{Demon Continent}
*Wooooosh*
*Thup thup thup*
In a sandy landscape, filled with the cold of the night, two people were running as if their life depended on it.
Because it did.
The first one was a man who could be described as incredibly handsome, with pale skin and green hair.
He was a Demon from the Superb tribe, but he was missing his third eye, having a deep scar on his forehead instead.
In his hand was a spear, he wasn't that good at using it though as he was a magician, his mana pool however was completely empty, so he had to do with what he had.
Beside him was an equally stunning woman, with jade like skin and white hair that could mesmerize anyone who sees it.
In her hand was a cloth covering something.
'Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!' Screamed the demon in his mind, 'From all the people in this world, why did it have to be hi-' his thoughts were cut off in that instance, literally.
The Superd's head went rolling in the air, while his body still kept running like a headless chicken.
"LUDE! Aaa… Aaaaghhhh!" The woman screamed in despair, her eyes filled with tears. Seeing that her husband was dead, she felt indescribable sadness.
This was the man she dreamt of having a long life with, sadly, faith had other arrangements.
A long sword cut through her torso like a flaming knife on butter, ending her life in that moment.
The wilder of the sword didn't stop however, they sliced the poor woman's neck, taking her neck with them as a trophy.
'Hilda, a sky folk and the assassin responsible for the death of multiple people in the war, bounty: 800 golden coins dead or alive."
The killer was dressed in a dark robe, with a long sword hanging on his belt, next to it was the Superd's head, attached to the belt using a magic string.
They put the woman's head next to it before hiding it under their robe.
It was the current generation's Death God, ranked fifth among the great powers.
The Death God knelt down, grabbing the cloth Hilda was holding.
In it was a child that was sleeping soundly, oblivious to the fact that both of his parents were dead.
'Not my problem' thought the killer.
He left the little boy there, walking back to where his father's corpse lay.
There he searched the body for something, but he didn't find it.
He clicked his tongue, thinking of the guy he just slaughtered. 'Lude Superdia, a demon folk and the right hand of Demon God Laplace before his defeat, when he found that his third eye could see Laplace's weak point, he deliberately plucked it out and made the plan to transfer his master's curse to his own people, bounty: 5 000 golden coins dead or alive.
He was laying low with his wife in the Demon Continent while holding Laplace's life force in a magic item, that would have made me millions but he doesn't seem to have it, too bad.'
The Death God left the place disappointed, deciding to return to his home in the Shiron Kingdom.
What he didn't know however was that the child he left was actually fed that life force and was absorbing the life force he was searching for right here and now, his father was told Laplace that if he had a son with Hilda, there son would be born with a Laplace factor, he instructed him to use his life force on his child to further strengthen the factor while gathering other people born with, building an small tribe.
Laplace hoped that he would be born one day from that tribe with all the people born with his factor mating with each other.
Sadly for him, the Death God's greed destroyed his plan.
The kid finished absorbing the life force after some time, turning his white hair into an emerald green color.
The poor infant was just born not even an hour earlier, so taking the life force of a Demon God moments after his birth destroyed his fragile soul.
While fate frowned upon him, it smiled at another soul.
In his place, someone took over his body.
This man will be later known as the Greatest Man to ever live in this world, but right now, he was nothing more than a confused man in a baby's body.