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If you don’t know anything, you might think Blake had a perfect life. Good-looking face that made everyone turn their heads, an athletic physique, photographic memory and a good head that let him ace all of his exams, and also a kind heart to prop it all up.

But you couldn’t be more wrong as in a world where even a three-year-old kid could use mana, Blake was one of the unfortunate ones who couldn’t utilize the magical power that enabled humans to break past their limits and defeat the powerful demons that used nether instead of mana to cast their own demonic spells. 

Looks of disdain, mockeries, and even straight-up bullying were not an uncommon occurrence for him as he had to deal with them every single day. 

One day, the bullies went too far and almost killed him. The pent-up rage and hatred in his heart peaked up as he remembered the faces of his bullies that had beaten him half to death. 

He thought he would finally die when his head was suddenly struck by a severe headache and his eyes went dark. 

But never did he expect when he regained his consciousness he would find a pair of horns on his forehead, sharp claws on the tip of his fingers, and jet black skin covering his body from head to toe.

Follow Blake’s journey as he became the master of the nether and demonic spells, climbing the ranks of the demon realm as he gathered his own demon followers, and finding out the real truth veiled in his home world while creating legends for himself both in the demon world and in the world where he came from.

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Demon King Ascension System

With a quick flap of her wings, Vera slowed down and gently landed on the ground, letting the little demoness jump out of her hands and leaped towards the jet-black humanoid demon standing a couple of meters away from her.


"Brother!" Cyra shouted as she jumped right into Blake's arms.


"I'm sorry for suddenly leaving you here alone, Cyra." Blake rubbed the little demoness' back, letting her rest her head on his chest. The feeling certainly felt familiar to what he just felt a few hours ago, but there was not a single tear fell on his chest as the little demoness giggled and happily snuggled on him.


"You're not lonely, aren't you?" Blake asked the little demoness who seemed to not have a single problem being suddenly left behind.


"Not, really, sister Vera played with me while you're gone!" Cyra then pointed her finger toward the beautiful demoness standing a few steps away from the two of them.


Hugs