Please note, this is a pilot chapter; depending on your feedback, I will decide whether to continue writing it.
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In a camp teeming with flying blue demons and dozens of red ones, large wooden cells were guarded with handcuffed humans inside.
No, not just humans, giants, beastmen and even some women from the goddess clan, including children.
Although all the adults shared one common characteristic, they were seriously injured; their wounds, already infected from their situations as prisoners, prevented them from showing any form of opposition. Furthermore, they did not have the magical power to do anything, and in demon territory, they knew that trying anything would only kill them.
A man from the goddess clan was very generous in showing everyone what would happen if they attacked the demons; he was torn to pieces, and many humans who tried to escape fared no better.
Among them all, there was one prisoner who stood out from all the others.
He wasn't tall, in fact he was by far the shortest of them all; he wasn't threatening, just another child among the many captured.
He was just a child, his most striking feature was his blood-red hair that reached his waist, his clothes were just torn cloth on torn cloth that was used to cover his lower part like a skirt-pants.
The reason he stood out from the rest was that he was covered in dried blood and dirt, giving him a terrifying appearance that made everyone else avoid him. But was that reason enough? No, the real reason was that this boy, who looked more like a sculpture than a human, had eaten a blue demon down to the bone, and, like everyone else, he was handcuffed with ropes made of some unknown material, with an extra layer of clothing.
These ropes had magic in them, which made them difficult for wounded prisoners with almost no magical power to break.
The child's single visible eye, with its black sclera and golden iris, observed everything in detail.
"Today is the day."
Today was the day with the fewest demons since I was taken captive; it was now or never.
The young man took a deep breath, relaxing his muscles.
Fwash
Crack
All of his muscles tensed at the same time.
A second later his hands were free and the ropes fell to the ground, broken.
He placed his hands on two whole trees nailed to the ground that formed part of the cage; they were firmly nailed to the ground, and the wood was of high quality; it would be difficult to break even for warriors of a good level in optimal condition.
Crack crack
But he was not a high-level warrior; he was a child raised under the worst circumstances with two of the strongest bloodlines running through his veins: half demon, half giant.
He lived this life under a single rule: the strongest survive.
"What do you think you're doing, brat?"
He glanced toward a nearby corner; there was the source of the voice, someone he knew and cared about. An old knight from the kingdom of Teognis, who had been there almost as long as he had, and had helped him more than once.
"You know you can't take on everyone, and your mother wouldn't forgive me if-"
"Cut the crap." She glanced at the old man, her expression devoid of emotion. "My mother? You know as well as I do that she never loved me." She regarded him with little to no emotion. "I was born this way: my mother was abused by a high-ranking demon, then he was killed for dishonoring the demon clan. I was born a slave, locked up here with the demons."
The rules of the giant clan dictated that giants must raise their children until they could stand; he achieved this at 5 months as an exceptional case, and she abandoned him to his fate in this place on the same day.
But they still had to see each other daily; their cells were the same.
"I grew up traveling like an animal following its shepherds, I am tired of being the bait to lure more and more breeds to their death or confinement when they come to rescue us."
Her gaze returned to the front, breathing heavily.
"I'm going to kill them all."
The cracks in the wood grew larger and larger as he spoke, even splintering from the top.
Since he reincarnated into this world, things went wrong one after another. He didn't know which world he would go to. He remembered asking that entity to make him a god in his next life, all to enjoy a full life, but he didn't know what kind of god it was, and he wasn't even given the promised weaponry.
Its growth rate alone was astounding.
He was completely alone now, his desire had even caused him to lose his humanity, something he hadn't asked for and which the entity had mocked. For that reason and more, his only goal now was to find the bastard, and he would do it, he swore that on his life.
Born and locked up, he did the only thing he could guaranteed. His freedom, he trained until the blood he had shed all these years on his body in training dried, it became wet again with more blood and dried again, he trained until his body fainted, to the point that I wished to die, he trained and ate anything he could find.
He knew exactly what world he was in, what time it was, and what he would do with the power he had hidden just for this moment.
The old man just looked at him, then sighed. "A five-year-old won't be able to do a damn thing against those red demons, even if they're just low-ranking ones. Red demons have a magic power of between 1,000 and 1,300, and the same goes for the blue ones, which are faster. It's a sure death." He forced a serious tone to try and make him understand.
Without hesitation, he completely broke the tree trunks he had been holding, under the watchful eyes of everyone, including the demons.
"I'm done listening to you."
A red demon immediately approached him.
He walked calmly towards the red demon that instilled fear in all who saw it, all except him.
There were dozens of them.
A sure suicide.
The red demon opened its mouth, shooting a reddish purgatory fire that struck the child directly, leaving a cloud of smoke in the place.
The old gentleman could only turn his gaze away, clenching his teeth until he felt his gums bleed, his hands already wounded dripped blood. 'Look what you did to this child, Roda, my friend, you were a very bad mother, and I am an even worse caregiver.' She felt the metallic touch on her tongue, so she stopped clenching her teeth and hands; anyway, hurting herself more wouldn't fix anything.
The loneliness in her heart, however, became unfathomable, just as her anger and thirst for revenge did.
The dust cloud quickly cleared, and against all odds the boy was still there, standing in the middle of a crater with his right hand outstretched, his entire palm ablaze with intense red fire.
Observing the fire calmly, the boy brought his hand to his face and...
ñam ñam ñam
He ate the fire of purgatory.
"..."
Everyone remained silent; not even the sound of animals or insects was audible.
Humans, giants, goddesses, beastmen, some more than others knew the destructive power behind that attack, possessing the ability to erase beings with a magical power of 1500 on the spot.
The only happy and relieved face was an old one with wrinkles that were beginning to form.
Not wanting to waste any time, the boy walked out of the crater and towards the next demon; coincidentally, this was the same one that had attacked him, although it was no coincidence.
He jumped and prepared for the attack at the same time as the demons reacted.
His body rose towards the head of the red demon, who launched his own attack towards him.
That should have been the end, David versus Goliath, but this time the difference was even more impressive.
But just like that story, this David was not afraid.
A clash of fists occurred, causing an explosive shockwave; a gale struck in all directions. In the midst of the clash, the red demon lost his balance and fell backward to the ground.
He landed on its chest with a blow to the demon's jaw, tearing off its head.
He jumped from the spot directly towards his next objective.
As he landed near a demon, a lightning bolt struck his chest. He slid a few centimeters along the ground, smoke billowing from his chest, his gaze fixed on one of the few humanoid demons that remained.
A smile appeared on her face, very, very small; she was beginning to enjoy this.
The demons, however, did not; two giant fists attacked him from both sides.
He quickly crossed his arms.
¡PAFF!
"¡No!"
The old man stood up, got rid of his doubts, and, filled with irrational rage, leaped towards the demons.
He murmured something into his hands and a long sword formed from what looked like letters appeared in his right hand; he was not allowing the child to die, even if it cost him his own life.
He wouldn't sit still any longer.
Even with the guarantee of death.
He launched himself with courage; few of the imprisoned warriors could follow him with their eyes.
The boy smiled, in a way that made him look deranged.
He had caught both fists with his hands in an x shape.
He applied force, pushing both arms away from him.
Her smile deepened.
Then he pulled on the fingers of both demons.
The old man, now upon them, unleashed a thrust, dividing the sword into 7 sections that resembled tentacles; these pierced the back of one and emerged from his chest, piercing their hearts.
At the same time, the boy spat purple fire directly at the head of the falling demon,setting it on fire and leaping with a spin. His plan was to kill the other with a charged attack.
But upon seeing the old man standing over the inert red demon he had targeted, his expression inevitably fell with annoyance.
"Siegfried, has age made you senile?"
Despite his euphoria, and his living conditions, he cared for the old man; he was the only one who always cared for the hybrid child after all.
"Long!"
Old Siegfried just laughed.
"So you know my name after all. Always calling me old man."this, old the other thing"I almost thought you wouldn't be able to learn anything properly."
Saying this, several blue demons began to surround them both from the sky, attacking Siegfried first.
"I'm glad you're okay."
"Siegfried, shit!"
He was no longer excited, he was worried; he didn't even realize how important this old man was to him until he was in danger, which made him click his tongue.
If he had stayed in his place, the demons would not have attacked him.
Without hesitating for a second, his hands flashed with light, and soon he was charging his body with electricity.
Swing
A rain of blades swept through the flying horde, whether outside, hurting them seriously or killing them.
"What? This old man knows a few tricks."
He didn't stop because of the surprise; the boy dodged several attacks that were coming at him en masse from all directions growling when his hands flashed and electricity shot towards Siegfried.
The electricity surged forward like a cataclysmic wave that swept across the skies, tearing apart the bodies of the rising demonic flock, effectively killing their second wave.
Siegfried, on the other hand, directed his attacks towards the red, blue, and orange demons, knowing that any other type of demon would kill him in seconds.
Understanding that Siegfried would not leave her side now that she had begun to fight, she clicked her tongue, this time with a smile.
He knew that now he would be fighting on two fronts, protecting and attacking, but he didn't care right now.
His eyes met those of the demon in charge; two horns and a demonic mark made him look terrifying, even being humanoid, but it was not his ridiculously strong magical power that made him someone to be feared. The other two humanoids, equally strong, albeit on a smaller scale, were behind him now
His bloodlust was focused on the three of them.
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In half an hour of combat, everything turned into a disaster.
Several mountains of literal corpses, rivers of blood that became lakes, craters the size of a giant, purple fire burning the surroundings and mountains turned into plains or close to being so, that was the scene that painted the panorama.
A hell on earth.
The nameless boy, completely covered in blood, sat atop the most imposing mountain of corpses made up of demons.
Nobody understood what was going through his mind.
She showed no happiness, no relief, no joy; her expression remained still like a stone mask, but in her heart there was only one emotion.
… boredom.
The battle made his blood boil at first, opponents who tripled. His size, with great speed and strength, numbers that made him hesitate to even start the attack in the first place, along with the flyers who were the most annoying, and three high-ranking demons commanding them. They managed to get him into a lot of trouble despite his complete lack of experience in large-scale fights, or fights in general.
At least until he realized his superiority.
He got used to fighting very quickly; his own reasoning made him see the weak patterns of the lower demons; there was a reason they were cannon fodder within the clan; only the flyers did something different sometimes.
As he grew accustomed to the battle, to his own power, and to his enemies, he became nothing more than a situation where there were many mosquitoes.bothering him.
He had seriously underestimated his abilities.
Not only could the demons not harm him with physical attacks even when he did not defend himself, but they were injured when they tried.
He stared at the demon commander's head in his hands, remembering how it was superior in speed, but all it took was for it to...would be enhanced with his electric magic and the demon didn't stand a chance.
Those eyes stared at him, even in death, as if he were a monster.
Her emotions were so muted that she barely reacted to it.
"Brat!"
Siegfried called him, which made him turn around.
"Let's get out of here, it won't be long before more demons come, it's better to leave now while we can."
He was being carried on the back of a giant while a woman from the goddess clan began to heal him.
He had become useless towards the end of the fight, but a third of the casualties were his.
Even if they were minor demons, few in the world accomplished such a feat alone.
Some events also occurred, such as the goddesses healing themselves at the moment the fight began; their intention was to wait for a moment of distraction from the demons to escape, but in the end they stayed and fought a little before the end.
So now they were healing everyone they could before they ran out of magical power, knowing that staying together as a group was ideal at this time.
And all the others, well, they may have been injured, but most of them were prisoners of war, they could fight at least two red demons at once and kill one.
Their fear prevented them from fighting, especially the giants, because as giants, their pride was shattered.
Now that they saw how the demons, who had already been reduced to less than half their original number for some reason, were reduced to half again by two people, then they had no choice but to fight, many were forced to participate when the demons also attacked them.
Many died, just as many survived.
The group of 289 prisoners now consisted of 40 healthy warriors capable of fighting and another 50 too wounded for that; the remainder were just ordinary prisoners.
155 warriors fell today, as well as nearly 500 non-combatants.
In return, 1000 demonic lives were claimed.
He grabbed one of the legs, which was too big, and bit it, just as he had been doing during the battle.
It was a great source of magical energy, but it did not bring him satiety.
He also grew stronger by eating demons.
Could this be considered cannibalism?
He didn't care about the answer to that question; he remembered that demon blood was supposed to give a power boost to whoever drank it, so he ended up eating many parts of them—their blood, legs, arms, even their hearts. After all, he should be immune to the side effects, and he was.
That stopped having as much of an effect after doing it about 37 times.
Now, he threw the head away in his hand and let the leg fall, beginning the descent from the mountain of corpses towards the group of former captives.
In their eyes he could see devotion, born of fear towards him, or rather, his power.
They saw him as a savior.
It was obvious; for them, separating now would be suicidal.
They might have been able to resist at first, but they were in demonic territory within the human world; to get out they didn't know how many demons they would have to face without any guarantee of survival.
Death was a certainty when they went alone.
But the shame that the whole group was suffering was abysmal.
And only going with the child and therefore with Siegfried, the two best fighters, will increase your chances by nearly 100%.
A child whom most of those present had seen grow up was the one who freed them, a hybrid of barely 6 years of age.
The boy was able to see all that in them with a single glance; he was especially good at reading people, he always had been.
And he didn't care as long as could give him information about the world.
Including yes, I would at least endure it, until I left them once they reached some town.
Just as he was about to jump towards the group away from the mountains of corpses and the lakes of blood, a sound caught his attention; it was very fast, although he registered it, it was already too close before he could say anything.
Fwash
Five
BOOOOOM
A huge cloud of blood and ground meat rose up in front of the boy and spread all around, and within it, he felt an overwhelming magical power spreading as far as the mist.
That monstrous level of power couldn't be compared to a mere demon commander, he told her enough.
He never expected to encounter one of them at this stage.
The boy turned to look in the direction of the group.
"Run away, and take the old man with you, go north, it's the safest way right now, I'll catch up with you."
He said no more words to them; his voice was clear.
Instead, he focused on the demon in front of him.
Siegfried screamed and screamed towards him, but the others took him with them, even resorting to tying him up with magic.
"¡THOR!"
That was the last thing he said before he was knocked out.
Little did Siegfried know.
A smile appeared on the boy's face, a different one, it was one of genuine and indistinguishable happiness.
"So that's what you'll call me, Thor."
She allowed herself a moment to savor the familiar name in her mouth.
"Well, I wanted something more original than the god of thunder, but it seems to fit with my magic power, I'll accept it, but I don't like it."
He whispered these words to himself, as if his words could erase his feelings.
He could have let them all die and gone with Siegfried, but he was an idiot when it came to feelings, and on the other hand, he would never let something like that happen anywhere if he was present and had the power to prevent it.
"Wow, you really made a mess here."
A woman's voice reached his ears.
The newly appointed Thor stood atop the mountain of corpses, looking down from his position.
This would be interesting.