Blackcovra

Alan Yokob was a name feared in the underworld—a ruthless hitman, a ghost in the night. But even ghosts can be hunted, and he is also hunted by his enemies. However, his story did not end here.  Because death was not the end.  

When he opened his eyes, he was no longer on Earth. Instead, he found himself in another world known as Kirath, a world once saved from destruction, now rotting under the weight of human greed. A thousand years had passed since the fall of the Demon King, and without darkness to balance the light, mankind had spiraled into chaos—warring, polluting, and forgetting the gods who once protected them.  

Alan was not reborn as a hero. He was brought here as a harbinger of vengeance. Not to save Kirath, but to punish it. His mission is clear: raise the demons, restore the balance, and remind humanity of the fear they have long abandoned.  

They thought they had escaped the darkness.  

They were wrong.

Hellborn: The Rise of the Demon Sovereign

The forest opened into a clearing dominated by crumbling stone pillars. A statue of a horned warrior lay toppled, its face eroded.

[Quest: Investigate the Ruins.]

The holographic text shimmered at the edge of his vision. Alan knelt to examine a half-buried sword. The corroded blade showed traces of glyphwork beneath centuries of patina. Human craftsmanship, but the runes...

Before he could decide, voices echoed.

"Check the perimeter!" barked a voice like grinding flint. "Whatever came through the rift can't be far!"

Four armored figures emerged—humans clad in silver plate emblazoned with a sunburst emblem. Knights, Alan guessed. Their leader, a woman with a scarred face, raised a crossbow.

[Targets: Sunwarden Knights (Level 3-4). Threat Level: High.]

Alan weighed his options. Seven bullets. One dog.

"Just passing through," he said, hand inching toward his pistol.

The knight's eyes narrowed. "Your aura reeks of the Abyss. You're one of them"

The crossbow fired. Alan ducked behind a pillar, the bolt shattering stone where his head had been. His Demonic Dog lunged, tearing into a knight's thigh.

[Demonic Dog engaged. Loyalty: 85% (Battle boosts morale).]

Alan returned fire. Two bullets, two kills—headshots. The knights collapsed, their armor no match for bullets.

[Targets eliminated. EXP earned: 120. Level Up: 2 → 3. Stat points allocated: Vitality +2, Perception +1.]

The last knight, the scarred woman, staggered backward. "M-monster…"

Alan aimed. "Yeah. I've heard that before."

[Disheartenment achieved. Bonus EXP: 20.]

As the knights' corpses cooled, Alan's screen updated:

[EXP: 175. Summoning options unlocked: Demon Swordsman (100 EXP), Imp Soldier (200 EXP).]

The Demonic Dog nuzzled his hand, its loyalty now 95%. Alan stared at the blood on his shoes. This is what you wanted, right? To survive?

Suddenly a fifth knight emerged from the tree line, younger than the others and weaponless. His breastplate bore fresh dents, his tabard singed. The boy— sixteen at most—froze at the carnage.

The dog tensed. Alan's pistol rose of its own accord.

"Don't." It came out strangled. "Just... walk away, kid."

The knight drew a dagger from his boot. "You think I'll flee? I am Rodrig of House—!"

"I don't care!" Alan's finger hovered on the trigger. "Your friends attacked first. I'm just... defending myself."

"Defending?" The boy spat blood. "That thing—" he gestured at the dog, "—isn't natural!"

[To ascend as Demon Emperor, you must raze kingdoms and drown the world in fear. Will you embrace this path?]

The system's voice slithered through his mind

"Come on!" He whistled for the dog. "We're leaving!"

[EXP: 175. New title unlocked: Knight-Slayer (Perception +1 vs holy enemies).]

The Ruins of Mournhold