Awakening of the Demon King: The Rebirth

The centennial birthday celebration for Professor YHM was meant to be a joyous occasion. His students, full of life and admiration for the founder of Kaishi University, were accompanying their esteemed mentor home. Yet, fate had other plans, and the celebration was destined never to happen.

A sharp crack of a sniper’s rifle shattered the peaceful evening. A young student, overly excited and rushing ahead, unknowingly stepped into the crosshairs. Without a second thought, Professor YHM threw himself forward, a final act of selfless protection.

The bullet found its mark, piercing his chest.

“PROFESSOR!” a collective scream of terror erupted from the students. They watched in horror as their beloved teacher collapsed, his body crumpling to the cold pavement. For them, it was a tragedy. But for Professor YHM, the true horror was only just beginning.

In his final, fading moments, as his vision blurred and the warmth drained from his limbs, he felt it. An otherworldly presence. He stared wide-eyed into what appeared to be empty space, but to him—it wasn’t empty. It was a swirling void, a crushing darkness that began to tug at the very essence of his soul.

“WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” YHM screamed, his voice a frail tremor against the rising terror.

The young student he had saved stumbled backward, her hand clasped over her mouth, her voice trembling. “Professor, what are you seeing?!” she cried, utterly oblivious to the cosmic horror consuming her mentor. The other students looked on, their faces twisted in confusion and fear. They could see nothing, yet they all felt a sudden, profound chill in the air—a cold that seemed to sink into their very bones.

A heavy, inhuman voice echoed back, not through their ears, but directly into the core of their consciousness: “Calm down, Dr. YHM. You are a good man... whose life I must now take.” The students shuddered as the invisible voice sent waves of dread through them. They were powerless, mere spectators to a battle fought on a plane they could not comprehend.

“AAAAHHH!!! STOP!!!” YHM’s cries of agony were not just of the physical body, but of his very soul being flayed. It was an unspeakable pain, a spiritual vivisection. The students could only watch as his body convulsed, a silent testament to the suffering he was enduring. “Hold on, Professor!” a young man shouted, a futile attempt to offer solace.

With a final, ragged breath, YHM’s lips moved. “It’s... the end for me,” he gasped, the words barely a whisper. “Continue your studies. Earn your doctorates. Stay strong... even without me.”

And then—he was gone. His soul was torn from Earth and dragged away into the cosmic void, leaving behind a lifeless body and a group of traumatized students. They sank to their knees, weeping, their cries echoing in the silence. The world felt empty, as if the light of knowledge had just been snuffed out.

"You were a great man. A brilliant mind," murmured the mysterious entity, its voice now laced with an unsettling admiration. “A man capable of making countless decisions in mere seconds. A man who, in another life, orchestrated the demise of twenty-two billion souls. I wonder... what you will become next.”

YHM’s consciousness was now a prisoner, a desperate echo in the cosmic void. He floated helplessly, watching the last glimpses of his universe shrink into oblivion. He recited the names of the celestial bodies as if clinging to his memories: “Earth… Moon… Mars… Asteroid Belt… Jupiter… Saturn… Uranus… Neptune… Kuiper Belt…” It was the universe he had charted, the universe his Kaishi University had studied, now nothing more than a fading memory.

He was dragged past galaxies, stars, and nebulae. He felt a numb despair as the sheer scale of the cosmos overwhelmed his remaining sanity. "It’s been... a long time," he whispered to himself.

Unexpectedly, the mysterious entity dragged him toward R.U.B.H. YHM—the Rotating Ultramassive Black Hole he had discovered with his students. The very singularity that bore his initials. As he neared its event horizon, he suddenly broke free from the entity’s grasp and plunged into the black hole. The pain returned, sharper and more absolute. His soul was undergoing spaghettification—stretched into an infinitely thin strand of agony. He was being torn apart, atom by atom.

But somehow, he passed through the Outer Horizon and survived. He fell through an Einstein-Rosen Bridge—a wormhole.

As he emerged from the wormhole, a towering figure cloaked in black mist awaited him. Its voice was deep and ancient, resonating with a primordial power that made the very fabric of space tremble.

"It was I who forced the reaper to release you. I made you enter one portal, and exit through another," he rumbled.

YHM’s new, ethereal form felt weak, but he remained defiant. "Why? What do you want from me?" he asked.

The figure’s presence seemed to expand, filling the void. "You have a mind unlike any other. You survived the void. Your capacity for strategic decision-making and your ruthlessness, proven in another existence, make you a rare specimen. You shall become my successor... the next Demon King," he declared, his words a haunting echo of the foreshadowing from the mysterious entity.

"You expect me to betray my God? NEVER!" YHM spat, his voice filled with fury.

"Then ponder this: I grant you six attributes of power—Darkness, Light, Strong Nuclear, Weak Nuclear, Electromagnetism, and Gravity. Think carefully... before you reach Aelonisovacelyethastexupyreatra," he said, the name of the world stretching into an impossibility. "Aelonisova... a planet created by the Demon Ancestor Ova 666,7933 gigaannum ago. A world that demands a certain kind of king."

And with that, the figure hurled YHM toward the mysterious world.

Far, far away, in a quiet medieval village on the world of Aelonisova, a baby's cry pierced the air. The parents, a kind-faced woman and a weary man, held their newborn child close. But a look of confusion spread across their faces as the baby’s tiny body suddenly began to tremble. His eyes, still bleary from birth, opened wide, staring into something they couldn’t see.

“Why is our child acting so strangely?” the mother asked, her voice filled with worry.

The father’s eyes widened as he saw the child's small body tense, as if in a struggle. He watched in horror as the infant's soul, a faint wisp of light, began to drift out of its body. But then, a new, fiery presence surged within the baby. The infant’s fragile body strained, and with a guttural scream, a powerful force erupted from within. The original soul was pulled back, then absorbed into the body, consumed by the new entity that now inhabited it.

"I don't know, darling..." the father replied, his heart pounding with a premonition of something great, and terrible.

Concerned, the parents brought the child to a spiritual-psychological specialist.

The specialist held the infant in his arms, his hands shaking. His eyes bulged in disbelief. “WHAT?! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!” he shouted, a tremor in his voice. The room grew silent as he looked from the child to the parents.

"What's wrong?!" the parents cried out, their fear mounting.

“This child… He holds nearly 10,000 quts—combat energy. That’s equivalent to a full soldier battalion! And… he has SIX MAGICAL ATTRIBUTES!” The doctor’s voice rose to a fever pitch. He had never witnessed such a phenomenon, and the raw power radiating from the infant terrified him.

The parents stood in stunned silence, their fear replaced by shock and awe. This was no ordinary child. A low hum filled the room, and from the infant's body, the six forces—Darkness, Light, Strong Nuclear, Weak Nuclear, Electromagnetism, and Gravity—surged outward, illuminating the room like a supernova. The parents could only watch, speechless, as their child's power was unleashed for the first time.

To be continued...