Fallen genius Aron Alpenswift

Around two hundred years ago.

"Brother, thank you for saving me from these demons."

A middle-aged man in his early thirties thanked a man in his early twenties with a face full of respect and gratitude.

Around them, there were hundreds of demons whose cultivation ranged from low-level king realm to mid-level king.

Amidst the hundreds of demon corpses, there was a huge demon with the strength of a high-level king realm. Of course, he had been long dead.

Judging from the facial expression, that high-level demon king was obviously unconvinced with his death at the hands of a human cultivator.

"There is no need to thank me for this, big brother. I took the mission to protect you and I have to give my everything to protect you."

The man in his early twenties replied with a bright smile on his face.

"Brother, can I know your name?"