"Perfect..."
Xie Xin stood at the top of a mountain, gazing over the cityscape below.
The buildings had toppled over like a child's wooden blocks, the streets were filled with blood, and the river flowed with flames.
It was a picture of the end of the eastern city.
And he was the one who had painted it.
His gaze swept over the horizon, feeling the wind sweep through his hair and the weight of his black cloak fluttering behind him.
His long, silver hair flowed like a river in the wind, and his red eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
Yes, this was the world he had created.
The world that he wanted.Â
A world of chaos and destruction, a world that burned in blood and fire.
"Perfect," he repeated, smiling.
He felt a sense of contentment, the kind of satisfaction that only came from creating something that was truly his own.
Bahhhhhhhwuuuuu!
The sound of a war trumpet suddenly rang out, echoing through the air.
Xie Xin raised an eyebrow, narrowing his gaze to look towards the horizon.
Who could it be? He thought, his smile fading.
The war trumpet was a rare and precious artifact, one that would attract any hero looking for a challenge.
And here, in the ruined city, only he and his army were left.
No, he thought to himself.
This wasn't the time for a battle.
His body was still weak from the energy it took to destroy a city, he wasn't ready to fight.
Just as he thought that, an arrow flew through the air, striking him in the chest.
He felt a sharp pain and a jolt of electricity, his heart stopping for a moment.
His body shuddered, blood spraying out from his lips.
He fell backwards, clutching at his chest in disbelief.
And then...
He felt another sharp pain as another arrow struck him, piercing through his shoulder and out the other side.
And then another.
And another.
Four divine arrows had pierced him in a blink of an eye.
"Four arrows..." he whispered, his mind numb.
He looked upwards and saw a man standing on the mountain above him.
"You're pretty strong," he said, his voice barely audible.
"But I'm still going to live..."he coughed, his red eyes glinting with determination.
He thought to himself, I'll take your head after I defeat you!
"You're strong," the other man replied, his voice cool and calm.
"But you won't live."
He raised his hand and pulled out the divine arrow that had been pierced through Xie Xin's chest.
Then, he lifted his foot and kicked Xie XIn off the mountain.
He watched as Xie Xin fell backwards, plummeting towards the earth.
He heard the other man's shout of rage and determination, but didn't care.
He had already won.
'If anger is your strength, then I've already mastered it,' he thought, smiling.
He walked off the mountain, disappearing into the smoke.
The last thing Xie Xin thought as his body crashed into the earth was, 'I'll kill him!' before he died.
A voice echoed in the air, a cold, sharp voice.
Xie Xin awoke to find himself standing on an empty, barren plain.
The sky above was gray and lifeless, the earth beneath his feet was dry and cracked.
The only thing around him was a throne, standing tall and imposing in the distance.
A being sat upon it, a being of unimaginable power.
Its eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion, its skin was as black as coal.
"I will retire," it said in a cold, mechanical voice.
"I have chosen my successor."
It lifted its head to look at the horizon and raised its hand, pointing to Xie Xin.
"You," it said.
"You will be my successor. You will be the next demon king."
The being then closed its eyes and disappeared, turning into a cloud of smoke that vanished into the air.
Xie Xin looked around in confusion, trying to understand what was happening.
The barren plain disappeared and the sky turned back into its usual blue colour.
The earth beneath his feet became soft and fertile, with green grass growing thickly over the ground.
He turned to look and saw people cultivating on the ground, their bodies glowing with golden light.
He then looked down at himself and gasped in surprise.
His long silver hair had shortened, now only reaching his chest.
His red eyes had turned back to a normal brown colour.
And his black cloak had changed to a white tunic.
"Young! I am young again!" he shouted in joy.Â
He then raised his hands to look at them and laughed.
"This is wonderful! I'll go crazy!"
He turned to look at the people cultivating on the ground and thought, oh i'am going to have a lot of fun.
He then raised his head to look at the sky and saw a holographic screen floating in the air.
He looked at it in surprise and thought, what the hell is that?
He then saw a text on the screen.
[Congratulations, Xie Xin, you have been chosen to be the demon king of this world]
[Good luck on your journey]
He thought to himself, Demon king? What do you mean? He looked down at his hands and saw that he was still holding the demonic saber in his hand.
Hahahaha
He laughed and thought, 'Ah, I see. I understand.'Â
[You have been tasked to become the demon king of the cultivation realm]
[Please choose your path carefully]
[S-rank path: You have a high chance of becoming the demon king within a short span of time but also a high risk of failure]
[B-rank path: A safe and steady path to becoming the demon king]
[C-rank path: A path that will take a long time to become the demon king]
He read the text and laughed, 'Demon king? This is easy.' He chose the s-rank path.
[S Rank Path: Good Luck, Xie Xin.]
Suddenly everyone around him stopped cultivating and started looking at him, their eyes filled with hatered and anger.
Xie Xin laughed and said, 'They hate me already?'
He looked around and saw the text on the holographic screen.
[Xie Xin: Villain, Demon King of the Cultivation Realm]
He thought to himself,' Let's begin the painting of my life. The painting of the demon king!' he said, raising his demonic saber into the air.
He then walked forward, laughing maniacally.
"I am afraid your going to die." A voice spoke behind him.
Xie Xin turned to see a beautiful woman with golden hair, wearing a white dress.
Her eyes were as blue as the sea and her skin was as pale as snow.
She was holding a sword and her body was glowing with a golden light.
"Are you the hero today?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," she replied, her voice cold and devoid of emotion.
"Then why don't we fight?" he said with a smile.Â
"I'm eager to see if you're strong enough." He looked her up and down and laughed. "You're beautiful, so let's enjoy this fight."
He lifted his hand and pointed the tip of his demonic saber at her.
"Let's dance," he said and charged forward.Â
She charged forward as well, her sword shining with a golden light.