Ascension King

**CHAPTER 1**

Amidst the chaos:

For three millennia, I have hovered on the brink of insanity, ensnared in an unending cycle of brutality. My existence reached its conclusion beneath the willow tree I had planted, a symbol of my yearning for tranquility. However, as my abilities began to spiral out of control, the deranged laughter of Akim reverberated around me. His adversaries stood frozen in terror, acutely aware that death was drawing near, holding their breath in anticipation of the storm to come.

I sensed the heavens and stars reveling in my impending demise. As I closed my eyes and surrendered to the enveloping darkness, a thought ignited within me:

"Perhaps I have not genuinely died. Surely, I must be reborn!"

Damon chuckled softly. While Dora cradled her precious newborn, the deranged god experienced the long-desired joy of family. He felt the presence of his two grandfathers, his grandmothers, and a concealed aura emanating from the abyss—belonging to his sister. A chill coursed through him as they all gazed at him with expressions of joy.

"Congratulations, Gerald! The Rim family has been graced with a child who possesses the Heaven Wheel Eyes; my handsome grandson is a true prodigy, hahaha!"

His father-in-law, Maxwell, exclaimed with exuberance, leaving everyone astonished. A member of the waning Rim family had fathered a child whose eyes ranked among the top fifty. Suddenly, an extraordinary phenomenon unfolded within the mansion—the child began to levitate, emanating a radiant light that triggered a profound evolution in everyone's bloodline. Damon's grandfathers, Thomas and Maxwell, hastily erected barriers and sealing arrays to contain the surging energy that coursed through the mansion. They felt their own strength swell as the woman who had just given birth appeared revitalized.

"This is my gift to you, Mama,"

Damon smiled as he drifted into slumber, falling gently as Thomas rushed forward to catch his precious grandson.

"Tonight, we celebrate!"

Gerald proclaimed joyfully.

Somewhere within the manor, Gerald summoned all the servants, urging them to sign a blood contracts. This matter was far more important than it initially seemed, as everyone connected to the manor's bloodline—including servants, slaves, and even the beasts—had undergone a process of ascension and transformation. Should any of this information come to light, it could spell disaster. The servants comprehended that if the news were to leak, they would face grave consequences. Nevertheless, given the advantages they had received, they were more than willing to ink their names on the contracts.

"Younger generations, hail the Young Lord!"

A resounding chant erupted, filled with joy as they recognized that in this lifetime, they would become part of the formidable men and women who would soar freely across the skies.

"All servants, slaves, children, and even beasts of the manor shall undergo training that may take there life ; prepare yourselves accordingly."

Thomas conveyed his message to them in the most frigid manner imaginable. They could perceive the yearning for vengeance in the old man's eyes, as he recalled the devastation wrought by the Void Clan. Although he longed for revenge intensely, he chose to set aside his anger on this joyous day and rushed back to the side of his beloved grandson. As the years went by, Damon reached the age of five, demonstrating such remarkable skill that he left everyone astounded. He exhibited the genuine, ferocious nature of the Void Dragon Clan, leading them to understand that a true madman had been born into the Aoki continent. His handsome features began to reveal themselves as he gazed up at the sky, smiling in anticipation of the adventures that awaited him in this new world. Damon had already commenced practicing some of the skills he had acquired in his past life; his new body required rigorous training to achieve perfection. After all, how could it possibly contain the immense power that was destined to descend upon him in the near future?

"Why does Damon train so much? He never plays with me,"

Emily lamented to her mother, as Dora gently stroked her hair in a comforting gesture. Dora took great pleasure in watching her son train; it filled her with a profound sense of pride. She had promised herself to reward him with something special when he turned ten.

Upon completing his training, Damon made his way to the river where he kept all his aquatic demon beasts yes he was 5 but his soul was aged at 3million years. After removing his garments, he entered the water to cool off, and his creatures, eager to greet him, swam around him in a joyful display. They surrounded him, expressing their affection for their master.

"It's alright, you guys can go play,"

he said, before submerging himself in the river. He only emerged late at night, and anyone who encountered him would have thought they had come face to face with a sinister creature. As he walked home he could feel the presence of his sinister old man lurking around him, that was his grandfather so he walked without a care in the world back to his manor.