could it?
And so, I find myself here, in the realm of the moon.
The air here is different. Luminous, almost. It bathes everything in an ethereal glow. As I venture deeper, I see her.
She is... breathtaking. A woman with fox ears, floating amidst the moonlight. Her silver hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of liquid light. In her hands, she holds a scythe, its blade gleaming with an otherworldly sharpness. But it's her eyes that captivate me. They are cold, distant, yet hold a hint of ancient power. She is the moon made flesh.
She turns, her gaze sharp and assessing. "Who are you?" Her voice is like the chime of distant bells, beautiful but edged with frost. "And what are you doing in my realm?"
I square my shoulders. Time for a little charm. "Just a traveler," I say, keeping my tone casual.
Luna's eyes narrow slightly. "Traveling, huh? And what is it that you're looking for in my realm?"
I decide to be direct. No point in beating around the bush. "A wife, I guess."
Her expression hardens. A scowl touches her perfect features. "Wife, you say? And why would you come here for that?"
I let my gaze roam over her, letting my admiration show. "I heard that a beautiful goddess lives here," I say. "So I came."
A smirk plays on her lips, a flicker of amusement in those cold eyes. "And who told you that? And what makes you think I'm the goddess you're looking for?"
"Because you look beautiful," I say, simply.
Luna chuckles, a sound like the rustling of silver leaves. My bluntness seems to have intrigued her. "Flattery will get you nowhere, mortal. I am a goddess, not some prize to be won." She descends, floating closer. Her gaze locks onto mine, intense and predatory. "Do you think you can just waltz into my realm and demand a wife?"
I meet her gaze, unflinching. "Hmm," I say, tilting my head. "But you are in Immortal King 1 level."
The smirk vanishes. Her eyes widen, surprise momentarily overriding the coldness. "How do you know that?" she demands, her voice sharper now. "Not even the most powerful beings of my realm know my true level."
She closes the distance between us, circling me slowly, like a predator assessing its prey. The air crackles with unspoken power.
I shrug, as if it's nothing. As if I'm not facing a being of immense power. "Hmm, because you are too weak in my eyes."
It's a gamble, a deliberate provocation. I can feel the temperature drop, the very air thickening with her displeasure. But beneath the anger, I see something else: curiosity. Interest. I've piqued her interest.
STATUS WINDOW
My status window appears before my eyes, a silent testament to my own power.
Name: Alex
Level: ???
Title: Ruthless Demonic King
HP: ???/???
MP: ???/???
Strength: ???
Agility: ???
Intelligence: ???
Charm: ???
Luck: ???
Passive Abilities:
Death Magic: Conjures and manipulates the power of death.
Immortality: Cannot be killed by conventional means.
Undetectable Presence: Blends in with the shadows, making it nearly impossible to detect.
Telekinesis: Manipulates objects and forces using telekinesis.
Death Sense: Senses the presence of death and other forms of destruction.
Active Abilities:
Death Ray: Unleashes a powerful beam of death magic that deals massive damage and inflicts negative status effects.
Death Slash: Conjures a sharp blade of death energy that slices through anything it touches.
Death Ward: Creates a protective barrier that absorbs damage and negates certain status effects.
Soul Stealer: Steals the soul of those who are killed by RDK's magic, adding their power to his own.
The question is, will my power be enough? Or will I become just another casualty in this goddess's realm? Only time will tell