A ruined battlefield stretched as far as the eye could see. The sky was scorched red, the earth cracked and broken beneath the weight of destruction. Standing amid the devastation were two titans: Arsh, the King of Humanity, and a 2nd Rank demon commander, locked in a ferocious duel that echoed across the land.
Their swords clashed with a deafening force, generating shockwaves that shattered nearby ruins. Sparks flew, dust rose, and the very air trembled with each blow. Both warriors were enough to crush entire armies alone—but only one would leave standing.
With a final roar, Arsh spun forward and sliced clean through the demon's neck.
The demon's head hit the ground with a dull thud. Silence fell.
Then came the cheers.
Around the world, people erupted into celebration. Screens lit up across cities and towns, broadcasting their King's victory. Streets filled with cheers, music, and fireworks. Humanity had survived another great threat.
Arsh knelt beside the fallen demon, gently closing its still eyes.
"Rest now," he whispered. "Your pain is over."
But the moment his fingers touched the demon's eyelids, something shifted.
A violent vision struck him—The Nether.
Flames engulfed the world. Poison filled the skies. Lava flowed through broken cities. Screaming souls wandered the scorched ground, devoured by demonic beasts. The air was thick with smoke and blood. In the distance, a monstrous figure loomed—Doom.
And then—darkness.
Arsh awoke with a sharp breath. His room was quiet. Moonlight streamed in from the balcony.
"Just another nightmare…" he muttered.
He rose from his bed, stretched, and walked to the kitchen. A few minutes later, he stepped onto the balcony with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. The city below slept in peace, unaware of the storms brewing beneath the surface.
As he sipped his coffee, screens floated before him—OSAI's daily reports.
"Demon sightings increased by 7% in sector 14... Two Tier-6s spotted near the eastern coast... A suspicious energy spike in Sitler…" he read silently.
"Found you," he whispered.
A voice interrupted his thoughts. "There you are."
He turned to see Rose, his elder sister, standing at the door in her elegant robe.
"We have a meeting today," she said.
"I know," Arsh replied with a calm smile. "But you're the in-charge of this country, Sis."
"Hmph. It's exhausting dealing with those politicians every week. Come on, help me out this once. They only listen to you anyway," she pouted. "Please? Please? Pleaaase?"
Arsh chuckled. "Finish your paperwork first, and then I'll think about it."
"Ugh... forget it. I'll just go. But meeting first."
Just then, OSAI's voice came through the speakers.
"Sir, all delegates have gathered in the meeting room."
"Let's go," Arsh said, setting down his cup.
As he entered the grand meeting hall, the ministers stood and bowed deeply.
"Please, sit," Arsh gestured.
The meeting began with reports—economics, security, energy, agriculture. Arsh listened carefully, offering clear and effective solutions to each concern. Every word was confident, precise.
After the final report was submitted, he stood.
"That's all for now. I will be leaving for a mission. If anything urgent comes up, contact me or Vice President Rose. Her word is equal to mine."
The officials nodded, respectful and obedient.
"Meeting dismissed."
Later, Arsh entered Rose's office and raised an eyebrow at the messy desk.
"This room is a disaster."
Rose, buried under paperwork, didn't look up. "Did you come to help or to make fun of me?"
"Both," Arsh smirked. "But actually, I have good news. And bad."
"Oh no... Bad news first."
"I'm going on a secret mission again," Arsh said casually.
Rose groaned. "Not again...! What's the good news?"
"I'll show you. Come with me."
Curious, she followed Arsh down the corridor into a pristine room filled with polished equipment and tech.
"What is this?" she asked. "You're gifting me one of my own rooms?"
"Wait," he said, grinning. "OSAI, process these documents."
A robotic voice responded: "Yes, sir."
The papers were instantly scanned, summarized, and prioritized. Then OSAI typed and sent an official reply letter to the Finance Minister.
Rose's eyes widened. "This is the eighth wonder of the world!"
"You don't have to write everything by hand anymore," Arsh said proudly. "Let OSAI do it."
"But still…" she frowned. "I can't let you go. The real reason is—I don't want to eat the chef's food. It's like soup water compared to your cooking."
"I hired a new one. Supposed to be better."
"No one's better than you in the kitchen," she said with a smile.
Arsh smiled back. "Please, Sis."
She sighed. "Fine. Where are you going this time?"
Arsh's voice turned serious. "Sitler. The City of Sin."
Rose's expression darkened. "Why there?"
"Demon activity is rising. Too many Tier-7 to Tier-4 demons showing up. I have a gut feeling... a second-tier commander is there. If I'm right, that whole region is at risk."