Fifty years later, an old yet young black haired man stroke his black beard. His former black eyes having turn blood red long ago, his surging aura of doom permeating the area, fear striking any close enough to witness his strange majesty.

His lips parted, he spoke, yet no sound came out, silence kept.

Once his lips stopped, the man nodded his head at a screen of light, his tall figure standing firmly above a mountain. His gaze sternly watching with entertainement at the horizon, red clouds drifting far above, dwarfed by a dark red sky.

Name : Sullas Age : 92 Level : 66 Title : Aura Grandmaster / Greater Demon HP : 4 998 / 4 998 MP : 4 998 / 4 998 STR : 2 499 AGI : 2 499 DEF : 2 499 INT : 2 499

Passive Skills :

[Deceit] : (lvl MAX)

[Martial Arts] : (lvl MAX)

[Vaxus' Swordsmanship] : (lvl 7)

[Forging the path from below] : (lvl MAX)

Active Skills :

[Appraisal] : (lvl MAX)

[Aura Strike] : (lvl 6)

[Aura Shield] : (lvl 6)

[Mana Claw] : (lvl 5)

[Fist Blast] : (lvl 4)

[Mana Burst] : (lvl 4)

[Oblivion] : (lvl 2)

[Soaring Steps] : (lvl 1)

"Fifty years just for that, but at least I'm making steady progress." Stroking his beard he bent his head left, dodging an arrow.

Looking below, he saw an army of a hundred soldiers and adventurers charge forth, all lead by a red haired old woman.

"Marguerite ! It has been a while ! Such a generous visit !" Eyes shining red, hair fluttering, Sullas grinned as the red haired woman's raging expression shouted at him.

"You demon ! How dare you even call me by my name !! This is where your grave lies ! This is retribution for the countless lives of innocents you forcefully harvested !"

His entertained expression suddenly turning bland, Sullas' bored face shook Marguerite's heart, regrets filling her.

'If only he died back then ! If only I had enough strength to kill him back then !!' Her heart tight, her eyes covered in red, she roared once again.

"Charge !!" Roars of the hundred man strong army echoing, Sullas gifted them an easy way, jumping down by himself, landing hundreds of meters down, his body lighter than a feather.

Not giving his opponents any more presents, he palmed forward, crushing a soldier's helmet along his head into mush, his armored body now limply falling.

*Splatter !*

*BOOOOM !*

"AAAAHHHH !"

"Die !"

"Demon ! Perish under my blade !!"

*Splatter !*

"Argh !"

"Kill this disaster !!"

Fighting for a few minutes, Sullas had already slain 15 enemies, including a few C-Rank adventurers.

"You fools ! I, Sullas, am a peak Aura Grandmaster now !! Only an S-Rank could possibly defeat me ! Don't even bother with numbers !" Enjoying the bloodbath, the demonic Sullas kept striking, crushing, impaling, crippling and killing anyone close enough, his two hands and two feet drenched in blood, organs and brain matter.

His heart hysteric, his brain pleasured, Sullas started to attack faster and faster, his cultivation technique circulating by itself, Mana quickly being absorbed and refined.

Deflecting a fist, Sullas crushed it's fingers with happiness, a sword flew at his legs, dodged easily once he jumped, a flail crashing on his back, which did not hurt.

Like this, barely an hour later, Sullas' voice loudly resonated, it's tone filled with disdain.

"Marguerite ! It seems like it's just the two of us now ! But I wonder, why have you not participated in this ? You lazy hag !" Jumping at her, Marguerite easily dodged his blow, sending a kick of her own to Sullas' right, who simply evaded backward.

"Why bother now ? Even if you are only a step away from the S-Rank, it is simply not enough to deal with me ! I am invincible !!" Screaming in wrath, Sullas' face turned bright red, veins bulging everywhere.

"You are just crazy ! There is no saving you !" Brandishing a reflective sword, Marguerite stabbed forward, aiming at Sullas' sternum.

Harrumphing, the crazy demon slid below, hoping to slice her knees with his bare hands, but...

'?!'

*BOOOM !*

*Rumble !*

Spiderweb cracks all around, Sullas' body had been slammed to the ground by the sword's side, a shallow crater forming.

"Quite the heavy sword you have ! Isn't it the first time you used one ? Or were you just going easy on me back then ? If that's the case, I would be unable to sleep at night if I were you-"

"Shut up !!" Turning her blade slightly, she tried to slice him in half.

*Clang !*

'!!' Disbelief coloring her face, Marguerite watched her blade be unable to even make a dent in Sullas' left forearm, which seemed to be imbued in rampaging Mana, shockwaves ensuing.

The sword stuck on his defensive maneuver, Sullas simply deflected it to his left, rapidly closing in on Marguerite's frozen figure.

"How ?!" Unable to dodge in time, unwilling to throw her sword away, Marguerite simply gambled on this sacrificial opportunity.

"Urgh !!" Coughing up blood, she stood her ground, firmly contracting her muscles, somehow dissipating Sullas' powerful punch with her abdomen, her red armor breaking apart, her grey-ish red hair falling.

Now with an opening, she brandished her long sword, slicing to her left, but had her hopes shattered.

"Petty schemes !" Simply using his [Fist Blast] now to a high proficiency, his already connected right fist blurred, a shockwave shaking Marguerite's insides, her abdominal muscles tearing apart, her spine hidden behind creaking.

"... How ?... How did you turn into this ?" Her limp body falling to the ground, her red armor rustling for a brief moment, the A-Rank adventurer Marguerite Lowplace lost her life, her title as the strongest A-Rank Fiery Saintess mere words to the demon Sullas had become.

"How ? Well that's a good question... Even I do not know... But does it matter ?" His eyes cold, Sullas' figure blurred, leaving the bloody mountainous terrain.

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A few hundred years later, a breath taking blonde woman looked at a screen of light, her purple eyes glowing a pink luster.

"A change is much needed !" Waving her hand, a purple circle filled with symbols shone brightly in the giant white room.

*Shine !*

It's purple light now blinding, the light receded shortly after, a group of young teenagers looking around in utter confusion.

Clearing away their potential questions, the Goddess spoke, her enchanting voice mesmerizing the group.

"Welcome ! Heroes ! I am the Goddess of magic ! I will grant you unimaginable powers ! You have been summoned here to become the true leading force of my world, charged with the heavy but important burden of slaying the Demon Emperor !"

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Meanwhile, Sullas could be seen cross legged meditating, circulating his cultivation technique deep within a small open cave.

Done for the day, he opened his eyes, a screen of light visible.

Name : Sullas Age : 681 Level : 84 Title : Aura Emperor / Demon Emperor HP : 199 998 / 199 998 MP : 199 998 / 199 998 STR : 99 999 AGI : 99 999 DEF : 99 999 INT : 99 999

Passive Skills :

[Deceit] : (lvl MAX)

[Martial Arts] : (lvl MAX)

[Vaxus' Swordsmanship] : (lvl MAX)

[Forging the path from below] : (lvl MAX)

[Lone Fighting] : (lvl MAX)

[Demonic Aura] : (lvl MAX)

[Emperor's Majesty] : (lvl MAX)

[???] : (lvl MAX)

Active Skills :

[Appraisal] : (lvl MAX)

[Aura Strike] : (lvl 8)

[Aura Shield] : (lvl 8)

[Mana Claw] : (lvl MAX)

[Fist Blast] : (lvl MAX)

[Mana Burst] : (lvl MAX)

[Oblivion] : (lvl 4)

[Soaring Steps] : (lvl MAX)

[Blood Absorption] : (lvl MAX)

"Just a step away from the mythical SSS-Rank ! But I ever since I got this weird passive skill I had a bad feeling... I never managed to uncover it's effects..."

Scratching his head as he used to, Sullas felt a warm liquid trickle down his cheek.

"Hmm ?" Wiping a tear, Sullas frowned.

'Was my eye dry ?' Shaking his head in dismissal, Sullas stood up.

"To reach the legendary Aura God title I must fight to the death with a worthy foe ! But are there any Aura King or Aura Emperor left ? Since the start of the Great War three hundred years ago, I seem to have slain all of them."

About to go explore the surroundings for entertainment, Sullas' figure froze.

His eyes cold, his smile wide, Sullas stared with fighting intent at a giant beam of yellow light in the horizon.

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The yellow beam impaling the clouds dissipating, a young man with blonde hair opened his eyes, his arms resting on a giant greatsword planted inside the ground below.

Name : Lucas Age : 25 Level : 87 Title : Aura God / Mana God / Hero HP : 211 000 / 211 000 MP : 260 000 / 260 000 STR : 107 000 AGI : 105 000 DEF : 104 000 INT : 130 000

Passive Skills :

[Swordsmanship] : (lvl MAX)

[Group Fighting] : (lvl MAX)

[Heroic Aura] : (lvl MAX)

[Hero's Majesty] : (lvl MAX)

[God's Majesty] : (lvl MAX)

[Hero] : (lvl MAX)

[Savior] : (lvl MAX)

[Goddess of Magic's Blessing] : (lvl MAX)

Active Skills :

[Appraisal] : (lvl MAX)

[Aura Strike] : (lvl MAX)

[Aura Shield] : (lvl MAX)

[Mana Burst] : (lvl MAX)

[Fly] : (lvl MAX)

[Leap] : (lvl MAX)

[Teleportation] : (lvl MAX)

[Sword Aura] : (lvl MAX)

[Sacrificial Outburst] : (lvl MAX)

"I'm ready !" Shouting, he gathered the attention of many people, men and women alike, all with a powerful status as well.

"Lucas, is it truly time ? Shouldn't we prepare a bit more ? The Goddess said that this Demon Emperor was extremely strong !" A woman holding a katana was worried about the near future, her strength nowhere near that of Lucas.

"Don't worry about it, I took that into consideration as well, even if that horrible demon somehow manage to level up to the Demon God title, he will not be able to defeat me !"

Marching forward, the group followed along, their former classmate now a powerful hero.