The Demon Academy buzzed with chaos.
Whispers crawled through corridors.Teachers panicked.Weak students hid behind pillars and statues.
Because in just three days, the new transfer demon noble—
Lord Vylkan(Aren in disguise)
—had sent seventy-five bullies straight to the hospital.
Not in fair fights.Not in duels.Not in official matches.
He fought:
🍽️ in the cafeteria🚿 in washrooms🏛️ behind statues🏫 in hallways🌙 on rooftops🥛 while drinking milk😴 while half asleep
And his legend spread like wildfire:
"He never fights head-on…""He just appears behind you."
Punishment Means Nothing 📚⛓️
The Student Council reacted fast.
Two weeks of room confinement.
Aren didn't care.
To him, punishment was just reading time 📖.
When he finally returned to the cafeteria—
Everyone moved away.
Tables slid back.Chairs scraped the floor.Even demon ogre twins refused to breathe in his direction.
Aren sat alone at the last bench, calmly eating.
Bandages wrapped his arms and chest.Bruises bloomed dark purple.Scratches crossed old scars.
Yet his expression stayed the same:
Cold.Calm.Dangerous.
Mimi Notices 👁️🔥
Watching him from across the hall—
Mimi, the Demon King's daughter.
The girl Aren was sent to protect.The girl whose death could ignite a continental war.
She wasn't supposed to know him.
But she was curious.
Deeply curious.
She whispered to her friend Drago, a golden-horned dragon boy:
"That's him… the crazy giant who destroyed the bullies?"
Drago swallowed.
"He's not normal, Mimi. He took down the Seven Hands Gang in one hour.And the Blood Twins cried. Cried."
Mimi smiled.
"I want to meet him."
Drago nearly choked.
"WHAT!? Why?! He's dangerous!"
Mimi shrugged.
"Dangerous people are interesting 😏."
She walked straight toward Aren.
The cafeteria froze.
Even spoons stopped clinking.
First Words 🩸🍽️
Mimi stopped in front of his table.
Aren didn't look up.
He kept eating.
Silent.Unbothered.
"…Are you the new noble?" she asked."Lord Karath?"
No response.
Drago whispered nervously:
"Mimi… maybe we should—"
Aren raised his eyes.
Just once.
Drago froze.His tail dropped flat.Fear crawled up his spine.
Mimi didn't flinch.
"You fight strangely," she said."You attack from behind. Why?"
Aren answered calmly:
"Head-on fighting is for people with time."
Mimi's eyes sparkled ✨.
"…Interesting."
Whispers exploded.
"THE PRINCESS TALKED TO HIM!?""Is she insane!?""He's still bleeding!"
Mimi leaned closer.
"You injured?"
"Yes."
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes."
"Do you care?"
"No."
Mimi stared at him like she'd found a mythical beast.
Drago whispered:
"…I think she likes him."
Aren stood up suddenly.
Mimi stepped back, startled for the first time.
He placed his tray down and walked away without another word.
"…He ignored me?" Mimi murmured.
Drago panicked.
"No one ignores the princess!"
Mimi smiled.
A dangerous smile 😈.
"I want to talk to him again."
Sixteen Idiots ⚔️🔥
Behind the training hall, sixteen boys waited.
Noble sons.Spoiled demons.Idiots with confidence.
"Today we end the monster," one sneered.
"He's only strong because he attacks from behind."
"Sixteen of us. He won't walk away."
Aren turned the corner.
They surrounded him.
The leader stepped forward.
"You like attacking from behind, right?Fight us from the front!"
Aren replied calmly:
"…No."
"What do you mean, NO!?"
Aren pointed behind him.
"Check behind you."
They turned—
Too late.
The Thirty-Minute Fight 🩸💥
Punch.Kick.Elbow.Knee.Throw.
It was a storm.
Sixteen against one—yet they looked outnumbered.
Fire spells.Ice blasts.Claws and tails.
Aren tanked it all.
Blood flowed.Bones cracked.Vision blurred.
But he never stopped.
Crack — a jaw.Thud — a body into stone.Smash — a bench destroyed.
They fell.They stood.They fell again.
Thirty brutal minutes.
At the end—
Aren stood barely breathing.Nose broken.Blood dripping down his chest.
The sixteen lay crying, groaning, or unconscious.
Aren wiped his mouth.
"…Done."
And walked away.
Like he'd just finished cleaning a room.
Mimi Watches Everything 👑🔥
From a rooftop above, Mimi stared.
"…He fought sixteen alone," she whispered."No magic. Just instinct."
Her heart beat faster.
"He's interesting…He's like my dad."
Drago groaned.
"Oh no… Mimi found a new obsession."
The Sins Take Interest 😈👑
Two heirs watched the arena screens.
Serapha Prideveil — Pride's Daughter
Silver hair. Six wings. Cold smile.
"Thirty minutes. No magic.""He'd make a fine guard dog."
Ragon Bloodflare — Wrath's Son
Muscles like mountains. Eyes burning red.
"I want him.""That kind of endurance belongs in my faction."
Both spoke at once:
"He'll join mine."
Healing Ward 🩹🩸
Aren walked into recovery dripping blood.
The healer screamed.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?"
"Training," Aren said calmly.
"THIS IS SUICIDE!"
"It worked."
She cried while healing him.
Bandages.Salves.Spells.
When she finished—
Two shadows stood beside his bed.
Serapha Prideveil.Ragon Bloodflare.
Together:
"Join us."
Aren looked at them.
Half-dead.Wrapped in bandages.In pain everywhere.
He blinked.
"…No."
The entire academy shook.
And somewhere in the chaos—
Mimi smiled wider than ever 😈🔥.