Somewhere in the modern world, there is a planet called Earth. And right now, in the heart of a sprawling city buzzing with the chaos of life, a city bus hummed along busy roads. Inside, passengers sat in silence or mild conversation, absorbed in their own routines. But one boy—Rae Wayne—sat near the back of the bus, completely consumed by the pages of a manga clutched in his hands.
Rae Wayne, seventeen years old, black-haired, blue-eyed, a whirlwind of contradictions—kind-hearted, hardworking, hopeless romantic, food junkie, otaku nerd. A smart but sneaky charmer, obsessed with manga about demon princes and fantasy harems. His ultimate dream? To be reborn as an all-powerful demon prince, feared and adored across the realms.
With stars practically in his eyes, Rae gasped and exclaimed, "No way! He just summoned an entire army with one glare! That's the power of a true demon prince!"
He jabbed his finger excitedly at the page. "Look at this panel—look at it! He's not even breaking a sweat! Bro just casually obliterated a holy army because they disrespected his third concubine. That's peak fiction. This manga gets it. Power, drama, loyalty—*
legacy*."
Sitting next to him were his three closest friends, his squad of chaos:
Aiden Cross, stoic and serious with jet-black, spiked-back hair and steel gray eyes. Dressed in layered dark clothing, he glanced over Rae's shoulder. "The demon prince is cool, but his swordmaster general has better presence. Quiet. Efficient. Ruthless."
Rae grinned. "Nah, man. It's all about the OP demon prince energy. He walks into a room and the world kneels. That's the dream. I mean, wouldn't it be awesome to command fire and shadows, fly with wings made of hellflame, and be loved by twelve waifus from rival kingdoms?"
Mei Yukihara, elegant, sharp-tongued, with silver-blue hair in twin braids and pale violet eyes, rolled her eyes from the seat beside Aiden. "You idiots are seriously reading that over-the-top demon fantasy trash again? You've read it six times. Each."
Rae beamed. "That's called dedication, Mei. Besides, it's not just about power—it's about responsibility, destiny, and—okay yeah, also the power. But the themes, Mei! The themes!"
She groaned and mumbled, "I hacked a vending machine once for this maniac…"
Zack Taylor, loud and charismatic with messy dirty blonde hair with red streaks and gleaming emerald eyes, snorted. "Still better than that demon junk—mecha manga has real action. Real stakes. Giant robots, bro."
Rae deadpanned. "You mean piles of metal with emotional baggage?"
Zack threw up his hands. "Blasphemy! You're just jealous. Admit it, 'Demon Lord.'"
Rae grinned. "Mecha nerd."
Mei smacked her forehead. "You're both idiots."
Rae sighed, clasping his hands dramatically, "One day, I'll awaken in a blazing inferno, reborn as the demon prince of desire. Surrounded by my adoring harem of magical—"
SMACK!
Mei's hand cracked across Rae's head.
"Ow! What was that for?!"
"For being an idiot and talking about other women in front of me," Mei muttered.
Rae rubbed his head. "Unfair... but valid." He slouched, diving back into his manga, mumbling to himself. "If only I were that overpowered demon prince..."
Then came a sharp, unnatural BANG.
The tires exploded.
The bus lurched.
Screams erupted.
The world blurred.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" Zack yelled, grabbing the seat.
"We're spinning!" Mei cried.
Rae's heart thundered in his chest. The bus skidded. The city bridge loomed ahead—
"No... this can't be—"
The bus flew off the edge.
Rae's final thought echoed as the world went black:
"If there's another life... make me the Demon Prince."
Darkness.
Then a whisper of breath.
Rae's eyes fluttered open. Black ceiling. Stillness.
He sat up slowly. "Where... am I?"
All around him: an endless void. A sea of darkness. It wasn't just empty—it felt ancient. Like the inside of a forgotten god's memory.
Memories flashed—his friends, the bus, the crash.
"I... I died?"
His fists clenched. "Aiden... Mei... Zack...!"
He screamed into the void, "HELLOOOOO?!!"
Nothing.
He opened his mouth again—but a voice cut through the void.
"Well, well... what do we have here?"
Rae spun around. "Who said that?! Show yourself!"
The ground beneath him trembled.
Hairline cracks webbed outward from his feet, each glowing with pulsing red light—like veins of magma snaking across obsidian glass. The stillness fractured. A low rumble thundered in his bones.
"What the hell is this?" Rae muttered, stepping back. "Is this some sort of judgment realm? Limbo? Anime hell?"
From the cracks, a dull glow intensified. Heat rose, sharp and dry. Then—
WHOOSH!
Flames exploded outward from the fissures, twisting and rising like dragons of fire. The heat slammed into him, but it didn't burn—it welcomed. The flames danced in symmetrical spirals, illuminating the void with a golden-red radiance.
He shielded his face with his arms.
Then—silence.
He peeked.
The void was gone.
Replaced by a breathtaking, surreal domain: a beautiful empire of flame. The ground was obsidian and lava-glass, etched with glowing crimson runes. Fiery trees with ember-leaf canopies swayed despite the absence of wind. Rivers of molten gold flowed in quiet patterns across the land.
Above, the sky burned with layers of scarlet and amethyst clouds, pierced by ancient stars and massive planets that drifted lazily, like gods watching from above.
Rae blinked. "Okay... this is... this is way too pretty to be hell. Did I just spawn in a final boss cutscene?"
He turned in slow awe.
Then the voice returned: "Welcome to my world, Rae Wayne."
He turned.
There, at the top of obsidian stairs, sat a figure on a throne of living flame.
A woman—tall, powerful, divine.
Pale obsidian skin with swirling violet runes. One eye crimson, the other a galaxy-filled void. Her hair flowed like a nebula, her dual wings—one of voidfire, the other of spectral light—radiated impossible majesty.
She rose with a dancer's grace and the force of a cosmic storm. Her smile curled with ancient mischief, sensual wisdom hiding behind her every glance. Her presence was chaos wrapped in beauty—unknowable yet intimate.
Rae stuttered, "D-demon?"
She giggled with a voice like shifting stars. "Close."
"Who... who are you?"
"I am Nyxtheria," she said, descending the stairs in languid, graceful strides. "Demon Goddess of Rebirth and Chaos. Patron of broken souls and stubborn dreams. Mistress of wild fate."
Rae's jaw dropped. "WHAT?!"
Nyxtheria tilted her head, smirking like a cat who knew exactly where the bird had gone. "You wished for a new life, Rae Wayne. I'm here to offer you something... beautifully inconvenient."
Her expression softened—for a flicker of a moment, sorrow hidden behind drama. Then she twirled with theatrical flair, arms wide.
"Welcome to your turning point, oh future Demon Prince."
Rae stood frozen.
The air in this surreal flame-kissed world shimmered around him, but his mind was stuck—caught somewhere between confusion, disbelief, and utter awe. In front of him stood a goddess. Not just any being—but a demon goddess. Towering, divine, impossibly radiant.
"Wh-Why am I here...?" he muttered aloud, more to himself than anyone else. Inside, his thoughts spiraled in chaotic panic.
What is happening? Why am I suddenly face-to-face with a demon goddess? What kind of cosmic glitch drops a manga nerd into an afterlife cutscene? Rae thought dramatically. And what did she mean by 'I wished for this'? I didn't mean it literally!
The goddess giggled—low, melodic, unnervingly intimate. "No, this is very real, my little demon prince lover."
Rae's eyes widened. SHE CAN HEAR MY THOUGHTS?!
"You heard that?!" he cried, flinching. "Are you seriously a demon goddess, or is this some freaky dream?!"
Nyxtheria, the Demon Goddess of Rebirth and Chaos, merely smiled with cosmic mischief dancing in her eyes. Her voice was like silk laced with stardust.
"You always wanted this, Rae. A wish long buried beneath layers of daydreams and manga panels. I'm here to make it come true."
Rae blinked. "Wish...? What wish? And why are you calling me 'future demon prince' like it's a job title?!"
Her smile widened, eyes glowing like galaxies being born. "Your dream to become a demon prince with overwhelming power... your ultimate fantasy, yes? To be reborn as an all-powerful demon prince, feared and adored across the realms."
Rae staggered. "H-How do you know that?!"
"I know everything," Nyxtheria said, voice soft yet boundless. "I've watched you for a long time, Rae Wayne. The boy who clung to overpowered demon stories like lifelines. You, who dreamed not just of escape, but of becoming the very thing you loved. I saw potential in you."
Rae rubbed his temples. This is insane... And yet—it's exactly like my isekai manga. Even the dramatic goddess exposition...
"Okay... so even if I did wish that, I died in a bus crash. You can't just... give me that now, right?" he asked, hesitant but intrigued.
"Not as Rae Wayne," she said with a grin. "But I can send your soul into another world. Into the body of a demon prince who has been in a coma for one hundred years. You will awaken with power vast enough to make even primordial gods kneel."
Rae gawked. Power to make gods kneel? This is beyond overpowered—it's mega-ultra-hax tier!
"You're... serious?" he whispered.
"Completely," Nyxtheria replied. "Your soul will inhabit the body of Rae Voidheart, the Demon Prince of the other world. His parents, King Azaroth and Queen Lilinora, rule the Infernal Dominion. But the prince was cursed by a sickness that drove his power into slumber. Until now."
Rae inhaled sharply. So this prince was dying... and now I get to take over his body, with none of the curse—just the power?
"Exactly," Nyxtheria said, answering his thoughts once more. "Your version will be stronger. Healthier. A force of balance—between freedom and fate."
Rae stared at her. "Why me though? Why choose me?"
"Because I believe in chaos, Rae," she said, voice low and reverent. "And chaos finds its champions."
Rae's heart raced. A grin stretched across his face. So I'll be stronger than anything... even the gods?
Nyxtheria nodded. "Even them. And even the Demon King himself."
He laughed—half in shock, half in joy. "YES! I'm finally gonna be the badass I always dreamed of!"
She giggled, swirling a hand and conjuring a circle of voidfire. "You seem excited now, my demon prince."
"You bet I am! I'm ready to become awesome! Like my dream is coming true—no, it is coming true!"
Nyxtheria's smile deepened. "Are you ready to go, then?"
Rae nodded. "Yeah. Let's do this! What's the name of the world I'm going to?"
"The world's name," she said, her tone almost reverent, "is Veyruhn. A realm of war, gods, and shattered destinies."
Rae repeated it under his breath. "Veyruhn... Sounds epic."
Nyxtheria stepped forward, her presence like a warm tempest. "Now, Rae Wayne—are you ready to live your destiny in Veyruhn, as the Demon Prince of overwhelming power?"
Rae clenched his fists, face alight with determination. "Yes. I'm ready."
"Good," she whispered. "Then I will see you around... my demon prince."
"See you around, goddess."
With a loving smirk, she raised her hand. A swirl of violet aura encircled her fingers. Below Rae, a glowing magic circle burst into light.
Light engulfed him—warm, blinding, electric.
And then he vanished.
Nyxtheria looked at the place where he once stood and smiled, her eyes glimmering with chaos and hope.
"Make the world yours, my little demon prince."
She giggled.
Minutes later, on the other side of the cosmos, the soul of Rae Wayne surged into the slumbering body of a demon prince.
Eyes, closed for a century, began to stir.
The moment Rae opened his eyes, the world trembled.
Not metaphorically—literally.
A shockwave of demonic aura erupted from within the Demon Kingdom, piercing through dimensions, vibrating across realms both known and ancient. His very awakening stirred existence.
From the deepest abyss of the Demon Realm to the highest cloud temples of Heaven, the world felt it.
In the Demon Kingdom:
Demons dropped to their knees.
"Wh-What is this power?!" one muttered, eyes wide.
"It feels like the birth of a new god...!"
"No... not a birth. A return."
The ground shook. Cracks formed across the volcanic earth. Even battle-hardened generals glanced at the royal palace with fear and reverence.
In Human Kingdoms:
Across distant nations, humans paused. Kings, mages, and commoners alike shivered.
"Something has awakened... something ancient and overwhelming."
"This aura... it is not of man."
"A calamity? No... something worse. A power with will."
In the Heavenly Realm:
Angels flying through radiant halls paused mid-flight.
"Do you feel that? That demonic pressure...?"
"Impossible... it breached Heaven's gates."
"Not even the Demon King ever did that."
Wings rustled in unease. Even the High Seraph closed her book.
Among the Ancient Gods:
Elder beings blinked awake from centuries of stillness.
"It returns... the flame that once defied us all."
"Who dares disturb the pillars of fate...?"
"That power... that echo... could it be him reborn?"
Within Monster Dens and Ancient Beasts:
Wyrms, Titans, and abominations recoiled.
"That scent... that aura... it devours reason."
"Who stands at the summit of all creation now...?"
Even slumbering Leviathans opened eyes.
At the edge of existence, the Primordial God of Creation stirred.
"...This presence..."
The being, older than time, trembled.
"His soul burns with dominion—fiercer than fate. This... makes me nervous."
Back in the Demon Kingdom — within the obsidian palace:
The hierarchy itself was shaken.
Rae's overwhelming aura eclipsed even the Demon King—his father. Reality groaned in protest.
King Azaroth Voidheart, seated atop his molten throne, opened his eyes slowly.
Standing at 7'2", adorned in obsidian armor fused to his skin, his burning crimson hair swirled like living flame.
"...That power... it comes from within these walls."
His golden eyes narrowed. "So the prince awakens."
Beside him, Queen Lilinora Voidheart, elegant and terrifying, gasped. Her six crystalline wings twitched, and her silvery hair shimmered like starlight.
"That aura... it's Rae... it's him."
She vanished in a blink, shadows trailing as she ran toward her son's chamber.
Elsewhere in the palace:
Malrik Voidheart, First Brother, gritted his teeth. His spiked silver-black hair flared like flame.
"What the hell is this?! That power... from his room?!"
He clenched his demonic cleaver. "So the brat finally woke up."
Velmira Voidheart, Second Sister, stopped her chant mid-incantation. Frost curled around her book.
"Such... magnitude. No magic can measure it. It's him. Rae's aura."
Drakana Voidheart, Youngest Sister, almost fell off her training cliff.
"Whaaaat?! Who's powering up like a final boss?! That's Rae?! He's insane!!"
From a distant forest, Xevos Voidheart, the dark twin, smirked from the shadows.
"So... you've finally risen, brother. But what are you now...?"
Back in Rae's Room:
The chamber cracked around him. He sat up, breathing deeply.
"What... is this feeling?"
He stared at his hands—slender but strong, lined with red-black energy veins. They pulsed with molten power.
He turned his gaze around the grand obsidian chamber, vast and decorated with arcane sigils, infernal banners, and demonic statues.
Then he saw it: a tall silver mirror.
He approached.
Reflected in the glass stood someone else—yet unmistakably him.
Two curled black horns crowned his head. Crimson hair streaked with black highlights shimmered like burning metal. His eyes—crimson gold—glowed with endless power. Long ears tapered back.
Rae touched the mirror.
"So... this is me now. Rae Voidheart. Demon Prince reborn."
He stood.
The moment his feet touched the floor, a crack split the obsidian tile. Miniature shockwaves rippled out.
Each step toward the window deepened the cracks, shaking the walls and echoing down the corridors.
He looked out.
The world of Veyruhn greeted him—flaming skies, black mountains, rivers of light and magma. A true realm of demons and gods.
"This power... it's real. Everything she said—it's happening."
Suddenly, a crimson fiery screen burst into existence before him. It hovered, pulsing, awaiting his attention.
Rae blinked. "A system screen? No way..."
He leaned in to read—
The crimson fiery screen hovered in the air before Rae, pulsing with infernal light and mystic glyphs.
He blinked. "Whoa... is this... a status screen?"
The letters shifted, forming clearly in a divine script that read itself into his mind.
Name: Rae Voidheart
Age: 117
Race: Eternal Demon (Primordial Reincarnate)
Level: ∞ (Surpasses System Limits)
Class: Demon Prince / Chaoslord / Reincarnated Voidheart
Rank: EX
Titles:
Demon Prince of the Abyss
Reincarnated Soul of the End
Son of Nyxtheria, Chaosborn Goddess
Awakener of Terror
Godslayer Candidate
The Coma King (humorous nickname in demon lands)
The One Who Broke the System
HP: ∞
MP: ∞
Strength: ∞
Agility: ∞
Endurance: ∞
Mana: ∞
Luck: ???
Charm: SSS++
Normal Skills:
Appraisal – Instantly reads stats, abilities, and weaknesses of any object, being, or structure.
Demon Sight (Night + Soul Vision) – See in total darkness, and perceive souls, magical auras, and hidden intent.
Enhanced Reflexes – React to danger or motion at the speed of thought.
High-Speed Regeneration – Rapidly heals wounds, even mortal ones, in seconds.
Absolute Weapon Mastery – Mastery of all weapons upon touching them, regardless of type.
Flight (Wings or Levitation) – Can fly using demon wings or levitate freely.
Unarmed Combat (Demonic Arts) – Martial arts that channel demonic energy into physical strikes.
Energy Step – Allows walking or jumping on air, walls, or void platforms.
Enhanced Strength (S++) – Strikes capable of destroying castles or mountains.
Enhanced Speed (S++) – Move faster than the eye can track or teleporters can lock onto.
Enhanced Endurance (S++) – Immune to exhaustion, pain, toxins, and extreme environments.
Mimic Voice – Accurately reproduces any voice, tone, or speech pattern heard.
Environmental Immunity – Can survive in lava, the vacuum of space, or toxic atmospheres.
Teleportation (Short Range) – Instantly move short distances in combat or between nearby locations.
Mind Control Resistance (MAX) – Completely immune to mind-reading, illusions, or forced suggestion.
Cooking (Insanely Good) – Meals restore HP/MP and grant temporary stat boosts based on ingredients.
Battle Instincts (Evolved) – Automatic reflexes adapt to threats before they occur.
Royal Demon Etiquette – Perfect conduct and speech in noble or divine settings.
Multilingual Mastery – Speak, read, and write any language including lost and divine dialects.
Ability Skills:
Shapeshift: Abyss Form – Transform into humanoid, beast, or shadow form to suit infiltration or intimidation.
Voidstep – Step through shadows or dimensions to travel across space instantly.
Abyssal Flame Control – Conjure and manipulate black flames that burn soul, body, and energy.
Demonic Territory – Create a zone where Rae's power dominates, weakening enemies within.
Soul Suppression Field – Suppresses enemy abilities, mana, and morale in a radius.
Temporal Distortion – Distort time to slow, pause, or accelerate movement in a localized area.
Shadow Legion – Summon creatures from Rae's subconscious to fight for him.
Dark Regrowth – Regrow limbs, repair internal damage, and recover instantly from fatal wounds.
Magic Skills:
Elemental Mastery (Fire, Ice, Lightning, etc.) – Total control over elemental forces; can combine or evolve them.
Forbidden Magic – Access to ancient destructive spells like Chaos Blasts, Unsealing, and Corruption Waves.
Spatial Magic EX – Bend or collapse space for teleportation, folding dimensions, or battlefield control.
Time Distortion – Manipulate time flow to gain advantage in fights (short-term control only).
Necromancy Supreme – Raise the dead, bind souls, or summon bone and spirit constructs.
Divine Magic Absorption – Absorb and convert holy or divine attacks into raw power.
Arcane Construction – Materialize weapons, fortresses, or tools instantly from mana mid-combat.
Unique Skills:
Voidheart Core – Rae's soul cannot be erased by death, fate, or system intervention.
God-Level Resistance – Immune to divine judgment, holy light, and all system-level debuffs.
Harem Field: Unlimited Love – Unintentionally generates affection and loyalty from others, regardless of race.
Reality Override – Temporarily bypass all magic/physics laws when enraged or protecting loved ones.
Abyss Rebirth – Strength increases permanently every time he 'dies' or suffers a critical wound.
Eternal Presence – Passive pressure causes reverence, fear, or collapse in all weaker beings nearby.
Weapons:
Nyxrend – Blade of Dimensional Ruin: Cuts through space, fate, and magical defenses with ease.
Items:
Pocket Realm Orb – A personal realm to store items, train, or hide from detection.
Phoenix Tear Flask – Automatically restores full HP/MP when Rae is fatally wounded.
Nyxtheria's Whisper Pendant – Allows Nyxtheria to communicate directly with Rae (sometimes awkwardly).
Rae stood silently, eyes wide with wonder. Then—
A slow grin.
He let out a small laugh. Then a louder one. Then a full-throated, triumphant cackle.
"THIS. IS. INSANE!" he shouted. "I'm literally a walking apocalypse! A chaos-born cheat code with parental divine support!"
He spun in place, arms outstretched like he was ready to hug the universe.
"Oh, I can't wait to try all of this! Shadow Legion? Abyss Form? Harem Field—wait, Harem Field?! OH MY GODDESS."
He turned his eyes skyward, golden-crimson gaze piercing the burning skies of Veyruhn.
"Thank you, Demon Goddess. Thank you, Mom."
He smiled wide, a tear of joy escaping.
"Let's make this world mine."
Meanwhile, in the Human Empire…
Within the gilded walls of the Imperial Capital of Solaria, beneath the golden sun sigil that crowned the continent's most powerful nation, a tremor had just shaken the divine spires of the royal palace. Magic lights flickered. Clerics whispered in hushed tones. War horns were gripped tighter.
In the throne room—lined with sunstone pillars and etched stained glass windows—a man sat upon a radiant throne of gold and flame.
Emperor Leonhart Solaria IV, Supreme Sovereign of the Human Empire, narrowed his piercing blue eyes. The golden crown atop his brow shimmered with magic, and his crimson-gold armor gleamed like a lion in the sun.
Late 40s, tall and regal, Leonhart was a man bred for command. Charismatic. Arrogant. Ruthlessly pragmatic. His fingers tightened against his lion-etched armrest.
"A power this vile... this vast... it's almost godlike," he muttered. "What just awakened in the depths of that cursed realm?"
Before him knelt two of the Empire's most powerful figures.
The first: High Archmage Eldros Mervain, Master of Summoning Magic.
Eldros, though elderly in years, bore the timeless presence of arcane greatness. His long silver beard held woven blue rune-threads, and a golden monocle over one eye sparked with light as he channeled power. He wore robes of midnight and ivory, swirling with constellations. Arcane tattoos marked his skin like living scripture. His dragonbone staff pulsed in his hand.
His voice was calm but strained.
"That was not a natural flare of demonic magic, Your Radiance. It was an eruption—no, a rebirth. I felt the soul behind it. It wasn't the Demon King... it was something greater."
Beside him knelt the second: Saintess Seraphina Elthriel, Voice of the Goddess of Light.
She was radiant, otherworldly. Long platinum hair cascaded down white robes adorned with golden embroidery and winged motifs. Her eyes—sky-blue crystal—glowed faintly, her divine aura bringing calm even in this tension.
Barefoot as always, she pressed a glowing hand to her chest.
"This magic… it echoes ruin and sorrow. It's not just dark—it's ancient. Are we certain the Demon King has stirred?"
The Emperor's gaze sharpened.
"If it's not the king, then it is worse. Perhaps... his heir. Or something forgotten. Either way, this awakening cannot go unanswered."
Eldros nodded grimly. "The aura resembled demonic essence—but saturated. Refined. Controlled. Like the birth of a new abyss."
Seraphina's lips trembled in a soft frown. "Or... like the end of prophecy."
Leonhart stood, his cape flaring with inner fire. He pointed toward the massive sun-shaped stained glass behind him.
"Then we must destroy it. If the Demon King is stirring, we shall strike first. Erase the threat before it matures. The Empire shall not bow to darkness!"
Both Eldros and Seraphina looked at each other. A moment of shared understanding passed between magic and divinity.
They bowed.
"As you command, Your Radiance," they said in unison.
Leonhart grinned, the fire in his blood igniting.
"At least the Fates smile upon us. We have summoned three heroes, just as prophecy foretold."
He gestured to the far corner of the throne room.
From the shadows, three figures stepped forward.
Aiden Cross.
Mei Yukihara.
Zack Taylor.
Each now clad in ceremonial gear tailored to their talents.
Aiden bore dark knight armor, eyes sharp as steel, a blade at his back humming with sealed power.
Mei stood calm, wearing a spell-scarred uniform woven with threads of divination and coding runes.
Zack cracked his knuckles in gauntlets pulsing with techno-magical circuits and raw mana surges.
The three best friends of Rae Wayne.
Unaware of what fate had spun.
Unaware that their friend—once loud, dramatic, obsessed with manga—was now the overpowered Demon Prince whose awakening shook the cosmos.
What will happen... when heroes of light must face the one they once called brother?
To be continued...