✍🏾 Chapter 1: The Missing Princess
A lone figure sprinted through the palace halls, his breath ragged, his whispers tangled with panic.
"Impossible… this can't be…"
His footsteps echoed violently against marble floors as he rushed forward—past towering pillars of gold, past walls embedded with glowing rubies—until he reached a pair of massive golden doors.
He dropped to his knees.
Silence.
Then—
A voice.
Calm. Heavy. Absolute.
"You may enter."
The doors creaked open.
Light—blinding, divine—flooded the chamber.
The figure shielded his eyes as he stepped inside. When his vision cleared, he froze.
Treasures beyond imagination filled the room—mountains of gold, diamonds reflecting endless light, rubies burning like captured flames.
And at the center…
Two thrones.
Two beings.
Power radiated from them like a storm waiting to break.
The figure lowered his head immediately, trembling as he approached.
"My… my lord… I bring urgent news."
One of the beings leaned forward slightly.
A presence.
Oppressive.
Commanding.
"Speak."
The single word shook the room.
The figure swallowed hard.
"It is the Princess… she has been reported missing."
—
For a split second…
Silence.
Then—
BOOM.
An aura exploded outward.
The air shattered.
The figure was launched like a ragdoll—sent flying over a hundred meters before crashing violently into the golden doors.
The palace trembled.
The throne room darkened.
One of the rulers rose slowly.
Kalamar.
His eyes burned with fury.
He stretched out his hand—
And instantly—
The figure was ripped from the ground, dragged through the air at blinding speed, and slammed into his grasp.
Kalamar's voice thundered like judgment itself.
"WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?!"
The figure choked, barely able to breathe.
"M-My Lord… reports say… she was last seen… entering…"
He hesitated.
Fear consumed him.
"…the Demon Realm."
—
The words hung in the air like a curse.
For the first time—
The second ruler moved.
Eve.
Her breath caught.
A rare… visible reaction.
A whisper escaped her lips.
"…No."
"…the Demon Realm."
The words lingered like a curse in the air.
Kalamar's grip tightened.
The lowly figure felt his bones creak under the pressure, his vision blurring as divine energy suffocated the space around him.
"The Demon Realm…" Kalamar repeated, his voice no longer a shout—but something far worse. Controlled. Dangerous.
Eve rose slowly from her throne.
Unlike Kalamar's explosive fury, her presence was cold… calculating.
"Release him," she said softly.
For a moment, it seemed as though Kalamar would ignore her.
Then—
He let go.
The figure dropped to the ground, gasping for air, scrambling backward in fear.
Eve stepped forward, her gaze distant, as if she were already piecing together a truth far beyond what was spoken.
"This is no accident," she said.
Kalamar's eyes narrowed. "You believe she was taken?"
Eve shook her head slowly.
"No… if the Demon Kings had taken her, we would know."
The room fell silent.
Because they both understood the implication.
"If she entered on her own…" Kalamar muttered.
"…then something inside the Demon Realm called to her," Eve finished.
A heavy pressure filled the chamber.
Even the air seemed to hesitate.
Kalamar turned, his jaw clenched.
"Then we go."
The moment the words left his mouth, the palace trembled.
Power gathered around him, reality itself bending under the weight of his will.
But—
Eve's voice cut through it.
"You cannot."
Kalamar froze.
His aura flared violently.
"And why not?" he growled.
Eve met his gaze without fear.
"Because you are a god."
Silence.
Then she continued.
"The Demon Realm was created as a boundary. A prison. A battlefield beyond divine interference. No god may enter it… and no Demon King may leave it."
Kalamar's fists clenched.
"The laws of existence…" he muttered.
Eve nodded.
"If you force your way in, the balance will collapse. The realms will tear themselves apart."
Kalamar turned away, his fury shaking the very foundation of the palace.
"So I am to do nothing?" he snapped.
Eve's eyes softened—just slightly.
"No."
She raised her hand.
"There is… another way."
Kalamar looked back at her.
"Speak."
Eve's gaze shifted, as if looking beyond the walls of the palace… beyond their realm… beyond reality itself.
"We cannot enter the Demon Realm…"
Her voice lowered.
"…but a mortal can."
Kalamar's eyes narrowed.
"A mortal?"
"Yes."
Eve stepped closer, her tone now sharp with intent.
"Not just any mortal. A soul from Earth."
Kalamar frowned. "Why Earth?"
Eve answered without hesitation.
"Because Earth is disconnected. Its souls are untouched by divine law… and unnoticed by demonic eyes."
Kalamar's expression changed.
Understanding.
"…a hidden piece on the board."
Eve nodded.
"But not just any soul," she added. "It must be one that has not yet died."
Kalamar's brow furrowed.
"A living soul?"
"Yes."
Eve's eyes gleamed.
"We make a contract. A binding vow. We bring him here… offer him power… and send him into the Demon Realm in our place."
Kalamar was silent for a moment.
Then—
A slow, dangerous smile formed.
"And in return?"
Eve's voice became absolute.
"We give him anything he desires."
🌍 Earth – Midnight
A young man stood alone under a flickering streetlight.
Rain poured from the sky, soaking the streets, washing away the noise of the city.
He exhaled slowly, his breath visible in the cold air.
"…there's gotta be more than this," he muttered.
Then—
The world froze.
The rain stopped midair.
The wind vanished.
Silence.
Complete silence.
The young man's eyes widened.
"…what the—"
A tear in reality opened before him.
Light poured out.
Before he could react—
He was gone.
👑 The Divine Palace
The young man crashed onto cold, golden floors.
He groaned, slowly pushing himself up.
"Where… am I?"
He looked up—
And froze.
Two beings sat before him.
Not human.
Not anything he could comprehend.
Power radiated from them like gravity itself had taken form.
His instincts screamed at him.
Kneel.
Now.
And he did.
"What… is this…?" he whispered.
Kalamar leaned forward.
"You have been chosen."
The young man blinked.
"…chosen for what?"
Eve stepped forward.
"To enter the Demon Realm."
The young man's heart skipped.
"…I must be dead."
"You are not," Eve replied calmly.
Kalamar's voice followed.
"But you may be… depending on your answer."
The young man swallowed hard.
"…what do you want from me?"
Eve spoke clearly.
"Our daughter has gone missing within the Demon Realm."
Kalamar's eyes burned.
"You will find her… and bring her back."
Silence.
The young man looked between them.
"…and if I say no?"
The pressure in the room increased.
Not aggressively.
But enough.
Enough to remind him how small he was.
Eve answered.
"Then you return to your life… and forget this ever happened."
The young man hesitated.
"…and if I say yes?"
Kalamar stood.
Power surged.
"Then you will be given power beyond imagination."
Eve finished the sentence.
"Anything you desire."
The young man's eyes sharpened.
"…anything?"
Kalamar smirked.
"Anything."
Silence filled the room.
The young man slowly stood.
Rain.
Struggle.
A meaningless life.
Then—
A chance.
"…fine," he said.
"I'll do it."
⚙️ The Contract
Eve raised her hand.
Light formed between them.
"A contract is formed."
The air pulsed.
"Your life… for her return."
The young man took a deep breath.
"…then I want something first."
Kalamar raised a brow.
"Speak."
The young man looked directly at them.
"I need a class."
Silence.
Then—
Eve smiled faintly.
"Of course."
He continued.
"Not just any class."
His eyes burned with determination.
"I want a class strong enough to survive the Demon Realm."
Kalamar laughed.
A deep, powerful laugh.
"Bold."
Eve nodded.
"Granted."
But then she added—
"There is one condition."
The young man frowned.
"…what is it?"
Eve's voice turned serious.
"You must enter the Demon Realm unnoticed."
Kalamar finished:
"Which means…"
Together—
"You will start at Level One."
The young man's eyes widened.
"…Level One?!"
Kalamar smirked.
"If you were sent at full power… every Demon King would sense you instantly."
Eve added:
"You must grow. Adapt. Survive."
Silence.
Then—
The young man exhaled.
"…fine."
A grin slowly formed on his face.
"Then just make sure the class is worth it."
🏛️ The Hall of Champions
Light consumed him once more.
When it faded—
He stood in a massive hall.
Endless pillars stretched into the sky.
Statues of warriors, mages, assassins, kings…
All frozen in time.
A voice echoed behind him.
"Welcome."
He turned.
A figure cloaked in white stood calmly.
"The Hall of Champions."
The guide's eyes scanned him.
"You stand here to choose your class."
The young man looked around, awe filling his expression.
"…all of these are classes?"
The guide nodded.
"Yes."
Then paused.
"…however."
The air shifted.
"There is one class."
Silence.
The guide's voice lowered.
"One I have only seen once."
The young man's heart began to race.
"…what is it?"
The guide looked directly into his eyes.
"A class not meant for mortals."
A pause.
Then—
"The most powerful class I have ever witnessed."
The hall trembled slightly.
As if the class itself…
Was aware.