Inside a small room, a young man sat on a simple chair. Before him, lying on a couch, was a beautiful woman, wearing nothing but a loose robe. She appeared calm, yet there was an air of power around her.
"Can you send me back?" the young man asked, his voice full of frustration.
The woman sighed heavily, her eyes flashing with irritation. "How many times do I need to tell you this! I CAN'T!" she snapped, her tone sharp.
The young man clenched his fists, trying to stay calm. "Why are you so angry? You killed me! I should be the one who's angry!"
The woman just sighed again, her expression softening for a brief moment. "You're right," she admitted reluctantly. "But I tried to redeem it. You're the one who doesn't want a second chance."
He shook his head. "I do! Please, just send me back."
Without warning, the goddess raised her hand, and a burst of energy surged from her. A few wine bottles exploded nearby, shattering into glass. The young man looked around, confused. "Why were those even here in the first place?" he muttered under his breath.
"Calm down! Maybe you should see a psychologist. That anger of yours might be a real problem."
"I don't need it," she said quickly, trying to hide her growing frustration. "Tell me, do you want me to become your champion or not?"
The goddess tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable.
"What's in it for me?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I can give you a powerful system. Isn't that what all Earthlings want?" she replied, her voice dripping with amusement. "A chance to grow stronger, to become something more."
The young man stared at her. "I want my body back."
The goddess blinked, clearly surprised. "I don't understand," she said slowly. "Why would you want it back? You weren't even that good-looking, and you had a small... well, cock."
"It was AVERAGE!" he retorted, his face turning red.
"Maybe for Asian standards," she quipped, her lips curling into a playful smile.
"Why do you care? It's my body!" he shot back, unable to hold back his frustration.
"I don't want to care anymore," she said, waving him off dismissively. "Let me make this clear. If you become my champion, I can let you have a harem of beauties. Mommies, big sisters, childhood friends, even the cursed loli."
He stared at her, blinking in disbelief. "You... you really had all this planned out for me?"
She just smiled. "Calm down. You only need to do one favor for me."
He crossed his arms, clearly suspicious. "What kind of favor?"
"It's simple," she said, her tone suddenly more serious. "You just need to kill someone for me."
The young man's eyes widened. "Kill someone? I've never killed anyone before!"
"Don't worry," the goddess reassured him. "It will take some time before you even have the chance to kill her. You'll be ready when the time comes."
"Who is she?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly with uncertainty.
"You don't need to know just yet," she said with a wave of her hand. "Just remember: kill her when the time comes. That's all I ask."
He stood there for a moment, unsure, but finally nodded. "Fine. I'll do it." Michael didn't want to argue any further. It seemed like the only way forward.
The goddess smiled again, her aura crackling with power. "My time's up. Have a nice stay. I've given you some cheats. Have fun with them."
Suddenly, Michael felt a strange warmth flooding through him, and everything around him began to blur. His vision dimmed, and he felt lightheaded. Before he could process what was happening, his body went limp, and he lost consciousness.
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"Why doesn't he cry?" a worried voice sounded through the room.
"I'm not sure, my lady," the midwife answered. "Maybe it's a good thing?"
"Does he even breathe?" the father of the child asked, concern evident in his voice.
"He does, my lord."
Suddenly, the door burst open.
"My lord, the Demon Saints want to meet you. The Human Emperor is causing trouble!"
"This bastard!" the man cursed. "Can I leave?"
The woman on the bed, holding the child in her arms, looked a little angry but still answered, "Hurry!"
The child observed the entire conversation. Maybe I should cry?
"Ahhhhhh!" Then, he started to cry.
"Look, he wants you to come back fast, too," the woman used her baby as an excuse.
"Little one, I'll be back as fast as I can. Let me go and kill that bastard."
"Wait..." the mother stopped him. "Give him a name."
"A name?" The man paused. "Well... let's call him Ravon."
"Ravon... it sounds lovely." The woman smiled weakly.
Ravon, who heard this, was quite satisfied. A name that suits me. Before long, he fell asleep. After all, this was the body of a baby. Even though not a human one, he still needed rest.
The mother continued to smile, gently kissing her baby on the head. Little did anyone know, the baby in her arms was actually none other than Michael, a 20-year-old man trapped in the form of a child.
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8 Years Later
Inside the large Lucifer Mansion, Ravon was sleeping soundly on a big tree branch. Over the years, he had grown a lot. Now, at 8 years old, he was as big as a 12-year-old. His silver hair, once fine and soft, was now thick and short. Two horns curled out from his forehead, one on each side, marking him as different from humans.
Suddenly, a voice called out.
"RAVON!"
"RAVOON!"
It was Kaelen, Ravon's older brother and the firstborn son of House Lucifer. Kaelen, now 16, was the future head of the family. He was tall and strong, and his voice always had a commanding tone, but Ravon could tell he cared about him.
"Father said I should train you today..."
"Come down from that tree, Ravon. I know you're up there again."
It wasn't unusual for Ravon to sleep high in the trees. It was his favorite spot to escape from the pressure of constant training. Kaelen found him easily, as always.
With his eyes still closed, Ravon lazily answered, "Sure."
"Training, training... that's all it ever is," Ravon thought. He understood he was part of a noble family, but sometimes he wished they would let him have a break. It felt like everyone was depending on him to be perfect, and he was just a child.
Boom!
Ravon jumped down from the tree, landing lightly on the ground. From that height, a normal person would be hurt, but Ravon landed like it was nothing. His strength was growing fast, and he was still just 8 years old. He couldn't wait to see how strong he would be when he was older.
"Show me your flame."
Ravon nodded and raised his hand. A small flame appeared above his palm. It was dark, with a mix of black, red, and blue, making it look dangerous. It wasn't the kind of fire that anyone could control - it looked like it could burn everything in its path. Like it was born to devour.
"Fire it at the dummy," Kaelen said, pointing to the wooden dummies in the garden.
Ravon didn't hesitate. He aimed and fired several flames at the dummies. Each one was quickly engulfed by the dark fire, burning them to ashes in seconds. The flames were so hot, the dummies didn't even last long enough to fall over. It was clear that Ravon had mastered this power.
"You hit them all?" Kaelen asked, looking impressed but trying to stay serious. "Well, you don't need to train this anymore. Let's move on to the next one."
"Rather than burning it, try not to burn it."
Kaelen's new challenge was more difficult. Instead of using his fire to destroy, Ravon now had to control it. He had to make sure the fire didn't burn anything, just enough to show he could control it.
Ravon focused hard, making the flames smaller. They flickered, a mix of dark colors swirling above his hand. Slowly, he pointed at the dummy and shot a small flame. It just barely touched the wooden dummy, not enough to burn it completely, but enough to singe the edges.
"Good," Kaelen said, nodding. "That's better. But remember, control is just as important as power."
The fire was his strength, but he had to learn to control it, or it could hurt those around him.
As Ravon looked at the dummy he had just burned, he couldn't help but wonder how long he would be forced to train.
It was almost time for the system to unseal.
The goddess hadn't lied. She had really given him a system, but there was one problem.
System: Sealed
Unsealing: At 16th Birthday
Ravon didn't understand why. He could have grown much stronger with it, but this was how it was. The system wouldn't unlock until his 16th birthday.
But in a way, Ravon wasn't upset. He knew he couldn't rely on it entirely. He would treat it as an extra tool, like an exam he could pass without depending on. That alone made it valuable.
"Go, and take your political lessons now," Kaelen, his older brother, said.
"Oh right, politics…" Ravon muttered, clearly annoyed. Politics was his least favorite subject, but as a noble, it was necessary.
Only 8 more years, and the system will awaken. Then Father will finally let me go to the human world.
Ravon couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. The day when he could leave the underworld and see the surface world was fast approaching. The underworld had no sun, no fresh air, nothing like what he was used to.
He walked through the mansion, heading toward his teacher's study. Today would be another long lesson, but the thought of the future kept him going.