"At long last, after 7,000 years, the demon race will crumble in the palm of my hand…"
Jim whispered coldly, a cruel glint lurking behind his typically calm gaze.
If there were a list of individuals in the world who harbored the most animosity towards the Demon race, Jim would undoubtedly rank among the top ten.
In his childhood, Jim was merely an orphan raised in an orphanage within the Imperial Capital.
Of course, being an orphan didn't imply he was abandoned by his parents or the like.
His parents met their demise at the hands of demons in the village where they once resided.
His village, situated near the border, fell victim to the war between the Empire and the Demon Race, resulting in the tragic demise of the entire village, including his parents.
Jim still vividly remembers how his parents hid him in a small crate, and at the tender age of 5, he witnessed their brutal murder by the Demon Army through a hole in the crate.
