Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

Aldred walked in a slow pace, looking at the trees and bushes around him. The trees here were much larger and thicker than the ones he usually saw.

After walking for about one kilometer, Aldred arrived at a hill. That was when he found a corpse of a young boy.

The boy had a black hair and brown eyes. He seemed to be only 13 years of age. His clothes were simple leather. Which mean he wasn't a son of a wealthy family.

The black object floated from Aldred's hand and hovered above the boy's head. It then hovered down and a drill came from the bottom, creating a hole on the boy's head.

After drilling the skull, a needle stabbed into the brain.

"Are you taking his memories?"

"Affirmative."

In a few seconds, the black object pulled its needle and hovered back to Aldred's palm. "How do I read the memories? Will it be in a form of writings?"

Golden tentacles came out of the black object and pierced onto Aldred's head. Sadly, the tentacles knocked against his hair.

"Let me help you with that." Aldred weakened his body, and the golden tentacles now managed to pierce his scalp.

"Memory transfer begin."

The young boy was known as Bhurud Hukhor. He was apparently the son of a knight from a local town called Towbone. Apparently, the boy wanted to train to be like his deceased fathe who was a powerful knight and quite well-known within the town.

He came here to this forest to train, but because of an accident, he died. He also learned a lot of things from the boy's memories. Apparently, the warrior's status here were far less inferior than magicians.

Magicians were considered nobles and civilized. They usually had more moneys and power. The leader of a group was usually led by magicians. And they tend to be more powerful than warriors.

One magicians in average could defeat two to three warriors at once.

It was very different from his continent. Back there, warriors and magicians were pretty balanced and had their own fighting styles. Magicians usually need to create distance to get and advantage, and warriors need to close the distance.

That was not the case here, because magicians here were not restricted by elements. They mostly used non-elemental spells unlike in his continent where most magicians used the elements for their attack.

Magicians here could even transform into fiends, dragons, ogres, and orcs. Overall, they had more versatile spells.

That was probably why warriors were weaker since they could only attack at close range. Of course, there were always exception. According to the boy's memories, there were legendary warriors who could easily kill magicians.

They were called by many name such as Magic Killer, Anti-Mage, Warlock Hunter, and whatnot.

Aldred's eyes glimmered. "This boy worked hard and studied a lot. He could have been a powerful warrior if he had a little bit of luck by his side."

This information was obtained by the boy because he was brave enough to sneak into a magician's library and read. Most warriors did not read, but the boy believed that he must also train his brain and not just his brawn.

Even though he was weak and constantly defeated by his friends, he kept this principle in mind and was sure he would be as strong as his father in the future.

Aldred sighed. "What a story. Sadly, he wasn't as lucky as me."

Aldred was basically fed with a diamond spoon. The moment he was born, he got two universal-being parents that gave him a lot of god-like talents.

This boy had to work hard every single day, and yet he died here for nothing.

"Hmm?" Aldred found a new information.

Apparently, the small town of Towbone was too insignificant for any magicians to rule. So they let the city ruled by warriors.

But the leader was not picked by voting… it was picked by fighting. With gladiator style, warriors were put in an arena and fought to the death if they wish to rule the city.

He also found out that another competition for that position will come in a few months.

"This is a perfect chance."

By winning that competition, he could get this city as his territory. The city would be the gate for his company to enter and spread.

Aldred smiled. "Hey, robot thingy, lead me to the city."

"Affirmative." A projection appeared with an arrow that pointed towards the south.

As Aldred slowly walked towards the south, he asked: "What are you called anyway?"

"I am called 05151rffags12f1*3*213."

"Seriously? Can I call you with something simpler?"

"You are free to change my name."

"Hmmm, what should I call you…"

Aldred thought for a few minutes until he decided. "Alexa, your name now is Alexa."

After walking for some time, Aldred arrived at Towbone. It was a very small town and quite poor as well. Most people here wore tattered clothes and dirty skin.

When everyone saw him, they looked at him weirdly because they had never seen his clothes before, and foreigner rarely came to their city.

After they noticed that he was quite wealthy, some of them took a leap of faith to beg him for food.

It was common knowledge that begging was useless. Every rich people like him would have guards to kick the poor away.

But Aldred simply gave them some gold to test if gold would work here as currency. Apparently, it was.

They thanked him and many more came to ask for money.

Aldred did not lack money, so he gave them as much as he could.

Soon so many people came that Aldred had to teleport away from there.

"How can there be so many poor people here?"

He was currently hiding atop a roof, but someone saw him and pointed.

"Look, he's over there!"

"Mister, please give us money!"

"Mister, money please!"

Aldred sighed and teleported away again. "What should I do? Wait… I can disguise myself."

With a snap of his finger, his appearance change to the death boy he saw in the forest. Judging from the memory he received, Bhurud Hukhor was quite well-known because of his father.

But Aldred did not have any problem with that. He could switch disguise at any time anyway.

So now he had the appearance of a 13 year old boy.

"Bhurud! You fucker dare to show your face here again? Didn't I told you to leave until you are strong enough to fight me?"

A big, bulky boy approached him with his group.

Aldred sighed. He had seen this scenario too many times.

Stella's giggle entered his mind. "Go easy on them, Aldred. They are still children after all."

"Fine," Aldred said.

"What do you mean fine!" Zirem shouted.

Suddenly, Aldred rushed towards the boy and then slapped his chubby cheek. The impact pulled all of his teeth out and the boy was sent flying into the air before crashing onto a trash box.

His friends were dumbfounded when they saw this.

"Monster… Monster!!!"

"How can he be this strong. Zirem beat him up a few days ago."

"Maybe it was true what they said. The blood of a great warrior runs deep!"