A demon’s dream

"Royal Treasure"

"You ethereal demon, Sheng, quietly hand over the royal treasure that you have robbed, bastard."

"Stop resisting, old man; today, we will take revenge for all the people you have killed for this treasure, and will make your death a symbol of justice and righteousness for Murim."

"See yourself, ethereal demon; you are not capable of escaping old age. See how pitiful you look; you are on your knees. If you were young, even me or these all major factions of justice would not dare to oppose you or your actions."

You bastard, I never liked your touch. You are a little handsome, but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with me. Today, I will give you back all the humiliation I have suffered, and revenge my husband.

Sheng Cheon was in dark black robes that had been covered in blood; his long white hair was untidy, and his face was full of scars. Only one eye was unharmed, not completely. He looked around; the corpses of warriors he killed, and those left alive, surrounded him all around. He was barely standing in a pool of blood.

Sheng Cheon knew that he would die here, but in his mind, he thought about his first life.

He was originally an eighteen-year-old brat from Earth who reincarnated in this world; he was an orphan in his past life, also in this life. He endured all the suffering for the past six thousand and eight years alone.

All the suffering and memories of his life were waving in his mind. He never thought that he would become this powerful; that the heavens themselves would not be able to completely defeat him. But his expression was calm and cold at the same time; his gaze was quiet, but his eyes were full of pride.

The major factions of justice that had surrounded him were not some normal factions of Murim; they were all high factions of high realms that conquered the heavens. All the elders and heroes of these factions surrounded him; some were in the form of corpses, some were alive.

He laughed at his condition, at the same time in his heart he had no regrets. He had already foreseen his future when he decided in the beginning.

"You old man, I think your evil brain is not working anymore." He is still laughing. "Be careful, everyone; no one knows what this bastard is planning."

He thought in his mind, "I wish I could use this Royal treasure in my last moments; wish it will help me with something." The group of warlords surged forward at the same time. Time stopped for Sheng Cheon, and a golden ray emerged from the treasure he was holding in his hand; the ray engulfed Sheng Cheon.

After the golden ray, all he could see was a vast black surface; and in the blink of an eye, that surface shattered.

"Aha, my head hurts." Sheng Cheon felt an abnormal pain in his head, like someone pierced his head with thousands of knives; no, it was more like a knife penetrated his brain. He was not able to open his eyes, but he felt his body and limbs in fine condition.

"Thinking about my condition, someone has probably saved my life." He felt humiliated about the idea of being saved by someone, but right now, his mind was still fazed, and he couldn't live forever in his reverie.

In his partially unconscious state, Sheng Cheon attempted to turn around; however, he was completely unable to move. From the idea of not knowing where he was, and why, he accumulated strength until he was finally able to move.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch; this pain, my head hurts, but I can finally move now; it's worth it." He opened his eyes; his vision was blurry, without many details. All he could see was a study desk made of wood in front of him, and a mirror attached to it. Right in the middle, there was an opened diary with some noticeable words written on it.

"I am giving my life to the lord." He couldn't understand all the things, but from his past experiences, he was not shocked.

He saw an empty bottle on the ground with word markings of toxic; also, his appearance in the mirror showed himself—the present him—in the fragile body of a twelve-year-old kid with golden hair and a cute face. Although his mind was no more fazed, and his vision no more blurry:

"Oh heavens, I am in the body of a kid." Now, he was a little shocked to see himself, but his habit of Murim didn't let him; he moved around to see where he was. What he saw could be shocking to a normal person, but for him, being a fantasy novel and manhwa addict in his first life, it was not a big issue. He saw a large bed with side lamps and a bookcase full of books. Also, there were some family pictures on the wall, showing seven people: a woman, a man, one kid, and the boy whose body Feng Cheon reincarnated into, along with a male and female elf and their kid.

He was completely angry, not because there were elves in the family photo, but because of the mana.

He yelled with an angry tone, "It seems I am reincarnated in the medieval era. F**k, why in this lower realm? I would prefer to be born in a third-rate clan of Murim, but why in this little weak mana world? The heavenly demon Sheng Cheon reincarnates into a weak mana world; it's pitiful.

" He sighed.

...

At the same time, in a large hall, there was a throne of the king and four small thrones on each side. The king sat on his throne, his presence mysterious and vast. Also present were generals and big figures of the kingdom.

A woman in her 40s, wearing a maid's dress, entered the hall on her knees. "Long live the king," she said. "Tell me what you want to say, Head Maid."

"My Majesty, as you already know, the second prince will go to the academy after 3 months to become a knight, but he lacks the basics. Could you please arrange a tutor for him who can train him in the basics of swordsmanship in these 3 months?"

The generals and knights looked at the Head Maid with hostile eyes and disappointment. However, the king was unmoved by her words; he was more disappointed in his second son. It was a shame that a royal didn't know the basics of swordsmanship, but he wanted to give him a last chance.

"If you are resisting, Head Maid, then I will tell General Viscal to arrange an ordinary knight from his party. However, there's a condition: if he shows no progress within these three months, I won't let him attend the Oxid Academy, and he will serve as an ordinary knight his whole life in Barran land."

The Head Maid sighed, concerned for the second prince. She knew being born into royalty was not easy for the fragile and kind boy. On the other hand, it was her duty to not let the royal blood go in vain.

"As you wish, my Majesty."

...

He was furious for a while, even though he decided to remain calm because he had no idea what kind of person the kid was, what his name was, or why he took his own life.

He saw an empty bottle of toxic substances and sensed numerous impurities in the body, which was a clue that he committed suicide. However, the words in the diary were telling a different story. So, he decided to read the diary first.

On the first page of the diary, there was a sign of some sort of ritual he didn't recognize. Turning to the next page, the title read "Dear Family." His first thought was, "How can I recognize the language of this kingdom?" He was shocked because, in his past reincarnation, he couldn't understand a single word.

A woman's voice echoed in his ears. "Knock at the door, Alex. I am coming." He was flustered; all he could read was a single page. He didn't know what to do or who the person at the door was.