The moon is crimson, dyeing the continent blood red. This is a continent without a tomorrow, as it has not seen the sun since the rule of the Demon King a million years ago.

This is a world where evil prevails over justice.

The howling of the wind and sandstorms fill the air, and the dried-up land has no source of water. Suffering is everywhere. Under the absolute rule of the demon race, the other races are on the verge of extinction.

At the center of the world, there is a massive structure known as "Hell."

Inside Hell, sitting on the throne is the ruler of this world, the Supreme Demon King. The ruler in the highest position.

The Demon King sits upright on the chair, tapping his fingers on the armrest as if waiting for something.

"Great and Supreme Demon King, everything is ready."

On the steps below, a demon kneels, her head bowed. Behind her, enormous bat wings are tightly folded, and her sharp tail points downwards, displaying her reverence for the man on the throne.

Upon hearing the words, the Demon King nods slightly, acknowledging the report. He stands up, and as he moves, the thick magic power surrounding him becomes visible.

Step by step, descending from the throne, the Demon King's crimson eyes are filled with a long-lost excitement.

Compared to the appearance of the demon, the Demon King's figure resembles that of a human being.

He has no horns on his head, no tail behind him, and no exaggerated wings. Even his height is just that of an average human.

At a glance, one would think he is just a good-looking young man.

This is not a coincidence. The Demon King himself is a human. Not just any human, but a human who has come from a place called "Earth" through a transmigration.

With the help of the cheat ability of transmigration, he has quickly risen in power. As for when he started to master dark magic, the Demon King cannot remember because it has been too long.

By the time he came to his senses, the darkness had already corrupted him into a demon.

Gaining power comes with a price, and the ominous darkness caused him to be rejected by humans.

After experiencing betrayal from humans once again, the Demon King threw down his weapon and roared, "I will no longer be human!"

From then on, the Demon King became the Demon King and led the demon army to conquer the empire. The arrogant dragons had to bow down to him.

After conquering the world, the Demon King began to feel bored. He didn't want to get involved in the demons' fighting and killing, and he couldn't be bothered with the last attack launched by the remaining humans, led by the angel race.

In his own words, "I have already conquered this world" and "You can all entertain yourselves, I won't accompany you."

The bored Demon King started researching spatial magic in his Hell.

Finally, after thousands of years of research, he found a way to travel to another world. For this, he prepared a large amount of materials required for casting the magic.

At the bottom of Hell, in the ninth layer, "The Demon King's Hall," was the core of Hell.

"My lord, are you sure you want to activate this world-class magic?" The one speaking is a fallen angel with six wings. She is the apostle in charge of guarding the ninth layer and also the leader of this ceremony.

"Leny, do not question our decision." The Demon King's tone is calm as he raises his wrist, and an infinite amount of magic energy overflows from within his arm, reaching the magic device at the core of Hell.

"Lord of Hell, I have never questioned your intentions. It's just..." Leny hesitates for a moment, "The activation condition for this magic is to traverse to another world at the cost of the entire world..."

In short, this is a one-way path.

Once the magic is activated, the world where the Demon King is located will turn into ashes. The consequences of a failed magic are unimaginable.

"Let's begin, Leny." The Demon King clearly didn't want to waste time talking with the six-winged angel. He has already made up his mind.

Rather than living aimlessly here, it is better to take a risk and go to another unknown world.

With anticipation, the Demon King carries the conquest of the next world in his heart.

In the new world, if the species there could be slightly stronger...

The storage unit in the magic device is already full, and all the conditions for activating the magic are met.

Leny silently sighs. Whatever the king wants her to do, she can only obey. Even in this whimsical and dangerous situation, Leny will not refuse.

She raises her arm together with the Demon King. Compared to the adult-sized hand of the Demon King, Leny's hand looks much smaller and delicate, resembling that of a six or seven-year-old girl.Although her appearance is that of a pure loli, Leny's age is measured in countless millennia.

"All elements born on the Kalam continent, respond to the call of the ruler. As a sacrifice to the Kalam Star, transport the Nine Levels of Hell to another plane..."

"In the name of Michail Kalam, erase the surname Kalam, and with the authority of the ruler, initiate the world-class magic ."

A gentle and a resolute voice echoed at the bottom of Hell, unleashing the world-class magic that had never been revealed before.

Outside of Hell, creatures roaming on the land suddenly had their hair stand on end; the orcs crouched on the ground, whimpering; the few remaining dragons raised their heads in the caves and looked into the distance; human infants cried out of the blue; the angels on the floating island widened their eyes as they looked at the crimson moon...

"That bastard!"

"What is the Demon Lord Michail up to again!"

The seraphim cursed in their hearts. Although they didn't know what had happened, their instincts told them that this was an extremely terrifying and dangerous situation.

The angels dived down from the floating island, rushing at full speed towards Hell to stop the Demon Lord's plot.

Of course, they were too late...

Suddenly, with a crisp sound, the moon above shattered.

Golden, dazzling sunlight streamed through the cracks. The angels halted their actions, folded their wings, and relished the feeling of being bathed in sunlight.

It had been too long since they had seen the sun, and even the young angels didn't know what the sun was. The warm light shone on their pristine white wings, instantly illuminating their dim angelic radiance.

The next second, the beings bathed in the golden sunshine turned into fragments, just like the crimson moon, scattering in the wind.

In an instant, living, breathing life was turned into pieces of shredded paper, scattered by the wind.

Suddenly, cries of agony and despair filled the air.

Even in full sprint, they couldn't catch up with the speed at which the light was pouring down, leaving nothing behind in the wake of the golden sunlight.

Suddenly, the whole world fell silent. It was as if it had never existed.

In just a few minutes, the planet named Kalam had disappeared completely. In the silent darkness, only the Nine Levels of Hell, extending to the depths, remained floating.

Zzz—

After a slight sound, Hell vanished.