The Eternal Family - Chapter 30: Transformation

Ary's life takes a drastic turn when he is chosen as a warrior to end the tyranny of the demon king.

“What? Me? A Warrior?” Ary couldn't believe his ears. He was just an ordinary boy.

“Yes, Ary. You have the potential to become a great Warrior,” said the deity who appeared before him in the Realm of Endless Potentials.

With his newfound powers and the help of his angel weapon, Ary fights against the demon race that includes demon lords, demon commanders, demon emperors and royal demons.

As he journeyed on, he uncovered the mystery of his dark past, discovering that the demon king was responsible for the death of his family.

Determined to overthrow the demon king, Ary continued on his quest, and the Book of Almita helped him to overcome any obstacle and bring him success, but the path filled with many death threats only led to a miserable end unless you're lucky enough to withstand it all. Will he be able to avenge his family and bring peace to the heavenly realms, or just meet a miserable end like his parents?

Follow him on his journey, from an ordinary warrior to the Legendary Demon Hunter!

[WARNING:- Mature Content!]

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I watch him, his green eyes brimming with concern as he gently massages my scarred leg. The sensation is both soothing and a stark reminder of my own inadequacy. The once-feared Crimson General, a symbol of power and invincibility, is now nothing but a frail shadow of his former self. I’ve been abandoned, left to decay in this forsaken place, my family and comrades long forgotten. Darkness had become my only solace, and I had resigned myself to it.Then he arrived, a beacon of light in my endless night. His presence, his care—it’s more than I ever deserved. Yet, I find myself clinging to him with an intensity that borders on madness. I hate that I need him so desperately, that his every action and word have become my lifeline. It consumes me, a torment I can't escape.“You don't have to do this. Please, don’t do this. I’m nothing. You deserve better. Leave. Please,” I beg, my voice trembling with raw anguish, the very words tearing me apart.He continues his work, seemingly unaffected by my pleas.“Why are you here? Look at me! I’m nothing.”Desperation and anger swell within me, mixing into a maelstrom of anxiety. I can’t comprehend the emotions coursing through me.“You're my alpha, where else would I be?” he responds softly, his gaze unwavering, as if my pleas were mere background noise.My heart races, torn between overwhelming relief and paralyzing dread. In that moment, I realize the truth: you would have to tear him from my cold, lifeless arms. I’m never letting go.General Thorne, betrayed and broken, finds new life and love with Omega Noelle, who nurses him back to health. Their deepening bond reveals Thorne’s softer side, offering a chance at happiness. Unfortunately, Thorne’s past soon catches up with them, threatening their newfound peace.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…