Lucky managed to find a place to hide, but escaping had a cost. He had to kill a superhuman to make it out.
As he caught his breath, information flooded his mind—overwhelming and sharp.
Everything he had learned in that dark room… was outdated.
And the monsters… they weren't just monsters. They were demons. Divided into three ranks.
Lower Demons. Mindless, crawling beasts. Their upper bodies looked human, but they had four spider-like legs. No face—just raw, twisting flesh.
Pure Demons. They could speak. They looked human… but their skin was wrinkled, dark brown or black, and their presence radiated malice.
Demon Gods. The highest beings. Glowing, untouchable, and impossible to defeat.
Lucky's mind raced.
"So… the one who revived me… is a Demon God."
Humans, too, were ranked.
Awakeners. Could fight Lower Demons, but not Pure Demons.
Pure Men. On par with Pure Demons.
Divine. Comparable to a Demon God. Only one human had ever reached this level—and even he was defeated. But not without leaving a wound on the Demon God… a wound big enough to change everything.
Lucky swallowed hard.
"…This world… it's nothing like I expected."
Lucky stared at his reflection in the water.
"I… can't believe I look like this," he whispered.
The figure staring back wasn't human.
Five foot seven, thin and wiry. Wrinkled black skin stretched across his body. His eyes glowed red, burning like coals. And his hair… a fiery red that seemed to flicker like living flames.
For a moment, he didn't even recognize himself.
"I should find clothes that hide my appearance," Lucky muttered to himself.
As if answering his thought, his eyes landed on a corpse nearby.
It wore an all-black suit—shoes, gloves, a vintage hat, shades, and even a robber mask.
Lucky's lips curved into a small, grim smile.
"This… this is perfect."
Lucky finally stepped out toward the human city.
"Looks like… I'm in Seoul," he muttered, scanning the streets.
As he wandered, he caught sight of himself on the news.
People were terrified.
They called him a Pure Demon, and had given him a new name: the Black Demon—the strongest demon with black skin ever seen in Korea.
Lucky froze for a moment.
Turns out, the superhuman he had killed… had been the strongest Korean superhuman.
"The heck?" he muttered. "But that guy… he was weak as hell."
From around a corner, an old woman whispered, trembling: "I hope the Superhuman Association catches that demon… I'm scared."
Lucky's eyes narrowed. He didn't say a word.
"I'm a demon now," Lucky muttered to himself, staring at the bustling city around him. "Nothing I can do about it… might as well play my part."
He wandered the streets, lost in thought, until an idea suddenly struck him.
"Why not… play a mysterious hero?" he said, a grin spreading across his face. "One that only appears at the most critical moments!"
He laughed, a low, amused sound.
"Hahaha… I'm a genius."
"Warning: Seven Lower Demons detected! Evacuate immediately!"
Lucky grinned.
"This… is my time to shine."
Without a second thought, he rushed toward the scene, heart pounding with excitement.
He stopped at the center, eyes blazing, ready to act.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" the police shouted. "Quickly—get out of here! It's dangerous—"
Before they could finish, it was over.
With a flick of his hand, Lucky activated Blood Arts: Royalty. A blade formed instantly in his grasp—sharp, dark, and deadly.
In a heartbeat, the seven Lower Demons were annihilated.
The crowd watched, terrified and awestruck.
That day marked a turning point: the Black Demon had appeared… And on the very same day, the Black Hero also made their first appearance.
"I am BLACK!"
That was the last thing the police heard from the Black Hero.
"He's… really weird," one news anchor commented.
Lucky blinked at the TV.
"When did I say that…?" he muttered.
"Seriously, when did I say that crap?"