We’ve all read about heroes summoned to defeat the Demon King, but what happens when a soul from our world is tasked with taking down those very heroes?

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What is power?

That was the question Kamizawa Takeshi once asked.

“To protect,” his father said.
“To love,” his mother cooed.

But those answers crumbled.

Only one voice echoed beyond death.
Only one truth carved itself into his soul—

“Strength.”

His grandfather’s word, spoken like thunder wrapped in brimstone.

Crowned with twisted horns that pierced the heavens, he sat atop a grotesque throne—
a mountain of corpses: man and woman, child and god, all fused into the flesh of conquest.

Beneath a blood-red sky, with the world burning at his feet,
the Demon King smiled.

This was power.

And Takeshi, reborn in a world of heroes, swords, and magic—
would inherit it all.

Hey everyone, author here. I'll keep this short.


You've probably noticed I've been inactive for a while. Life's been hectic, and I haven't been able to upload regularly. Because of that, the initial momentum this story had has faded, and the exposure dropped off faster than I expected.


I had a feeling this might happen, so I recently started a new novel—still the same story, just refreshed. I've been uploading it in parallel to see which version gains more engagement. So far, only my number one supporter, @Tomppaaa, has seemed to be the only one interacting with it. (Shoutout to you—you're the real MVP.)


With that in mind, I've decided to stop updating this version and focus all future chapters on the new one.


If you're still interested in this story and want to support my growth as a writer, I invite you to follow the new version:


📖 The Demon King's Grandson: Chronicles of Malrik Thorneveil Tenebris


P.S. Chapter 8 is already up over there, so you can jump right in.


Chapter 8 - Author's Note: A Quick Update