THE STORY OF HEROES AND DEMONS
Sena Gelael Ars

The old man was severely beaten by the two guard soldiers, everyone around did not dare to help or defend him, as opposing the soldier who was on duty would be a bad thing.

'Hey you don't know how to politely play at old parents, if you are Azab soap opera players, cursed to be a stone, then you know the taste.'

Zen walked over, although it was considered wrong but he was more unhappy to see the old man being persecuted.

"Sorry sir, isn't this overkill, he's just a helpless old man." Zen said standing beside them.

The soldier was not happy that the spear in his hand was pointed at Zen...."Boy, you go, or you get the same punishment as him."

Without any fear, Zen directed his eyes at the two warriors directly and said.

"Master can you go and assume all the problems are over." Again Zen replied.

But this time, the two warriors obeyed Zen's request obediently and went towards where they were standing guard without looking back.

"Are you okay cake." Zen asked while helping him stand up.

"Thank you young man.haaaaaahhhhh."

Suddenly the old man was surprised he pushed back Zen's body with a face full of cold sweat and a frightened expression.

People around you are starting to notice.

"What's up..."

"What's up... Grandpa's gonna find trouble again."

"Red eye.... That's red eyes..." Show him with a trembling body.

The faces of the people seemed to be in disbelief, moreover they knew Zen the son of doctor Remus.

As the son of a doctor who is known to be generous and often treat people in the city of Villian for free, of course they cannot be arbitrary accused.

"That's impossible grandpa, how could the red-eyed demons be here, they've been exterminated decades ago." Say those who don't believe.

"But there it is, she .... That kid, he has red eyes."

Zen slowly approached, he did not feel afraid or hesitant to speak..."I may have red eyes."

"What!!!." They're shocked.

"Look, I fell this morning and my eyes were in the dust, so this is what happened." Show everyone's eyes.

"Ahhhh so it is...." People breathe easy.

"Look grandfather, this boy's eyes are just dust, but you always make a fuss." They started defending Zen.

"You have to believe, you have to believe, those red-eyed demons could have killed us all."

"Have Grandpa stopped that shit. If you keep blabbing obscurely, I'll take you to the guards and you'll be thrown out of town."

Increasingly frightened when he saw Zen, the old man immediately ran away.

It is true, in a folktale or fairy tale before their children sleep, in particular, the red-eye demons are able to destroy a kingdom overnight.

What can a demon do. Whereas in the kingdom has tens of thousands of soldiers trained to fight.

Red eye... Whoever saw those eyes, they were like they were losing their souls, pulling a sword in hand and ripping its own neck, up to ten thousand people were killed overnight.

"It's okay to let the old man go. Uncle." Zen asked felt uncomfortable.

"Let it be, he does indeed always babble obscurely and sometimes make a commotion every day."

Because there was nothing to worry about the old man after seeing his red eyes.

Zen decided to go outside the border.

Around the perimeter walls of the Villian kingdom were agricultural areas and plantations containing wheat crops as well as fruits. The purpose of Zen is not to that place, not far from the farmland, there is a dense forest that houses demonic beasts.

The Orindo Forest.

It was rare for ordinary residents to enter the forest for no reason, they realized that inside there was a dangerous place. Only the Hunters wanted to enter the forest because it had become the work of those dealing with demonic beasts.

But for Zen, Orindo forest is a suitable place to practice, where he can use magic power without fear of disturbing the neighbors.

Zen had once tried to use advanced wind magic, and it worked, just that the wind incision he created made the flower plants belonging to the next door neighbors into a ravage.

This made Zen uncomfortable, because he got angry with his mother after carelessly casting magic. Although it was just an excuse, Tifa was both pleased and proud of Zen's achievements for advanced magic.

And now....

After many years of training the body, Zen at 16 years old had an amount of energy as high as a Magic King, it would certainly be a huge commotion when there were others who knew about his strength.

Princess Sena is already a proof, she is adored by many people, given great responsibility and hope as a savior of the status of the hero.

'Ah.... That's troublesome.'

Zen had already imagined, he remembered how his life story was in the old world. Being an office employee requires that all work tasks be completed on time. But for all the achievements of advancing the company, Zen did not get an appreciation of all his contributions.

He is taken advantage of by the company, all praise is given to his superiors, whereas if something goes wrong, it is thrown at the employees. No matter how much Zen works, he is just a footwear, always on the maki-maki and often gets a pay cut

That's not fair.

Zen no longer wants to live a life full of inner pressure and mental burden as before, he tries to enjoy life with his own desires.

Unfortunately, in order to achieve that dream, Zen must become strong, because in the new world Dios applies the law of the jungle, where the strong will rule and those who are weak are nobody.

'Skill creator.'

From Zen's hands appear light particles that gather and fuse together to resemble the shape of the owner's wishes.

Once a sword was formed, using only a little imagination and magic energy, Zen could create weapons without the need to buy them in a shop. Of course, this was a fortune where he did not have much pocket money to buy a sword.

"As expected of a skill for the gift of gods."

Removing a single slash on the trunk of a large tree until it collapsed was very easy, the sharpness of the sword he created actually resembled an expensive sword at the price of dozens of gold coins.

Zen could have sold any objects from the creator skill, there was no set time limit to maintain that form. But if he wanted to, the sword of the creator skill would return to being a particle of light and just vanish.

"I see something interesting here...." A voice sounded from behind Zen's back.

Zen turned around, he saw a flaming red-haired woman appearing after hiding behind a tree while watching him.

Princess Sena Gelael Ars.