I instinctively scanned my surroundings for enemies and noticed a different scenery than expected: a desolate wasteland with no flora, water, or wildlife. It was just scorched earth, with soot filling my nose.

The scorched ground beneath my feet emitted an acrid smell of soot, causing me to cough instinctively. Despite the apparent emptiness of my surroundings, an unseen force seemed to press down on me as if the weight of the entire world rested upon my shoulders.

Dust, ash, and smoke clouded my vision, obscuring my sight until I brushed them away with a swift hand motion. As the dust settled, it became apparent that only two figures stood in that desolate expanse- myself and another facing each other.

"Finally returned from your little nap, boy? You are now the last one," the man in front of me remarked, a twisted grin adorning his face. Once I heard that voice, his voice, I remembered why I was here: to defeat him.

My adversary, the Demon King Lucifero, possessed a physique reminiscent of a bodybuilder, with muscles that seemed to be sculpted to perfection, devoid of any excess fat or visible bones.

Standing at a towering height that dwarfed my 5'10 height, Lucifero must have been well over 12 feet tall, his blood-red skin rippling with power as he moved. Four arms, four jet-black horns, and four lifeless black eyes adorned his imposing figure, marking him as the epitome of strength and prowess.
To say he wasn't the strongest did him a disservice.

This was a daunting task assigned to me by my owner- to challenge Lucifero, the being with unrivaled power, and kill him.

I had no option but to obey; I was a peasant, no one with no say.