Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son-Novel

Aldred felt a divine aura wash all over him, and even though he was still a baby he believed he could lift a large boulder with his hand alone. He wasn’t sure if this was overconfident of him or not, but he definitely felt strength and power inside of him.

And not only that, but he also saw these weird stats floating around everyone.

[Hujarar]

Level: 978

Titles: The Demon King, Betrayer, World eater, God of War, killer of men, Hunter of Heroes, Cutthroat, Vicious Phantom, King of Hell, Mass Murderer, Universal Level Threat

Power: Immortality, Control Reality, Domain Administrator, Universal Gate…

History: Demon King Hujarar was crowned as the King of Hell at the age of 7 when he killed the king of that era. He was feared by many and proved to be a lethal threat to the universe. A thousand ancient beings felt threatened by his existence, but only a hundred of them stood up and fought against him. After countless millenniums of battle, Hujarar made a deal for peace, conquering more than a million worlds and presenting them to the ancient beings as the price for his peace.

Aldred got dizzy from the long list of titles, skills, and ten thousand paragraphs worth of history. Alright, this man was powerful. He got it, and that was enough. Why did it need to tell him about the man’s whole life?

When he wanted the writings in the air to be gone, they disappeared just like that. That was very convenient._-.

“Aldred,” the man said. “What a beautiful name. You will be a wise boy when you grow up. I am sure of it.”

Aldred was touched by his fatherly gaze but he had to apologize for not coming up to the expectation because he didn’t plan to be wise at all, he wanted to have fun.

His past life was miserable, the only escape he had from reality was reading old books that he had downloaded on his old phone which he received from someone who did not want it. It was cracked and the screen was about to fall off, but it was the only thing he had.

Fantasy books always made him smile, they brought him into the imagination of the writer.

It helped him in forgetting about the bitter reality which was his past life, but now since his fantasy had come true, he didn’t plan to waste it.

‘Thank you, God, For giving me a chance, and for giving me a life that I can be grateful for.’

The twenty-year-old woman smiled. She caressed his head. “Aldred. A lovely name.”

Eve kissed his forehead and stood up from her seat. She softly shook him up and down while singing him a lullaby song. Her voice was ethereal beyond measure like it came from heaven itself.

It was of nature, calm like the water, yet fresh like the sensation of the morning air. Aldred felt sleepy. He couldn’t help but closed his eyes as he drifted into a dream.

Four months had passed.

Time worked differently for Eve and Hujarar. For them, four months was a blink of an eye, but for Aldred, it was quite a long time.

His life was very comfortable in his new home. His mother provided him with milk and love every single day. His father had never whipped him with a belt or hurt him in any way.

His sister would play with him whenever she got home from school.

What was more interesting was that his ‘home’ was actually a large floating castle that drifted above the clouds.

Eve picked him up as he crawled on the ground. She strode to the balcony. The sight in the sky was beautiful with countless stars and moon. A streak of color ran straight in the sky.

The sun was always rising, this was because the castle always moved away from the sun. His father and mother found out that sunrise was his favorite time of the day, so they control the castle for him.

He had heard that they could just stop the planet from rotating or just put the sun in a different place but that would disrupt the native beings on this planet.

Aldred sighed in relief for all the innocent lives that were saved.

His mother smiled on the balcony with her arms wrapped around him.

His father came from inside and hugged her from behind. “Beautiful isn’t it.”

Eve nodded.

“Say, Aldred, do you want to fly?”

Aldred was nervous. Even though he had killed himself by falling from a bridge, he actually was afraid of heights.

Eve laughed. “Of course, he wants to. Look how excited he is.”

Hujarar smiled. “Then let us fly.”

Aldred was nervous at first. He closed his eyes as the three of them slowly floated, leaving the flying castle.

The wind softly brushed against his face, and his mother held his little hand. “There is nothing to be afraid of.”

Aldred opened his eyes and feasted upon the wonders of the world. Colorful fluffy clouds floated around them, along with horses streaking around.

His eyes glittered. Something he only saw in books was now presented in his reality. Aldred couldn’t believe that this was now his life.

It was like yesterday he was still begging for food, but now…

Now life was good.

He felt thankful. All the sufferings he had experienced were worth the price for this paradise. He had two loving parents, a dream-like world, and reality-bending power that he didn’t dare to imagine.

Tears fell from his eyes.

Hujarar panicked. “Aldred why are you crying. Eve, what should we do?”

“We should return. Maybe the horses scared him.”

Hujarar nodded. “Let me make those horses extinct first.”

Eve grabbed his hand. “Don’t show violence to our baby.”

Hujarar scratched his head apologetically. “Sorry.”

The three of them returned to the balcony and his mother sang him a song to calm him down.

“Johny. Johny. Yes, papa.”

It was such a wonderful song.