Year 224 of the Age of Light. Demonic invaders from foreign realms descended upon the continent of Acalia.

Orion Albel.

The First Pillar Demon King of the demon race—a demon bearing a Stellar Spirit-class title.

Leading a demonic army, Albel swept across the continent like a storm, crushing all resistance. Within seven days, seventy percent of the land fell under his shadow.

The world plunged into the Age of Darkness.

Albel’s power surpassed the combined might of all twelve Pillar Demon Kings. He stood unchallenged above the entire demonic legion, answering only to the Demon Elders’ Council.

Year 3 of the Age of Darkness. Humanity fought desperately, but their armies crumbled. On the brink of annihilation, the human Holy Maiden Isharis drew the Holy Sword left by the goddess Freyja. She rallied the Light Sanctuary to resist the demonic invasion.

Year 5 of the Age of Darkness. Albel led hundreds of thousands of demons to the Pantheon Seat for a final battle against Isharis.

In the end, both armies were annihilated. The first Holy Maiden, Isharis, was sealed away. Albel returned alone to the demonic capital. The Demon Elders’ Council stripped him of his title as First Demon King.

"Damn it—who wrote this history book? Why’s it blabbing about me losing my title?"

Inside a crumbling Demon King’s Hall, a black-haired youth hurled the book across the room, cursing.

"Writing history without understanding the facts? Are historians this sloppy nowadays?"

Ahem. This isn’t important, but I should explain what really happened back then. Otherwise, you’ll think I’m just a coward.

I’m the "Demon King" from that book—the one named Albel who got stripped of his title.

That damn Elders’ Council! Just because we lost hundreds of thousands of demons in that battle, they revoked my kingship.

"Stop! Do you want to destroy our entire race?"

If my childhood friend hadn’t clung to my leg and screamed that, I’d have wiped out those old fools long ago.

How was this my fault? Who could’ve predicted the World Tree would suddenly explode mid-battle on the Sacred Field?

The humans lost their entire army too—Isharis got sealed by the World Tree. Yet they built a statue for her. And you? Not a word of thanks. Instead, you erased me from the list of the Thirteen Pillar Demon Kings.

What the hell? Keep this up, and the demon race will go extinct.

Though honestly, whether demons survive or not doesn’t concern me. Don’t be fooled by this "Demon King" title—I’m not even in my original body.

That’s right. I’m a transmigrator.

I don’t have full memories of my past life, but fragmented flashes in my mind prove I came from another world.

I awakened suddenly in this body, inheriting its attributes and abilities.

In this world, both humans and demons have Attack and Defense stats.

By demonic standards, even the weakest Demon King has over 100,000 Attack.

Mine? Zero Attack. Zero Defense.

Was this a joke?!

I nearly screamed. How could someone with zero stats become a Demon King? Must’ve had insane connections!

But later, I realized this body’s power wasn’t simple.

When the human archer known as "Never Misses" fired 361 holy arrows at me—every single one missed. Only then did I understand: this body cannot be targeted.

When the human "Hand of God" Mage-Knight Corps unleashed the transcendent magic "Embrace of the Seraphim" at me—only to be consumed by the flames rebounding onto themselves—I grasped it: any magic, Divine Oracle, or effect aimed at this body fails and reflects back onto the caster.

When I swung my sword at a single Holy Sword Knight—and the entire Holy Sword Knight Corps collapsed instantly—I finally saw the truth: attacks from this body splash to all enemy units on the field, bypassing damage calculations to annihilate them outright.

Only then did I comprehend this body’s true terror. Only then did I understand why zero stats made me the First Demon King among the Thirteen Pillars.

Now this body is mine. I am Albel, the former First Demon King, "Orion."

Sadly, after that battle, humans never troubled me again.

After all—I’m not a Demon King anymore.

For ten years, I’ve lived in this godforsaken wasteland with Verdandi, the little sister I rescued from the Pantheon Seat. We guard a ruined Demon King’s Hall, poor but content.

Humans haven’t bothered me, but they’ve crowned Second, Third… up to the Seventeenth Holy Maiden. Each led the Light Sanctuary’s armies to attack the demons.

They challenged Demon Kings from the Second (now First) all the way to the Twelfth. No victories. Fifteen Holy Maidens captured.

The Second Holy Maiden was arrogant, with record-breaking stats. Though not infinite like the first, she still intimidated demons.

Then the First Demon King captured her. After three days and nights of "training," she submitted. Yeah—real arrogance.

The Third was a swordmaster, peerless in duels. She struck a deal with the Second Demon King: winner takes all. She lost utterly. Though rumor says she later tamed him completely—in bed.

The Seventh Holy Maiden was the worst off—a shrewd merchant. After losing to the Ninth Demon King, she tried seducing him with her body. He tossed her to his demon attendants. She never guessed: the Ninth Demon King preferred men.

And so it went, up to the Sixteenth Holy Maiden months ago. None won. All were captured.

Demons now joke that the Light Sanctuary is a "Holy Maiden Delivery Service."

Bessarius, the Third Demon King and my childhood friend, captured three Holy Maidens at once. Last time I saw him, he looked drained—walking with a wobble.

"Al, take whichever one you like. For old times’ sake, my friend."

He said that once when I visited.

Joke’s on him. Do I look like I need charity? I’ve got a sister!

Speaking of my sister Verdandi—she’s breathtaking. I found her at the Pantheon Seat at age five. Now she’s a stunning young woman.

Hmph. Sisters are the ultimate treasure. You childless fools wouldn’t understand.

"Brother, hold me."

"Brother, kiss me."

"Broth—"

"Don’t fantasize. You’re a millennia-old virgin—the only one in the entire demon race."

Bessarius said that. I kicked him away.

Touching my sore spot.

"Al, find a wife. Only then will you know true bliss."

Bessarius dusted himself off, patted my shoulder solemnly, then strolled off arm-in-arm with two scantily clad human Holy Maidens.

Damn. Those legs… that chest… that ass.

Human Holy Maidens have better figures than succubi—pale skin, flawless. I won’t deny it: I stared. In two ways.

From that day, I had a dream: to *ahem*—marry a human Holy Maiden.

But it’s unrealistic. A decade ago, humans learned a hard truth: better to fight all twelve Demon Kings at once than provoke Albel.

After all—he defeated the first Holy Maiden with infinite stats. His overall level still dwarfs the current First Demon King’s.

For years, Albel hesitated: should he snatch a Holy Maiden while she fought other Demon Kings? Fear of backlash held him back.

"I wish the Light Sanctuary would attack me~ I wish a Holy Maiden would hunt me down~"

Albel slumped on his broken throne, sighing.

"Brother, stop whining again."

A black-haired girl in black-and-white formal wear skipped over, hands clasped behind her back. She frowned at him. "Strangers will think you’re a masochist."

"It’s so boring."

Albel deflated like a punctured balloon, waiting for death with no fun in sight.

"Brother, be realistic. You’ve got no money, no power, no followers, no territory. Why would humans waste time hunting you?"

Verdandi spared no mercy.

"Verdandi! Don’t insult your brother. I simply don’t chase worldly things."

Albel winced—he got this daily, but her bluntness still stung.

"But seeing you so miserable…" Verdandi wiggled a slender finger before his eyes, feigning mystery. "Today, I’ll give you a chance."

"What chance?"

Albel showed zero interest. Could she summon the Light Sanctuary to attack him?

"If you name ten of my good qualities in one minute, I’ll grant your wish."

"Beautiful. Gorgeous. Dignified. Generous. Elegant. Clever. Adorable. Obedient. Gentle. Quiet…"

Albel rattled them off like reflexes.

"Hmm. Not bad." Verdandi blinked, then blushed slightly as she patted his head. She handed him an envelope hidden behind her back.

"What’s this? A delivery?"

Albel squinted at the label: *Demon Courier Service*.

"Wrong one! Wrong one!"

Verdandi snatched it back, shoving another envelope at him.

"What’s this? A challenge letter?"

*Demon King Albel,*

*Tomorrow at 10 AM, I, Alicia Chronos, the Seventeenth Holy Maiden of the Light Sanctuary, will slay you!*

Hell yeah—my spring has come!