The Unrivaled Holder: Rise of the Dragon Monarch

"Since you are now able to regulate at least the 15% of my power, you can train with me

now" He uttered while staring at me with serious eyes.

"What?" I wandered down while my hand is on my chin thinking about what Fafnir just told me while staring back at him.

"Human, you should know that in Norkiya, you can die any minute. This place is not safe especially with the likes of you. You are human, and everyone doesn't know that you are existing except to that Demon we just encountered. You are in danger. We are in danger. I'll lend you my strength and I will teach everything I know to help you become stronger than I was" He responded in a serious manner while clinching his hands together, but before I can say anything back at him, little did we know that we have been scrutinized by a Advanced Class Demon.

In the Demon World or the so called Netherlands, they have a hierarchy system.

Special Class Demon: The oldest and most powerful demons, typically aging around 5-10 thousand years. They possess immense wisdom, experience, and formidable supernatural abilities. They often hold significant influence or leadership roles among demons.

Advanced Demon: Demons in this category are slightly younger, aging between 3-5 thousand years. They are highly skilled in their demonic abilities and may hold positions of authority or specialization within demonic society. Their power is substantial but may not rival that of Special Class Demons.

Upper Demon: Younger still, Upper Demons are around 2-3 thousand years old. They are formidable in their own right, possessing significant strength and magical prowess. They often serve in various roles within demon hierarchies, from warriors to advisors.

Lower Demon: The youngest and least powerful of this hierarchy, typically aging between 1-2 thousand years. They are still formidable compared to humans but are considered lesser in strength and experience compared to their older counterparts. They might serve as foot soldiers, minions, or apprentices under more senior demons.This classification not only establishes a hierarchy based on age and strength but also implies a societal structure among demons where age and experience correlate with authority and power.

The older the Demon gets, the stronger they become.

Accumulation of Knowledge and Experience: As demons age, they accumulate vast amounts of knowledge and experience. This includes mastering complex spells, understanding ancient rituals, and developing strategic insights into dealing with adversaries

.Enhanced Magical Abilities: Older demons often have more potent magical abilities. They can cast more powerful spells, manipulate larger amounts of energy, and even bend reality to a greater extent compared to younger demons.

Physical and Metaphysical Development: With age comes physical and metaphysical development. Older demons may have more robust physical forms that can withstand greater punishment. They might also have developed their innate demonic traits, such as shapeshifting or regeneration, to higher levels of proficiency.

Overall, the concept that older demons grow stronger encompasses not just physical power but also intellectual and mystical prowess, making them formidable adversaries.

"Hmm, what a rare encounter" Someone uttered with excitement while a sudden burst of bloodlust covered the place.

I immediately turned my head and I saw a demon sitting on top of the rock while staring at me as if he wanna kill me on sight; Fafnir immediately teleports in front of me and attacked the Demon with his skill, << Usurper >> an AOE attack that covers the place with hot magma with continuous damage and the Demon easily dodge it and leaving a dismissive response, "If you want to die that bad, I'd be glad giving you the judgement" the Demon slowly walks towards Fafnir with a grin on his face showing its excitement.

I cannot move even inch of my body as I felt the bloodlust sipping out of my existence and Fafnir shouted at me, "Get yourself together! You can even run, I will stall him here!" And there, the Demon's cold eyes made its way towards me and the demon asked curiously, with a slightly evil smirk , "Are you afraid of me, Human?" I avoided the eye contact.

"Hoy! I know it's frightening but the more you are frightened, the more they get stronger because your fear feeds them!" Fafnir added with anger.

At that moment, a dreadful truth settled over me like a crushing weight—I was weak. Pathetically weak. No matter how much I trained, no matter how many hardships I endured, it wasn't enough.

"I… I can't even protect myself…" I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

My knees trembled, threatening to give out beneath me.

My mind raced, torn between the instinct to flee and the bitter reality that running wouldn't change the truth—I was powerless.

Was this all I amounted to? After being reincarnated? After training with Mr. Franer? Had it all been for nothing? The demon's cold, piercing gaze locked onto me, and an unbearable pressure crushed my chest.

I could feel it—death, slithering closer, whispering its inevitable embrace.

"Human!!" Fafnir's voice thundered, filled with fury and desperation.

He stood his ground, but I could hear it—the tension in his voice, the unspoken fear. This wasn't a fight we could win.

The demon stepped forward, a slow, deliberate stride that sent shivers down my spine. "Are you afraid of me, Human?" he asked, amusement dripping from his voice.

His smirk widened, predatory and knowing.I couldn't answer. I couldn't even lift my head."Hah! I know it's terrifying," Fafnir growled.

"But the more fear you show, the stronger they get! Your fear feeds them, Craig!"

Fear. That was all I had right now.

I clenched my fists.

On Earth, I had always been the one to help others, but never myself. I had always relied on the kindness of those around me, never pushing myself beyond my limits.

I had been carried through life, and now, here I was—trapped in my own helplessness. But this time… there was no one else to rely on.

No one to save me.

No one to save us.

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

My breath steadied.

The weight pressing down on me began to shift—not disappearing, but changing.

This fear, this overwhelming despair—I could drown in it, or I could stand and face it.

I had to stand.

I would stand.

Fafnir was the first to notice the change. "You're back, huh?" he murmured, a strange mix of recognition, concern, and maybe even relief in his voice.

A low growl rumbled from my throat as raw energy surged through me.

"AAAAAHHHH!!"

A guttural roar tore from my lips as the magicores within me ignited, their power erupting like wildfire.

The ground beneath me shattered, craters forming under the sheer force of my ascent. I soared into the sky, the wind tearing at my skin, my body thrumming with newfound resolve. I hovered mid-air, glaring down at the demon, my right hand outstretched, crackling with energy.

"Come," I snarled, my voice filled with defiance. "I will kill you, Demon." For the first time, a flicker of excitement danced in the demon's eyes.

He bared his fangs in a wicked grin, his voice ringing with uncontained amusement.

"Interesting, Human."