I have done many bad things in my life, I worked as a cleaner that cleaned rich people's problems. I have seen many things, a young man killing his brother for his company, a rich man drugging young women, a father doing many things with his daughters and I cleaned all of them up.

I was a very rich man because my services were expensive, they always said you couldn't buy happiness with money but I bought it, I even bought humans and love. There was one thing I couldn't buy and that was the afterlife, I couldn't buy my way out of hell.

"I wish this was the middle ages so I could buy a place in heaven with gold." That was my only wish, I laughed and then I drove my car off a cliff.

I opened my eyes and looked around, there were people around me and all of them were wearing a weird cult robe. I was experienced with these kinds of things, I have been into many satanic orgies but this was different because these people had actual horns and imps beside them.

A man entered the room, he had horns and black wings. He wore a fancy king outfit and a beautiful golden crown that was covered with gems. I was also experienced with these things, I had a nobility status in many countries.

He was a handsome middle-aged man with long black hair and green eyes. He was much taller than me and he was directly looking at me with an angry expression on his face. He started to talk in a mighty tone.

"I am The Demon King Yelvris."

"Demon? So, I am in hell."

"No, you are not. I summoned you here as a hero."

"Hero? Me? Don't make me laugh, I can never be a hero."

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"My people are suffering because of humanity, we fought many wars with them and they all won because of their summoned heroes, all of them are powerful and they are easily gullible. They say the demons are the bad guys but in reality, they are the ones who are destroying our homes and genociding us!"

"They? Who are they?"

"The royal family! Three hundred years ago a gentle king ruled the human kingdom but a civil war broke out and he had to borrow money from bad people. Those bad people were a crime family went by the name "Rosenburgs." After the civil war ended the Rosenburgs demanded the king's daughter marry a member of their family and he accepted. The Rosenburgs got so powerful that they killed everyone that had the old royal blood and made themselves the royal family."

"I am sorry but what do you want me to do? Kill them all?"

"If you can."

"And how will I do that? What will I gain from it?"

"Killing all of them should grant you a place in heaven, you will be summoned to their palace as a hero soon. We also changed your body because it was full of scars."

"So that's why I felt so young! I accept your offer."

"Good luck, hero." After he said that I was summoned into another room, there were other young people around me that were summoned and there were priests wearing white robes around us. The doors were opened by a guard and tens of nobles walked into the room, all of them seemed related. These were probably the Rosenburgs and there was a gentle old man standing in the middle, he wore a crown and a red cape. This man was the king.

"O! Heroes, you have finally come to save us from the demons." He said, this man was the best actor I have ever seen, even I would be tricked by this man.

"You all must be confused, please let me explain…." He started to explain how the demons did bad things and who we were, I already knew his lies so I didn't bother listening to it. I noticed a young man at the very back, he looked to be shy and gullible. My first target became clear.

"Please, pick a royal member to guide you. Each of us will offer our services, after all, you are the heroes." The king was giving his family members a pet hero, it was probably to keep them happy. I walked to the young man and offered my hand, he looked surprised but then he shook my hand.

"I am The Fifth Prince Agustus and you sir?" He said.

"The name is Harn. I was just a plain ol' farmer back in my world." Everyone trusted an old farmer that had an accent and this seemed to work.

"Let me guide you then.

"Thanks, boy!" And so my life as a great hero started.