Reincarnated Hero System

“Aeturn left the ‘Prime’ stage aeons ago. It’s an Apex World.”

With that, Arthur opened the door and stepped out, entering a large hall filled with similar doors lining the walls, with hundreds of Demons busily moving about.

Some exited the doors alone or in groups, while others gathered in small clusters, chatting and reconnecting. A few approached the large semi-circular counter directly ahead of the doors, where they checked in with their seals before leaving.

The emblem of the Gozonian Interstellar Empire—a horned head surrounded by an elliptical ring of golden stars, with crossed swords behind it—covered much of the floor, and the number ’47’ was inscribed next to it.

Arthur studied the symbol in silence, and as he stood there, some demons began to take notice of him.

The first thing that caught their attention was the two stars on his uniform, indicating his Major General rank.

He was also visibly young, which left them stunned that someone who still looked like a teenager held such a high position.

Then, as they continued to scrutinize him from head to toe, they realized something strange—despite their careful inspection, they couldn’t sense even a trace of energy from him.

Everything had energy, but some were highly skilled at controlling it without letting a single fluctuation show.

If this boy could really prevent them from sensing his energy, he must be incredibly skilled—was the collective thought.

They didn’t entertain the idea that he might be as powerless as he appeared; after all, they were on Gozon.

The ambient energy concentration and gravity were high enough that if Arthur truly had no power, as it seemed, he would be dead by now.

One had to be at least Level 50 just to breathe properly on this planet, and that was only because ‘Gozon’ regulated the energy concentrations to keep weaker people alive.

If ‘she’ set the conditions back to their default state, even Level 400s would struggle under the pressure.

More and more people began to notice Arthur—it was hard not to, since he was standing right in the centre of the hall, staring down at the insignia on the floor.

“Is there something off with it?”

Evan asked as he approached Arthur, who finally lifted his head, letting people fully take in his appearance. Many of the female demons and dark elves raised their brows in surprise.

Arthur was, after all, quite handsome.

“Nah…I was just trying to figure out what Lucifer mentioned, but I’m coming up empty.”

“Huh? Lucifer?”

Evan raised an eyebrow when he heard the name, but before he could ask Arthur about it, the boy turned to Alvey and McEnda and spoke.

“You okay now?”

“Yeah.”

With Alvey now appearing and talking to Arthur, who already had plenty of eyes on him, the attention doubled.

Alvey was famous, both for his accomplishments and for his controversies. The same went for McEnda, who stood beside him.

The two were among the strongest and most successful young demons of their generation—the current generation.

At around 50 years old, they were considered young, especially since Demons could live for thousands of years without becoming Deities.

Alvey was a recognized talent, known for leading the conquest of two High-Level Worlds.

However, there was the issue of his expulsion from his Household, as he hadn’t been born a ‘High Demon’ like the rest of his family.

Taking up his mother’s maiden name, ‘Sargon,’ he evolved his race to become a ‘Greater Demon,’ eventually becoming a figure of interest to multiple Demon Kings.

He, McEnda and Sigesi were a trio born to draw attention as effortlessly as a summer breeze—thanks to their appearances, strength, and accomplishments.

Just by standing there, they attracted gazes from all around, and admiration lit up the faces of many onlookers.

“Sargon’s aura is more powerful than it was when I saw him in April?!”

“Damn…it’s possible to get that strong while being a Transcendent?”

“It’s no wonder they’re so revered. They’ve accomplished more in a few years than most could dream of in a lifetime.”

The admiration they drew wasn’t one-dimensional. It ranged from respect for their accomplishments to appreciation for their beauty and poise.

“How do they always manage to look so perfect?”

“Sir Alvey’s presence alone could silence an army…”

“What do you mean ‘could’? Didn’t you hear what that other guy on Aramis Prime said? He already did!”

“That’s not what I mean you buffoon. I’m talking about his looks.”

“Oh, there’s that too.”

But where admiration was, envy wasn’t far behind. Talent worthy of resentment brought with it its fair share of bitterness.

“They think they’re so special…”

“Everything comes so easily to them. They’ve never had to struggle for anything.”

“They walk around like they own the place.”

Their words were bitter, low, and full of smouldering jealousy.

Yet, the subjects of their envy didn’t seem to notice. Arthur was focused on seeing if Alvey could detect the cosmic energy beneath them, while McEnda’s attention was fully on Sigesi.

His gaze never left her, hanging on every word she spoke, and this only fuelled the admiration of the onlookers—particularly the female demons of their generation.

Squeals of excitement filled the air as they caught sight of the two, their faces lighting up as though they had just seen their idols in the flesh.

“Oh my, are you seeing how he’s so focused on her? That intensity! I wish my fiancé would look at me like that.”

“Sigesi is so lucky.”

They gushed with excitement, their voices filled with admiration. Some who had considered approaching her now hesitated after witnessing the sight.

A few jealous remarks were made, but these quickly faded, drowned out by the chorus of awe and envy. Most were too captivated to focus on the negativity.

However, not everyone was fully absorbed by the famous trio. Some in the crowd shifted their attention away from them, curiosity sparking over the two unfamiliar teenagers with them.

“I’ve seen enough of Alvey and McEnda before, but who are those two with them?”

“The one with the silver hair… Which noble family is he from, I wonder? Is he even a demon?”

“The masked one’s more my type…He’s got that… mysterious vibe.”

“Don’t be silly, we’re talking about who they are now.”

Their gazes fell on the uniforms of Arthur and Evan. Beneath the Gozonian Army insignia on their shoulders were the words: ‘Gozonian Interstellar Army: Aramis Division.’

With that, eyes began to search for other soldiers from the Aramis Division, as whispers of curiosity spread. People began hounding them for any information about the two teens that Alvey and McEnda seemed so casual with.

Amidst the crowd, a High-Ranked demon observed Arthur closely, his crimson eyes subtly glowing with an aura of destruction law energy.

“He’s hiding his energy, but the reaction of the law of destruction to his presence…. He’s definitely got a Pseudo-Authority, like me, but stronger… much stronger.”

Though his words were quiet, the room full of superhumans picked up on them, and a collective gasp spread among those who overheard. Shock rippled through the crowd as they turned to the Transcendent who had spoken.

Without further delay, the High-Ranked demon moved toward Alvey’s group, causing whispers of potential confrontation.

However, when he approached, he simply introduced himself in a calm, straightforward manner, dispelling any expectations of drama.

“I am Tharan, from the ‘Upper Second’ Family Ilmoth. General assigned to the High-Level World; Zath’ruun.”

“A pleasure.”

‘Ilmoth?!’

Evan’s gaze snapped in his direction when he heard the familiar name, coming face to face with the ancestor of the man who nearly killed him once.

Unsurprisingly, Evan didn’t have any good impressions of anyone ‘Ilmoth’, but in this case, Tharan was too occupied with Arthur to notice his gaze.

It seemed the High-Rank Demon had approached Arthur after sensing his power of destruction. Soon, they began discussing their understanding of the Universal Law—topics Evan couldn’t grasp yet, as he hadn’t fully comprehended it himself.

Silently turning his gaze away, Evan glanced around and, spotting the demonesses nearby watching Alvey with adoring eyes, he chuckled.

“Beatrix might be in tears if she sees how much… ‘competition’ she has.”

As if on cue, a few of the demonesses approached Alvey, eager to chat. He entertained the first two with charm and politeness, keeping the conversation light. But as more tried to join in, his responses grew curt, quickly cutting the interactions short.

“McEnda, Arthur. We’ve dawdled too long.”

He called to the others before striding toward the check-in counter at the far end of the hall.

As they neared the counter, the quiet hum of conversation among the demons in line was suddenly interrupted by a commotion up ahead. Raised voices cut through the air, drawing the attention of those nearby.

A High-Rank Demon, dressed in lavish attire that marked him as someone of importance, was gesturing wildly at a counter officer trying to remain composed despite the verbal barrage.

“Sir, as I’ve explained, every demon arriving at this Landing Outpost must check in with their personal seal. The seal is attuned to your magic power and can only be activated with your permission. Without the seal verification, I cannot proceed.”

The noble demon’s face twisted with indignation as he spat out his words.

“You dare deny me entry? I am an Upper Fifth Noble, and you’re just a commoner—nothing more than a lowly clerk.

I order you to check in my companion’s seal at once. You should be grateful to be in my presence!”

The crowd watched the scene unfold in silence, some exchanging knowing glances, others simply avoiding the confrontation. The line had come to a standstill, held up by the noble’s tantrum.

McEnda, who had been approaching the counter, frowned at the scene unfolding. Stepping forward, he cut through the tension with his words.

“Did you not hear the officer?

You cannot check in without a seal. So how about you get out of the way and let people who actually have their seals check in?”

The noble demon spun around, his face twisted in rage. His voice boomed as he demanded overbearingly.

“Who dares talk to me like that?!”

“I dare. What’re you gonna do about it?”

“?!”

The noble’s face drained of colour as he fully realized who was speaking. His mouth opened and closed, struggling to form words, but nothing came out.

Recognition flashed in his eyes as he took in McEnda’s appearance. The realization hit him like a wave—this was McEnda III, scion of a Zeroth rank family whose name held weight across the Interstellar Stage.

Beside him were Alvey, whose deadpan expression conveyed utter indifference, and Sigesi, who glared at the noble for distracting McEnda from her.

Demon nobles were trained from a young age to recognize the names and ranks of influential families. Even if they didn’t know every individual, they were expected to be aware of the major figures in their generation.

And McEnda was no ordinary noble—he was a prominent name in his own right.

The noble’s bravado melted away in an instant, leaving him stammering.

“I—I don’t dare… I don’t dare do anything…”