The Transmigrator Demon King

The sky of the Demon Realm was eternally a dark purple. Thick clouds hung low, occasionally pierced by flashes of dark red lightning that illuminated the rolling black mountain ranges below.

The Demon King's Palace.

Deep within the grand hall, upon the throne, sat a woman dressed in a long black gown.

She had waist-length hair, its strands the purest dark purple, devoid of any other shade.

Her exquisite face bore no expression. Her purple eyes were as deep as pools, yet they hid a trace of exhaustion and weariness that did not match her apparent age.

She was the Demon King of the Aether Continent, Evelina.

She had been sitting there for three days.

Her leg was bouncing—a habit she had developed over dozens of reincarnations. Whenever something happened that was out of her control, she would do this.

"Your Majesty."

A demon general clad in black armor knelt on one knee in the center of the hall. His voice carried an unconcealable fear.

"Lord of Time, Lord of Plague, Lord of Space... they are all dead."

Evelina raised her eyes, showing neither sorrow nor joy. Her voice was so calm it lacked a single ripple: "Who did it?"

"It was that man... the man who killed Lord Kassiel..." The demon general bowed his head even lower.

"That man..."

Evelina frowned slightly.

Memories of dozens of reincarnations flashed rapidly through her mind: from the panic of her first rebirth, to the subsequent numbness and apathy, and finally to the icy coldness of her last cycle, when a Hero wielding a holy sword pierced her heart.

However, there was still no memory of this man.

She was actually a transmigrator.

Decades ago, she had been playing a computer game called "Aether Continent." When she opened her eyes, she had become the Demon King of this world.

The system told her that as long as she conquered the entire Aether Continent, she could return to her original world.

She thought it would be simple.

But she was wrong.

This world had a Hero.

Every time, right when she was on the verge of unifying the continent, the Hero would be born.

Every time, the Hero's power would be stronger than the last. She had tried assassination, she had tried seduction, she had tried various methods to prevent the Hero's birth, but all had failed.

She died time and time again, and was reborn time and time again.

It wasn't until her thirteenth rebirth that she finally discovered a secret: the Hero was the embodiment of humanity's hope.

As long as she controlled the human population and ground down their hope, the Hero would never be born.

Thus, she established human pastures.

She penned humans up like livestock, extracting their souls and vitality, grinding away their will and dignity. She killed all humans who dared to resist, leaving the rest to eke out a living in despair and numbness.

This time, ten years had already passed.

For ten years, no Hero had been born.

She thought she had finally succeeded.

If she just had one more year, she could absorb enough soul power to completely unify the continent and return to her own world.

But now, a mysterious man had suddenly appeared and killed four of her Demon Lords in one breath.

This person was not in her memories of any previous reincarnation.

He was an anomaly.

Evelina felt as if she was being punished by the heavens themselves. Otherwise, why would a powerful human suddenly descend like a deus ex machina right when she was so close to success?

Evelina's gaze darkened.

An anomaly meant a loss of control. And a loss of control meant she might fail again, plunging back into endless cycles of reincarnation.

She could not accept this.

"I want to go home..." Evelina murmured.

"Your Majesty!"

Another demon general stumbled into the hall, his face full of terror.

"Terrible news, Your Majesty! The Church of Light has allied with all human factions, rallying an army of two hundred thousand! They've split into ten routes and launched an attack on all our human pastures!"

"What?!"

Evelina abruptly stood up from the throne, an expression of disbelief appearing on her face for the first time.

An army of two hundred thousand?

Taking the initiative to attack?

How was this possible?!

Where did they get the nerve?!

In all her previous reincarnations, humanity had always cowered within the Holy Mountain's barrier, not even daring to show their faces.

Let alone attacking on their own initiative, even when the demon army marched right up to their gates, they would only shut their doors tight and pray for the Goddess of Light's protection.

And now, they actually dared to assemble an army of two hundred thousand and attack her human pastures?

"Who gave them the courage?!" Evelina's voice carried a trace of imperceptible anger.

"It's... it's that man," the demon general said, trembling. "I heard that at the Holy Mountain, he killed three bishops who opposed deploying troops with a single strike, and then forcefully united all the human factions... He also said he would destroy all our human pastures within a week and kill you."

"Kill me?"

Evelina laughed, her laughter filled with endless mockery and sorrow.

Dozens of times.

Dozens of times, and every time, it was the Hero who said they would kill her. Every time, she died beneath the Hero's sword.

This time, there was no Hero, but a strange man had come instead.

"Interesting."

She slowly descended from the throne. Her long black gown trailed across the cold floor, making a rustling sound.

"I want to see exactly what kind of background this man who suddenly popped up has."

She walked to the entrance of the great hall and looked up at the dark purple sky, a flash of absolute resolve in her purple eyes.

She had already been reborn forty-two times.

Forty-two reincarnations, forty-two failures, forty-two descents into despair.

She had had enough.

This time, she could not lose.

Clearly, the Hero hadn't even appeared this time. Since heaven wanted her to die, she would defy heaven itself.

"Thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west. Do not bully a young girl for being poor." The Demon King's eyes were full of determination.

Even though she realized that the man's proactive strike might be because he possessed some sort of backing, or perhaps was using some scheme against her.

She absolutely could not let things slide. She had to seize the initiative with her own hands!

"Pass down my orders."

Evelina's voice was cold and majestic, echoing throughout the entire Demon King's Palace.

"Mobilize all demon forces. Head to the front lines immediately and slaughter all human armies."

"All Demon Lords shall march to war with me."

"I want him to know that the only outcome of provoking the Demon King is death."

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

All the demon generals answered in unison, their voices filled with awe and fear.

Evelina took a deep breath and clenched her fists. Her nails dug deeply into her palms, drawing blood, but she remained completely oblivious to it.

She gazed into the distance toward the human world, her eyes resolute.

Go home.

She absolutely had to go home.

No matter who it was, no matter what anomaly occurred, nothing could stop her.

Anyone who stood in her way had to die.

Under the dark purple sky, countless demon soldiers surged from the mountain ranges like a black tide, galloping toward the human world.

The earth trembled, and the air burned.