prologue:: Awaking Of the Demon King

I opened my eyes, and turned my face to look at my pillow that was on the other side of my bed. I asked myself, "When did I get home?" I started to think. My memories were blurry; I couldn't remember anything.

Then, I suddenly heard a woman's voice. It was angelic and wonderfully beautiful, seductive, as if I'd heard her voice before, but it was different from the one I felt familiar with.

"Bro, I put my hand on my head," I said, feeling it start to hurt badly. I didn't know why, but I was trying to get up, but all of a sudden, my hand just broke the bed.

I heard the noise of the wood breaking, and I looked in the direction of my hand and said, "I've broken the bed." I quickly got up to put my hand away and looked confused at the bed that had already broken.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked aloud, stunned. I didn't remember being strong. Did something happen to me? I didn't remember being as strong as this.

What happened? I'm sure... I questioned myself and searched my memories to see if there was anything I could get, but nothing. My memories still looked and felt blurry.

Then, I tried to recollect everything, and I remembered from the beginning. I went with my mom to the yard store because she asked me to follow her.

But I tried to remember everything that went on after that, but nothing happened.

So, I just quickly got up and ignored the sound of wood cracking from the floor because the bed had broken, and I went to the bathroom.

The minute I pulled my hand on the yard door, tried to remove it, the door immediately ripped off the wall. I was shocked at first, but I admired it.

Then, I just ran to the bathroom to wash my face. After I was done washing my face, then I looked at the mirror after I stood up to look at my face with a towel.

Then, I was surprised at the man who was in the mirror. I couldn't remember myself. I was like, "Is this another body, or did I transmigrate into another body?"

I looked a little bit taller, and I had well-defined muscles in the right places, eight packs that stood in the right places.

What stood out the most was my face and my slightly pale skin, though not to say it was savory, but I could see it through the mirror.

Because the face here was different from me, I had sleek hair, black crystal hair, gold slightly good eyes, thin lips, defined cheekbones, chiseled jawline.

Everything was different from me. I kept asking, "Am I another body, or did I transmigrate into another body?"

I heard the voice calling, "Joseph, what's going on? Why all the noise?" Then, I felt my heart beating. I was scared. Then, I remembered, "Oh shit, it's my mom."

Then, I tried to tell her, "Mom, I'm dressing. I'm dressing right now. I'm on my underwear. I will come out right now."

She said, "Okay," and she left and went to the room. But before she left, she said, "Make sure you clean your fluid. That's the job for your girlfriend or wife."

My face flushed immediately. My face was hot, and I was embarrassed.

The embarrassment from my mom's comment still lingered, but it was quickly replaced by a painful feeling on my ear and neck.

The sensation was intense, but at the same time, it felt as if I was becoming a part of something else. I couldn't explain it.

I looked at the mirror, and what I saw shocked me. The reflection staring back at me was that of a beautiful man.

His skin had a golden chrism scale, similar to a dragon's scale, but smaller and more subtle. It was noticeable only if you looked closely, near the shoulder line.

I was amazed, and all I could think was, "Wow, is this me?" But along with the shock came a sense of power. It felt as if the strength in my body had increased.

I couldn't understand what was happening to me, but I knew that something was changing.