I sat on my throne bored, extremely bored. There was nothing else to do, I have done it all. I the Demon Lord Kretos, have done what all the other Demon Lords before me failed to do, I have united the demon race, I also defeated the almost never ending flow of human heroes. I was even able to conquer the whole continent and with that there was nothing more. I who adored battle was unbeatable, not even my sons and daughters that I have made with my numerous concubines could match me.

There was no more battle to be had. I sighed once more as I drank the wine my first born son gave me. It was a gift for my thousand year reign. The moment I drank the wine, my body felt groggy, what is this? I'm getting drunk after one drink? The moment I thought of this, someone entered the throne room. The one who entered was a handsome young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, this was my son and with him he brought a bunch of magicians. He was smirking at me, this crazy son of mine what has he done?

Good afternoon father, it seem like you're not feeling well."

"Galdo what have you done?"

"Nothing much father I just gave you a mana suppressing drug."

When I heard what my son said, I couldn't help but smile.

"Hahahaha, so it's finally happening my defeat is about to come. It seems like this old bones of mine have forgotten the tension of battle that's why I let my guard down."

that is indeed true father, so why don't you rest now and hand me the throne."

The moment he finished speaking I dashed forward, ready to strike. Even with my mana suppressed my physical abilities were still excellent. With sword at hand I slashed down, at my own son using my full strength, in which he responded by blocking my attack with his own blade.

"Do you think it would be that easy? Do you think I would simply hand you the throne? How about a little bit of excitement before I give it?"

"I would love to play with you father, but... I'm in a hurry to solidify my rule."

The magicians that came with my son started attacking me with a barrage of spells. Without being able to circulate mana into my body I had zero resistance to magic. After a few minutes of attacking I couldn't move anymore, so this is what it feels like to be defeated...

"As expected of you father, even without mana you could last this long. No wonder you are considered the strongest demon lord... I know you can't hear me anymore but seeing that stupid smile on your face I knew I did the right thing as your son."

The strongest Demon Lord conqueror of the world died at the hands of his eldest son, and even in the face of defeat he died standing with a big grin on his face.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!

Kretos the strongest demon lord, couldn't feel anything as his consciousness seem to be adrift in the abyss. He couldn't feel his body, nor could he feel the mana surrounding him. The only thing that he could do at this very moment was think.

'So this is what happens when you die... It's nothing by darkness. I always thought the afterlife had even more glorious battles, but it seems I was wrong... Still in the end I did get my final wish. I finally knew defeat, and I was able to die the same way I lived, in glorious soul shaking battle. Who knew that my eldest son, who was so much weaker than me, could pull that off. Well that life has ended, I guess all that's left to do is sleep, the eternal sleep.'

At the very moment Kretos decided to rest for eternity, it was as if somebody heard his thoughts, since at that exact moment a shining light flashed inside the abyss. The next moment, Kretos was somewhere with a wooden roof. He then noticed that he could once again feel his arms and legs.

He couldn't understand what had happened to him. One moment he was dead with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company, now he was in some place with a roof, and he could feel his body functioning again.

Kretos tried to stand up, but was unable to. He couldn't find the strength to stand. His sense of smell was also not functioning well. He then proceeded to feel the mana in his surroundings, a demon such as him was finely tuned to mana, but the mana he was suppose to be feeling was only the element of darkness.

Yet at this very moment Kretos could feel all six elements, fire, water, earth, wind, darkness, and even light. This was something new for Kretos, which shocked him. The only being he knew that could harness all the elements of mana were humans.

Even the elves could only harness the elements of earth, wind, and water. Demons could only handle darkness, Celestians were only capable of harnessing light, and swordians well they're basically unable to harness mana in the first place.

It was at this point in time, Kretos lifted his arms he finally noticed that his arms were small and dainty.

This was not the arm of the supreme overlord, this was the arms of a baby.

Kretos tried to speak, but was unable to. It would seem that his body wasn't developed enough to do such a thing.

'What the hell is happening? Damn it!... Wait what is this? Why does it feel like I can't control my emotions?... Okay I need to calm down... I am Kretos the strongest demon lord, I died by the hands of my eldest son, for a few years now I was adrift in an abyss like place. While contemplating about the end of things, and thinking of the eternal sleep a white light flash inside the abyss, and now I'm in the body of a feeble human baby.'

Kretos was in a state of confusion, he couldn't comprehend what had happened to him. How come he was a baby? Not only that, how come he was a feeble human baby?

Was this some kind of punishment from those foolish Gods? Are they punishing him for slaying millions of humans? Even though they were the ones who attacked first, now he was being punished for defending himself?

Well at first he did defend himself from the attacks of the humans, but after a few dozen years, the humans would attack him again. They did this because they claim him and his race are evil. But that wasn't how it always was, at first they attacked because the greedy humans wanted more territory, later on they kept on attacking the demon realm, claiming that he the demon lord kept on killing them for no apparent reason.

So after a few hundred years of repeatedly attacking him. Kretos finally snapped, and initiated his own attack, wiping out most of humanity.

Well they did strike first.' Kretos thought once again irritated with the Gods, for making him into a greedy human baby. At least he could still tolerate the cowardly elves, even the Celestians were better than humans, since their only problem was they think they were the holiest of all creatures. Actually if he was going to be reincarnated and couldn't be a demon, he wanted to be a Swordian. That race, was a race literally made for battle, he and them even in his past life got along quite well.

While he was thinking of such things, Kretos suddenly felt hungry. It was an abnormal feeling, since the hunger was actually hurting him. He who had survived years of war without eating not even a single grain of rice, was now in extreme pain for not being able to eat for a few seconds? This was another reason why he hated those humans, they were so greedy yet they were so weak as well.

He without his own consent started crying. He couldn't stop, even though he wanted to, he just kept on crying. After a few seconds, a woman with long black hair appeared, and picked him up. Since demons and humans looked alike aside from having horns, Kretos thought that this woman who was most probably his mother in this life, was actually quite pretty looking.

His supposed mother, then slid down a part of her dress around the chest area, revealing the thing that would feed the newborn Kretos.

...

After a satisfying meal, in what seem like a few minutes later Kretos started to defecate. Which resulted to him crying unconditionally again. While his human mother was cleaning him, Kretos started to think that not only was living as a human irritating, living as a human baby was a nightmare for him.

Also he couldn't control the feeling of drowsiness, as he kept on sleeping. The woman who is suppose to be his mother kept on saying something, but her words were incoherent to him. The only thing he could somehow understand was the word, Ren. That must be his new name, his name as a human.

His sense of time was gradually being distorted. At this point Ren felt a big strong hand had carried him. The person who was carrying him, was smiling sillily as he held Ren in his arms. The man was equipped with weapons, a bow and a knife. This man who had suddenly kissed him and his mother was most probably his father.

So just based on his own assumptions, Ren concluded that his father was either an adventurer or a hunter. Once his father held him in his arms, Ren felt something warm growing inside of him. This was a feeling he had already long forgotten. This was the warmth of having a family. Unlike his demon family who only respected him because of his power. This was a family that felt like it truly cherished him, simply because they were family.

'Hmph, maybe being a human whelp, is going to be okay after all.' As he was thinking such things, Ren was slowly feeling sleepy, and like his pooping and crying he had no control whatsoever, as he fell asleep.

This was how the strongest demon lord, started his first day as a human.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!

It has been six years since Ren formerly known as Kretos reincarnated and turned into a human. As he grew up, he now understood a lot of things, about his family, this village, and the world around him.

The first thing he figured out was about his family. His father was the best hunter of the village, while his mother was a seamstress. The next bit of information was about the village he was in. It was called Carto Village, supposedly it was named after a hero who was born from this village. How ironic, he the slayer of heroes was reborn in the village named after a hero.

Another piece of information about the village was it was a part of the Reschbeauch Kingdom. Being part of the kingdom of Reschbeauch the villagers pay taxes, to a marquis of the kingdom. The marquis is rumored to be a bastard of a man, who keeps on stealing married women.

It is a blessing in disguise that the marquis has never been to Carto Village, since the village was located at the edge of his territory.

Ren also learned that he was living in a pretty large continent. Based on the limited information he gathered, this world seems to be bigger than his previous one. Also their seem to be demons in this world as well, but they aren't treated as evil beings. They even have quite friendly interactions with the other races, based solely on the stories told by the village elder.

A war between races hasn't happen for a few hundred years now. The only war that's happening at the moment was between the same race. The Reschbeauch Kingdom he was living in is at war with another human kingdom called the Serbek Kingdom. They have been at war for a few years now, but they only do some small skirmishes every now and then.

This was all the information Ren could gather in this tiny little village that he calls home.

...

A black haired youth was sitting in a lotus position in the middle of the forest. This boy who had an average looking face, that wasn't ugly but wasn't handsome either was Ren, and this was his secret spot where he would practice circulating mana throughout his body. At the moment he was trying to upgrade his understanding of the mana element of fire.

He could already use intermediate level dark magic, but because his current human body couldn't handle so much power, he wasn't able to use advance level magic. So the only solution he could think of was to simply wait until his body naturally gets older.

It was a good thing that the way to use magic here in this world was the same as his previous one. As long as you become in tune with the elements, they will tell you how to use magic. Here as well as the previous world, Ren kept on wondering if the mana elementals are actually a different race. Though they don't talk to you directly you could feel their teachings, and they can communicate using the mana of the world itself. Well Ren didn't dwell too much on this topic, since it wouldn't really make him stronger even if he learned the truth.

After a few more minutes, Ren decided today was still not the day he could advance from beginner fire magic to Intermediate fire magic. He then took a large branch from the nearby trees, and started to swing it. He continued swinging the branch as if it were a sword, he did this for a few hundred times. This was Ren's usual routine, ever since he got permission to play outside.

While he was swinging the branch, he heard footsteps. Someone was approaching him, and the only person aside from him that goes here, is his neighbor and friend Valdel. This boy is one of the few children in the village that was near his age. Valdel was a year older than Ren, which made their interactions weird because to anyone who looks at them it felt like Ren was the older one.

As the village was small, and most of the young men and women of the village left to seek their fortune elsewhere, there were only a few kids in the village, including Ren there were five of them. One of which is still a little baby, the last two were a pair of twin sisters who were a year younger than Ren.

When Valdel saw Ren doing his practice swings, the little boy with blond hair, and blue eyes like sapphires smiled. He then picked up a random twig he found on the ground and joined Ren as he was doing his practice swings.

The way he swung the twig was exactly the same way as how Ren does it. His stance was firm, which makes you wonder if he too was a reincarnated person like Ren.

"Hey Ren why do you do this everyday? Are you trying to be like the heroes in the old man's stories? Oh that sounds like fun, I bet we be awesome heroes when we grow up!" Valdel was happily imagining himself as a hero, while he swung his twig.

Ren on the other hand almost choked, at what Valdel said. He a former demon lord become a hero?

'What the hell is this kid saying?! Me the strongest Demon lord, slayer of a thousand heroes, wants to become one of those weak justice seeking crazed people? Even though I'm getting used to being human, I will never become one of those feeble heroes.'

Seeing Ren not answering him, Valdel remembered the other time he spoke about being a hero. Ren suddenly spoke real loud shouting something in weird gibberish. After he calmed down, he explained that he didn't want to be a hero, he wants to be something stronger. After saying his piece he left, now that Valdel remembered this, he could finally ask the question he wanted to ask on that day.

"Hey Ren, remember the time you said you wanted to become stronger than the hero?"

When Ren heard Valdel's question he tried to remember if he did say such a thing. After a short pause, he indeed remember saying such a thing, when Valdel first told him of his dream to become a hero.

"Yeah, I remember... Why?" The two were still swinging the wooden branch and twig as they had this conversation.

"Well isn't the hero already the strongest? How can you become stronger than the strongest?"

"Hmph, the hero is not the strongest, there are many more things stronger than the hero."

"But the old man said, the hero is the strongest. He can beat anyone, and is the champion of the people. Even the king needs to bow down before the hero." Valdel passionately spoke, as to why the hero is the strongest. Ever since he had heard the stories from the old man, he kept on dreaming when he too would be able to have wondrous adventures like the heroes of old.

"The old man doesn't know anything. There are stronger things than a hero, and I'm going to be one of them."

"Hey Ren, how come you know a bunch of stuff not even the old man knows off?"

"Um... it's... It's nothing I was wrong, I just dreamt that there is something stronger than a hero."

"Heh, sometimes you say some weird things Ren. Of course there can't be anything stronger than a hero. That dream of yours must've been weird" Valdel happily replied to Ren, now fully sure of himself that there could be nothing stronger than a hero.

It was a good thing, Valdel was a kid who was so innocent. He almost always believes everything he hears.

...

After his usual training, the two boys returned to the village as the sun was going down. When he entered his little house his mother was there to greet him.

"Welcome home Ren. Did you have fun playing with Valdel today?" Ren saw that her mother was setting up the table so he answered while approaching her.

"Yes we played heroes! Um mother you don't have to do that I will set the table."

"Oh how considerate, such a wonderful boy you are. Still I always wonder why you always call me mother nowadays. Back when you were smaller, you kept calling me mom."

When he was smaller, Ren had difficulty speaking long words, so he opted to shorten most of everything he said. Now that he was able to properly speak, of course he decided to address the woman who was his mother in this life, with proper respect.

"Still you two keep on playing hero everyday. Do you guys really like the village chief's stories about heroes?"

His mother smiled gently at him as she asked. When Ren heard this question he wanted to throw up, but he couldn't. He needed to say that he liked playing hero, even though mentioning like and hero in the same sentence was extremely difficult for him. He still needed to do it, so that he won't breed suspicion.

"Yup, me and Valdel dream to be heroes when we grow up." Ren smiled a fake smile at his gentle mother. While on the inside he felt like he was about to have a stomach ache.

While Ren was trying to suppress his disgust he suddenly heard a hearty laugh. "HAHA, you two want to be heroes? I thought you wanted to help me in hunting? Why don't you become a hunter like your old man?" The person who suddenly entered with a big portion of meat was Ren's father the best hunter in the village.

"That could be good as well." Ren responded with a genuine smile.

The family then started to discuss about why being a hunter was better than being a hero. It was a very normal scene in their everyday lives, yet to Ren who has memories of a past life, as a demon overlord, this family this warmth was the best. It made him feel happy, this normal everyday human life made him happy.

In the table while eating a meal, a family of three was joyfully discussing the random things they did in the day.