The towering demoness introduces herself with a grand flourish. "I am Selene, proud sister of the now-fallen Demon King, Selena, left in charge with the Demonic Army due to obvious circumstances!" she declares, her voice resolute, echoing through the chamber. After her introduction, she adopts a poised stance, calming down after mentioning the—I assume deceased— Demon King... By the way, why is it Demon King and not Queen? Is it a title thingy? Anyway, she was now waiting for me to follow suit.
"Fine, fine!" I huff, unfolding my arms, ready to act. "For starters, my name is Raimón Alfieri. I’m 23 years old, but as I said before, just call me Rai! I won’t answer to any nicknames or weird titles, capiche?" I pause, glancing at their expectant faces. "I’m a university student, not that it matters now. Oh, and I’m a huge fan of novels and caffeine. That combo’s not the healthiest, so I’ve been faithful to the gym for the past nine years. That’s right—you’ve got yourselves a summon with a killer body. Lucky you!"
I strike a quick pose, flexing just enough to show off. Maybe this’ll lighten the mood a bit.
Selene beams at me, her joy practically radiating through the hall. "Those are amazing news, Rai! That introduction... It means your training will be fast, and the Demon race will be one step closer to its goal!"
Her voice rings with genuine delight, and for a brief, fleeting moment, I allow myself to bask in her praise. Not gonna lie, if she decided to let the joy possess her, and bear-hug me—burying me in that generously endowed chest of hers—I wouldn’t resist. In fact, if that was the way I'd ascend the heavens, I’d consider it "a good death."
Before my thoughts can spiral any further, a new figure steps forward. It’s a Centaur woman, her golden hair cascading down her back, paired with piercing blue eyes that seem to analyze my every move. Beside her looms an Obsidian Minotaur, his muscles glistening like polished stone under the faint light.
The Centaur speaks, her voice calm yet commanding. “To aid you in understanding your potential, we must teach you about the system.”
I blink. “System?”
“Yes,” she replies, her tone serious. “The system that governs your abilities in this world.”
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And… I lose it.
“Pfft… HAHAHAHA!” I double over, clutching my sides as laughter erupts from me. “A… a system? Really? That’s what we’re doing?” Tears prick the corners of my eyes as I struggle to catch my breath. “You’ve got demons, magic, and probably a prophecy or two, and you’re telling me there’s a system? What, do I get XP too?”
The demons exchange confused glances, clearly unamused by my reaction. The Centaur’s expression tightens, a hint of irritation breaking through her calm demeanor. “The system is not that easy. By meditating, you can attune yourself to it and uncover your strengths.”
“So… it’s magic yoga?” I ask, still grinning.
The Minotaur’s nostrils flare, but the Centaur holds up a hand to silence him. “If that analogy helps you understand, then yes.”
I shrug. “Alright, magic yoga it is. Lead the way.”
They guide me to a quiet chamber, insisting I begin meditating immediately. I’m skeptical, but the idea of unlocking cool powers—maybe even flying—is too tempting to pass up. Who wouldn’t want to zoom through the skies like a superhero? Don't lie! We've all dreamed of it at least once as children!
Meditation... START!
Minutes pass.
Hours pass.
Then a day.
My enthusiasm fades, replaced by mounting frustration. Thirty hours of meditation, and I’ve got nothing. No powers, no mana connection, zilch.
“This is bullshit,” I grumble, pacing the room. “There’s no way I’m some powerless loser. I didn’t sign up to be a strategist. Strategy is boring. I want to fly!”
Exhausted, I collapse onto the ridiculously comfortable bed in my room. For a demonic stronghold, their accommodations are surprisingly luxurious. My body refuses to move another inch, so I do what any sane person would in a life or death situation: I pull out my phone.
Scrolling aimlessly has always been my go-to way to unwind, and tonight is no exception. But as I flick through my apps, something catches my eye. A new icon has appeared on my home screen. It’s a sleek logo I don’t recognize.
Curious, I tap it. The screen flickers to life, revealing… my stats. Powers, spells, mana capacity, and a bunch of other information I couldn’t make sense of during my meditation sessions. It’s all laid out in a clean, user-friendly interface. I return to the main menu of my smart, and check out the app's logo... With big, bold letters, it wore the name: Rai.
I stare at it, slack-jawed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
All that effort, all that frustration—and the answer was literally in my pocket the whole time. Shaking my head, I let out a defeated laugh. “Well, at least the demons won’t kill me for being useless now.”
With that comforting thought, I toss my phone aside and drift off to sleep, a satisfied smile on my face. Guess I’ll check further details about my powers tomorrow.