Tired. Beaten. Played with by demons.
The final descendant of the Grand Caster known as King Solomon races agianst his remaining time to accomplish what the demons kept his ancestor from doing long ago: returning the gifts of Heaven.
But, with such...
It didn't take long to find an apartment to stay at. And it didn't take long to enroll myself at the nearby school, where the devilish energy was thickest. I rented an apartment that was rather close, in case I ever needed to get to the school quickly.
I stood in the mirror in the school uniform. My eyes glazed over my body, looking at all the differences it had with my previous appearance.
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In a way, my current appearance slightly resembled that of my ancestor, King Solomon.
My eyes were drawn to my hands, where nine rings lay on each hand, save for the right middle finger. At the moment, they were dormant, their glows dull. I rubbed the finger missing a ring and went into thought.
Somehow, someway, I was going to get the final ring. It didn't matter how long, or how hard it would be, I would get it in the end.
A sudden shooting pain made me wince, and my attention was drawn to the black streak on my left arm. It had remained ever since the first day I arrived, never going away. No mortals noticed it, but the blonde Devil I saw that surely had. Every once in a while, it would act up, but the magic from the rings suppressed the pain, as it did now.
I looked at the clock. It read 7:46 AM.
Well, no time like the present, right?
Let's make some friends.
Timeskip
Walking through the gates of the academy, the devilish aura nearly made me gag slightly. It was a miracle that no Church faction had come to cleanse this place, maybe something's up with Heaven?
Numerous female students and scattered male students passed through the gates, walked across the courtyard, and strolled into the school, completely oblivious to the invisible threats all around them.
As an unfamiliar face, I naturally attracted many gazes, most of which were from girls. None of them made a move, but they all simply looked at me, smiled and nodded in approval, and went on their way.
I noticed two groups of students standing in front of the school building.
The group on the left was gathered behind a bespectacled girl with short black bangs. Beside her stood a busty girl with long black hair. I could see their eyes, in scrutiny, sweep through every student who passed them and the other group. They were obviously looking for someone, and I have a good idea that it was me.
The group on the right was gathered behind a very busty girl with long scarlet hair. Beside her stood an equally well-endowed female with long black hair held in a ponytail. I noticed that many passing boys would look their way, their eyes shining with lust.
I shook my head. Regular humans were so simple.
A familiar figure caught my eye, the blonde Devil from my first day.
