"Isn't that the strongest person in the whole empire" these were the words soldiers were screaming on the battleground mixed with fear. He was the person that no one would have expected to join the war as his magic was too unique to the world he now lived in.

"Finally done with the work", said a certain person while stretching his back and fixing his work table. He thought in his mind, "only if he had been born in some other world with a unique ability.

Suddenly a flash of light appeared before him from which came a beautiful lady saying "i has't hath heard thy wisheth, t shalt beest did grant to thee by the goddess of demons Lilith", looking towards the Goddess he said "if it is possible then please if you would do it", the man was mentally tired not able to process anything what happened afterwards, but he remembered one sentence before waking up in his new body as an infant.

"thee shalt becometh the strongest in the new w'rld and liveth by the nameth of Nye".

Once the child opened his eyes he found himself surrounded by people, all whispering "isn't his majesties son looking just like him", paying no heed to the whispers the newly born child came to the final answer of that he was reincarnated as a prince of a nation.

"Alas!", said a certain person, judging from the appearance he seemed to be a magician of high tier. Responding to him said his majesty,"Arbiel, status what is the status of the child", responding to which said the magician, "alas!, my majesty, this child can never use the elemental powers, his status shows he has been cursed but the goddess herself."

"He is not my child then, dispose off him quickly and spread the word that the child was born dead.", said his majesty to his loyal soldiers and nobles present in the room.

"Cursed, but the goddess asked me to become the strongest then why did she curse me" thought the child to himself. He used the simplest way he thought of to check his status which didn't show any curse status on him but rather showed 'Ars Daemonum-The art of demons' a unique skill already at the highest possible level.

It was a skill that no one knew about in this world and he was the only user. After all the talks finished the soldiers took the child with themselves and headed to the forest, where a large amount of monsters were found. "I can't do this", said a certain soldier and said he would take care of the child himself while report the death of the prince.

The soldier was no other but the strongest person of the empire's army. He spread some monster blood on the cloak of the child and left it there, and reported later that the child was eaten by a monster when they checked later. That person took the child home, he had no children of his own but he now had one he adopted, carrying him on his hands he said to the child that your name is "Nye".

Names in this world were not chosen by the people but rather were given to them by the Gods, Nye understood that since he could see the status of people. "You idiot battle maniac, give the child to me how would you know how to take care of a child" said a certain women while entering from the door. She was the wife of that person.

They were a happy couple but God never blessed them with the joy of a child. "I am Alfie and this is Blake.", said the women to the child. Alfie was a caring ideal mother, while as Blake was a battle junkie always training with his two-handed long sword.

After 2 years, Nye was finally able to talk normally to some extent, he was always thinking of how to activate the ability he had, but the problem was no one in the world ever possessed the ability, so he was stuck learning on his own. Until one day, when he somehow got the grasp of how his ability worked.

It was an ability to summon the higher demons as well as use their abilities freely without any cost of mana. He got a good hold on the ability as he continued to summon the higher demons.