World: N-Tails — Earth
In the dazzling sprawl of N-Tails, Earth had evolved into a digital utopia where all races — humans, demons, angels, beastkin, and synthetics — lived under the rule of superpowered kingdoms. Skyscrapers shimmered with holographic runes, and the skies pulsed with floating transport rails. Peace was a fragile balance, held together by ranked heroes and ancient rivalries.
On Street 9 of the Angel Kingdom, chaos erupted.
Bank of Elvisa had been hit.
The culprits: Gang Zeptri, eight rogue supervillains wielding fire-based powers. Flames curled through the air, alarms blared, and civilians scattered in panic.
But then — the wind shifted.
From the shadows, a hooded figure dropped into the fray like a thunderclap. His cloak rippled, silver hair catching the neon light. In a blur of motion, he struck.
WHAM. THUD. CRACK.
Three gang members hit the ground before they could react. The air around him twisted unnaturally — gravity bent, wind howled, and invisible force slammed into the attackers.
"Why is he here?!" one shouted, eyes wide with terror.
"That's the Demon King! The top hero! Run!"
But it was too late.
In a frictionless flash, the hooded hero surged forward — kicking two in the chest, spinning mid-air, and slamming another with a gravity-enhanced strike that shattered the pavement.
The gang leader raised his flaming fists, but the hero caught his wrist mid-swing, twisted it, and dropped him with a single motion. Then, with a flick of his fingers, he unleashed a gravity field so dense it pinned all eight villains to the ground like insects under glass.
Sirens wailed.
Angel Kingdom police arrived, stunned by the scene.
"Thank you, Aero," the captain said, saluting. "Even as the Demon King of another realm, you've saved our people again."
The hooded figure turned, his voice calm and distant.
"Just doing my job. I'm heading out. Stay safe."
He vanished into the wind.
The crowd erupted in cheers, but Aero — Hero Rank #2, sovereign of the Demon Kingdom — was already gone.
Realm: Demon Kingdom – The Wind Returns
In a flash of wind and light, he arrived.
The skies above the Demon Kingdom shimmered as Aero descended onto the central plaza — a vast arena carved from obsidian and glowing with crimson glyphs. Thousands of fans had gathered, their banners fluttering, their chants echoing through the towers.
"Aero! Aero! Demon King!"
He landed with effortless grace, cloak billowing, boots touching down like a whisper. The crowd roared. Cameras hovered. Holograms lit up the skyline.
Aero stepped forward, took the mic, and smiled — rare, quiet, and full of gravity.
"Thanks to your support across 500 years, I stand here today.
I am Aero, also known as Demon King Davius, protector of this realm."
The crowd erupted. Fans surged forward, and Aero raised a hand.
"All autographs — free. Come one by one. Let's make this moment eternal."
Then came the announcement.
"At noon today, during the Year No.1 Festival, I officially challenge the top-ranked hero:
Azbect, Prince of the Elf Realm — also known as Senotta."
Gasps. Cheers. Shockwaves of excitement.
"His style: Boxer Rocking.
His power: Perfect KO — the ability to knock out anyone after absorbing heavy damage.
Our battle will be held in the Festival Zone Centry, the sacred arena of champions."
Aero's voice deepened, wind swirling around him.
"This will be a tough match.
For your safety, stay indoors and watch the battle on holo-TV.
Let the realms witness what true power looks like."
He dropped the mic. The wind lifted him again.
The crowd chanted his name as he vanished into the sky, leaving behind a storm of anticipation.
Event: No.1 Festival – Duel of Legends
The skies above Festival Zone Centry pulsed with holograms and thunderous cheers.
Crowds from every realm tuned in — humans, elves, demons, angels, and synthetics — all watching the most anticipated battle of the year.
At the center of the arena stood Anchor Ovnis, the legendary mic hero from the Hero Association.
His superpower: Mic Control — able to command every microphone within a 7,000 km radius.
He raised his hand, and every mic in the region synced to his voice.
"🎙️Welcome, everyone, to the No.1 Festival!
Today's challenger: Hero Rank #2 — Aero, the Demon King of Wind!
And defending his title: Champion of All Time — Azbect, the Boxing Prince of the Elf Realm!"
The crowd roared. Spotlights flared. The arena trembled.
Azbect stepped forward, confident and charismatic.
His style: Boxer Rocking.
His power: Perfect KO — a mysterious ability that activates only after he's taken heavy damage.
He grabbed the mic with a grin.
"How are you, people? If you face any villains, just send me a mail to my kingdom. I'll handle it with care."
"Now let me welcome my old buddy and rival — Aero. Hi, Aero!"
Aero stood silent, hooded, calm.
"Hi, Mr. No.1. Let's fight."
💨 In a blink, Aero vanished.
Azbect's eyes narrowed. He spun, backflipping mid-air, and kicked toward the blur behind him.
"This trick's not gonna work, Aero!"
But Aero was already airborne — striking from above, wind swirling around him.
He hit Azbect with a rising combo: one, two, three — each blow lifting them higher into the sky.
"Game over, Mr. Knockout Hero," Aero said, voice echoing through the clouds.
"You can't beat me in the sky."
But Azbect smirked.
He activated Perfect KO — punching the very cloud beneath him, stabilizing mid-air.
"You think I'm gonna be defeated here?" he said, eyes glowing.
"Come on."
The sky crackled. The real battle had just begun.
Event: Sky Duel – Collapse of Legends
The sky was a battlefield.
Azbect, bruised but burning with resolve, dodged 15 consecutive fist strikes from Aero — each one faster than the last.
He spun, ducked, twisted mid-air, and finally shouted:
"Hey Aero — take this! Perfect KO!"
He launched a counterpunch, not with raw power — but with Aero's own force, redirected and amplified.
Aero was flung backward, spiraling toward the city skyline.
He crashed into the 70th floor of a skyscraper, shattering glass and steel.
The building trembled. Debris rained down.
From the cloud above, Azbect hovered, arms crossed.
"Is this your style of defeating rivals, Aero?"
But the silence broke.
Wind surged from the shattered floor.
Aero emerged from the hole, calm and composed.
He kicked the broken surface — and the wind rejoined the fragments, sealing the hole with elemental force.
"I never destroy anything," Aero said.
"I restore."
Then — he soared upward, faster than lightning, and delivered a skyward kick to Azbect.
"Game over, No.1."
Azbect was hurled downward — crashing through the roof of an ancient temple, stone and dust exploding around him.
But before he could hit the ground—
Aero flew in, delivering a mid-air knock-up, suspending Azbect in a frozen moment of impact.
Then he descended, standing silently on the temple floor.
Suddenly—
A mysterious magic circle activated beneath them.
It glowed with ancient runes, pulsing with unknown energy.
A blinding flash engulfed the temple.
When Azbect awoke, the temple was silent.
He searched every corner, every shadow.
"Aero…? Where are you?"
He stepped into the center of the circle, trembling.
"Aero is dead… shattered in the temple…"
His voice echoed through the ruins.
But his eyes held shock — not victory.
Event: Arrival in Orbretta – The King's Revelation
Aero opened his eyes.
He was no longer in the temple.
No longer in the sky.
No longer in his world.
Before him stretched a royal court unlike any realm he'd ever seen.
The floor gleamed — golden touch woven into red carpets, embroidered with ancient runes.
The air shimmered with power.
To his left and right, royal dignitaries sat in majestic furniture — obsidian frames, velvet cushions, armor polished to mirror shine.
At the far end stood the throne — raised on five black stone steps, carved from pure obsidian, glowing faintly with crimson veins.
Above it hung the kingdom's symbol: a sword piercing a spiral sun, surrounded by banners of red and black.
The throne room pulsed with silence.
Then — the figure on the throne leaned forward.
His crown was jagged, forged from nightmetal.
His eyes glowed with ancient wisdom and something darker.
Aero stood frozen — not in fear, but in awe.
The duel, the temple, the magic circle — it had all been a gateway.
And now, the real story was about to begin.
Event: The Throne of Obsidus – First Contact
The man on the throne rose.
"I am King Albert Azameth Obsidius, ruler of the Kingdom of Obsidus, sovereign of the realm of Orbretta."
His voice echoed through the golden hall, commanding yet calm.
Aero studied him carefully.
👑 The king looked to be in his mid-forties — with jet-black hair, swept back with regal precision. His skin was bronze-toned, his build powerful and broad, like a warrior who had earned his throne through battle.
He wore a royal ensemble:
A deep red tunic trimmed with black obsidian thread A flowing cape of red and white, lined with gold At his side, a golden-black obsidian sword, its hilt carved with ancient runes And atop his head, a crown of obsidian and gold, jagged yet elegant
The throne room shimmered with tension.
"Do not fear me," the king said, stepping down from the throne.
"I summoned you not as a prisoner — but as a chosen one."
Aero bowed slightly, respectful but composed.
"Understood, Your Majesty.
I am Davius, former Demon King of the Osmo Country, from the Demon Realm of N-Tails.
Also known as Hero Rank #2 — Aero."
He paused, scanning the unfamiliar court.
"I don't know why you summoned me…
But I'm always ready to help.
Because I'm a Super Hero."
The room fell silent.
King Obsidius blinked.
"Super… hero?" he repeated, confused.
"What is a super hero?"
Aero tilted his head, surprised.
The concept didn't exist here.
The worlds were more different than he thought.
To be continued…