The three-month journey continued on Tii’s Mu vessel…
Even on calm ocean waters, Tii did not allow rest.
Every morning:
? Renis practiced advanced Hold of Mu grappling.
? Grav trained Fury Fist / Tiger Boxing until his arms shook.
? Alyndra learned Gentle Fist footwork while balancing on the railing.
? All three entered the Bond Realm daily for hyper-accelerated training.
? Nyx and Rai’ten sparred beside them, pushing their limits.
Every night, they cooked Mu meals, refined potions, and experimented with toxins over tiny lantern flames on the deck.
Tii stood at the bow, cloak fluttering, eyes locked toward the Demon Continent.
“Get ready…” he warned.
“Lumin?us is… different.”
A few days later, the Demon Port came into view.
Renis, Grav, and Alyndra gawked.
Tii squinted.
The city rose like a neon-lit mountain:
? giant glass towers glowing with demon essence
? flying trams guided by wind demons
? streets paved with moving light panels
? holo-signs projected from rooftops
? demon merchants in suits
? humans and elves chatting like locals
? a magical-technology fusion Tii had never seen
Alyndra gasped:
“This is nothing like the Tyranny continent…”
Renis took a selfie.
Grav took ten.
Tii blinked.
“…what’s a selfie?”
All three froze.
Renis: “Tii… wait—do you know what a phone is?”
Tii: “A what?”
Alyndra screamed.
The three students dragged Tii into the nearest tech store.
Holo-screens everywhere.
Loud demon-pop music.
Demons with dyed hair.
Magic-coated phones floating above displays.
Tii, confused:
“…why are the stones glowing?”
Alyndra facepalmed so hard it echoed.
Twenty minutes later, Tii held his first smartphone.
He stared at the home screen like it was an Old God.
Renis taught him camera tools.
Grav taught him text messaging.
Alyndra taught him filters.
Tii took a picture.
Stared at it.
“…I look so tired.”
The group screamed with laughter.
But slowly…
He got it.
He really got it.
Tii spent the next hour taking pictures of:
? the ceiling
? Nyx
? random passing demons
? himself making weird faces
? Rai’ten looking unimpressed
He actually smiled.
Alyndra realized something important:
“Tii… you’ve never done regular teenage things, have you?”
Tii blinked.
“No? What do teenagers do?”
Renis and Grav:
“EVERYTHING.”
They dragged him:
? to an arcade
? to a demon burger joint
? to a sports coliseum where demon & human athletes used magic mid-game
? to a clothing mall
? to a dessert café
Tii kept asking:
“Why is the basketball on fire?”
“Why is the burger glowing?”
“Why do people cheer at that?”
“Can I punch that machine?”
“Why does this sweater cost 200 dollars??”
They forced him to buy clothes.
He walked out wearing:
? a tight long-sleeved compression shirt
? sleek black chino pants
? still his Mu cloak
? still barefoot until Grav physically forced sneakers on him
Renis sighed.
“It’s… not much, but at least he doesn’t look homeless.”
As they walked, Tii suddenly stopped.
He stared at a shop window—completely frozen.
They got worried.
“Tii? You okay—”
Renis looked.
Tii was staring at basketball shoes.
Glossy demon-tech soles.
Essence-reactive cushioning.
High-ankle support.
Sleek modern athletic design.
Tii whispered:
“…I want those.”
He didn’t know what they were.
He didn’t know what they did.
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He just knew:
“Shoes… look… cool.”
Renis, born sneakerhead, instantly activated:
“These are Lumin?us Skyfire 7s—top-tier demon performance sneakers, perfect for movement, traction, and—”
Tii wasn’t listening.
He was hypnotized.
Alyndra asked:
“Tii… do you have money?”
Tii:
“…what’s money?”
The shock nearly killed Grav.
They checked his ID.
Dragged him to an ATM.
Scanned his card.
BALANCE: $20,000,000
Everyone:
“…………………..BRO WHAT?!”
Tii shrugged.
“I didn’t know what it was. I thought people liked shiny flat stones.”
Renis fell to his knees.
Alyndra screamed into the air.
Grav was laughing hysterically.
Tii bought the sneakers.
He loved them.
They rested one night at a luxurious Lumin?us inn.
Tii saw a “mini fridge” for the first time and whispered,
“Why is this little box… cold?”
Alyndra laughed until she cried.
Morning came.
They walked into the Demon Coliseum, packed with banners from every nation:
? Elven military elites
? Orc war-chiefs and juggernauts
? Dwarven armored monks
? Demonkind special ops
? Human knight academies
? And the Light Faction’s royal demon team
Tii scanned the warriors…
Ignored every group…
Until he felt it.
A pulse.
A pressure.
A heat in the air.
An aura nearly equal to his.
He turned.
And locked eyes with her.
Tall.
Sharp-eyed.
Silver horns curved like crescents.
Long black hair with crimson streaks.
Battle cloak.
Essence pressure like a storm.
Leader of the Demon Team.
Her gaze burned like lightning.
Tii stared back.
The air between them grew heavier…
And heavier…
And heavier…
A silence so intense that even Nyx bristled.
Rai’ten flapped his wings nervously.
Behind Veyra, her teammates whispered:
“Who the hell is that boy…?”
Behind Tii, Renis whispered:
“…Tii, you’re scaring everyone.”
Just as the pressure reached breaking point—
ANNOUNCER:
“WELCOME… TO THE INTERNATIONAL BATTLE ROYALE!”
The tension snapped.
Both looked away at the same time.
But neither forgot the other.
Lat Nokle and Selris Rayvern finally showed up.
Late.
Sweaty.
Utterly unprepared.
Tii stared at them with open disappointment.
“You two should tap out early,” he said bluntly.
“Otherwise you’ll get in the way.”
Lat puffed up angrily.
Selris scoffed.
Both ignored him.
Tii didn’t care.
He turned to his real students.
Tii faced Renis, Alyndra, and Grav.
His cloak swaying.
Sneakers shining.
Eyes sharp and serious.
“Stay together. Fight as one.
Watch each other’s blind spots.
Don’t look for me.”
They nodded.
Alyndra: “Where will you be?”
Tii stretched his shoulders and cracked his neck.
“Me?
I’m going after her.”
Grav gulped.
“Veyra…?”
Tii smirked.
“My new target.”
The horn readied.
The ground trembled.
The battle royale was seconds away.
THE ARENA OF LUMINA ELIUS
The demon capital city was a spiral of crimson stone, obsidian pillars, neon lights, floating essence-cores, and sky-trams that hummed like thunder. It felt alive.
But nothing compared to the Great Arena of Lumina Elius, where the international academy battle royale was held.
A coliseum carved from Titan Beast bones.
A circular stage reinforced by demon metal.
Seats made from enchanted volcanic glass.
The arena could hold 600,000 spectators—
and today it was overflowing.
Teams from:
? Elven Kingdom
? Dwarven Underforge
? Orc Dominion
? Light Demon Continent
? Human Alliance Academy
had gathered.
And the crowd roared with excitement as the announcer shouted:
“AND NOW… ENTERING THE FIELD… THE HUMAN ACADEMY REPRESENTATIVES!”
The cheers turned to whispers.
Then to confusion.
Then to disbelief.
Because leading the group was a boy in a cloak, eating a grilled moose-bear leg with zero urgency.
Tii Alpha’leo.
Behind him walked Renis, Alyndra, Grav — confident.
And far behind…
Lat Nokle and Selris Rayvern, dragging their feet like embarrassed toddlers.
Every nation’s students froze when they heard the announcer call:
“TII ALPHA’LEO— representing the Isles of Fog.”
Several adults in the crowd went pale.
Whispers exploded instantly:
“Alpha’leo?… Pryde Alpha’leo’s clan?”
“The King of Calamity?”
“Is that… his son?”
“His essence is insane… what IS that boy?”
Others scowled, jealous and furious.
A half-orc noble hissed:
“Freak. Fog savage.”
A demon laughed:
“A child from a myth.”
Everyone was talking.
Everyone was watching him.
And Tii didn’t notice—
because he was trying to wipe BBQ grease off his face and failing miserably.
The moment the bell sounded—
Tii’s moose-bear bone hit the floor.
And he disappeared.
An afterimage of wind and shadow tore across the arena as he sprinted directly toward—
Veyra Velkrio.
The moment he moved, the entire arena felt a gravity shift.
Even Renis muttered,
“…Holy hell… He didn’t even breathe first…”
Alyndra whispered,
“That demon girl is his target…?”
Grav nodded slowly,
“He’s NEVER looked at someone like that.”
Renis, Alyndra, and Grav didn’t have time to react.
The Orc Academy Team—six berserker students—charged straight at them.
Lat and Selris?
They screamed and sprinted in the opposite direction like startled chickens.
Renis rolled his eyes.
“Pathetic.”
Alyndra cracked her knuckles and activated Gentle Mu, pressure points lighting under her fingers.
Grav took a Tiger Boxing stance, furiously stomping the ground.
“As Tii says… time to grind.”
And then—
The orcs swung massive axes, maces, clubs.
The trio moved with harmony.
? Alyndra blurred through them, shutting down their joints.
? Grav tanked their hits and countered with explosive fury-fist chains.
? Renis flowed around them with sword-arts, redirecting, slicing, sweeping legs.
Together—
They annihilated the entire orc squad in under 12 seconds.
One orc flew into the stands, knocked out so hard the crowd gasped.
Another landed face-first into the sand, missing teeth.
Alyndra stood atop the last one’s chest:
“Stay down.”
Their teamwork shocked the arena.
But the two elf sharpshooters spotted Lat and Selris, who were hiding behind some rubble.
“Target the cowards. They’re weak links.”
They fired precision essence arrows—
Renis intercepted them, blade sparking.
Alyndra knocked arrows away mid-flight.
Grav smashed the ground and made a dirt wall.
“GET BACK HERE, YOU TWO!” Alyndra shouted.
Lat and Selris:
“NO THANKS!!!”
Tii landed in the center of the Demon Academy Team.
The five demon teammates guarding Veyra immediately surrounded him.
Veyra lifted her chin.
“Stand down. He’s mine.”
They ignored her.
Tii sighed.
“…Alright then.”
WHOOSH!
He vanished.
Reappeared behind all five.
A single cyclone step.
They all collapsed simultaneously, twitching, knocked out with their faces buried in the dirt.
Veyra blinked once.
“Interesting.”
Veyra stepped forward.
Her blade ignited crimson, obsidian shadows swirling.
She placed her hand on the ground—
BOOM!
Two massive Guardian Spirits erupted from the arena floor:
? One wielding a flaming halberd
? One wielding a shield of obsidian bone
Tii whistled.
“Yo, that’s clean.”
Veyra:
“Summoning is the Light Demon art. I gain their abilities. Just as you gain your beasts’.”
Tii smirked.
“Then let’s make this fun.”
Behind him, Nyx stepped out of his shadow.
Rai’ten descended from above, sparking lightning.
Spectators screamed.
Veyra and Tii released their auras.
A wave of heat and gravity crushed the arena.
? Humans coughed blood.
? Orcs shielded their faces.
? Elves put up barriers.
? Dwarves braced, eyes wide.
Only the two fighters remained standing comfortably.
Tii:
“Round one.”
Veyra:
“Don’t die.”
Veyra slashed flames at him—blades of white-hot fire.
Tii skidded, flipped, threaded through each one.
He countered with:
Cyclone Step.
A tornado-like burst.
Fast enough to rupture the air.
Her guardians blocked—
Nyx pounced and dragged one away, shadow ripping, jaws glowing.
Rai’ten dive-bombed the other, lightning stabbing like spears.
Tii’s staff split into tonfa.
He dashed forward.
Their fists and weapons clashed:
? Shockwaves rippled the sand.
? Cracks spiderwebbed across the arena floor.
? Flames and wind coiled together violently.
Veyra smirked.
“Faster!”
Tii grinned.
“Gladly!”
They traded dozens of hits per second, vanishing and reappearing.
Spectators only saw flashes of light and streaks of shadow.
One of Veyra’s strikes collided with Tii’s tonfa—
CLANG—CRACK!
Her blade fractured.
She leapt back, panting slightly.
Tii twirled his tonfa casually.
“You good?”
Veyra smiled and whispered:
“Watch closely.”
HER DEMON LIBERATION FORM
She lifted the silver horns from her helm.
They weren’t decoration.
They were seals.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—BOOM
Her power multiplied fivefold.
Her skin paled into ghostly porcelain.
Her hair lengthened and whipped around like flame.
A blood-red gem opened on her forehead.
Her eyes became feral gold.
Horn-growth curved backwards in a regal goat-like shape.
The entire arena shook.
Renis gulped.
“Oh… shit…”
Alyndra whispered:
“Is… she still a student?”
Grav:
“We’re dead.”
Tii’s heart raced.
But he smiled wide.
“YES. This is what I wanted.”
Both fighters coated their fists in layered elements:
Tii:
? shadow
? lightning
? wind
? environment essence (massive)
Veyra:
? fire
? lightning
? demon-curse essence
? liberation boost x5
They charged.
Air shattered.
Ground caved.
Their fists collided—
but their essence pressure alone kept their knuckles apart by half a meter.
Their energies warred violently in the air.
Veyra screamed:
“DEMON STYLE: LIBERATION FIST!!”
Tii roared:
“BEAST STYLE: FALCON FIST!!”
Wind howled.
Fire ignited.
Lightning cracked.
Shadow swirled.
Essence spiraled into a miniature storm.
Then—
BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!
The arena exploded.
Sand vaporized.
Walls cracked.
Spectators were knocked back.
The shockwave hit the sky and split clouds. Sending the rest of the contestants out off the arena eliminating them. When the dust settled—
Veyra was lying unconscious, cracked horns flickering, her battle form fading.
Tii stood over her, panting, bleeding slightly, but smiling.
Silence.
Then—
ROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRR!!!!
The crowd nearly rioted with excitement.
The Human Academy had won the international tournament.
For the first time in decades.
Tii Alpha’leo—
child of the Fog Isles—
had brought them victory.
Renis, Alyndra, Grav sprinted to him, cheering.
Lat and Selris tried to join—
“HEY TI I—WE WERE PART OF—”
The group glared.
They shut up and walked away.
Later that night, Tii wandered the streets with Renis, Alyndra, and Grav.
Demon neon lights reflected on the wet stone roads.
And then—
He saw her.
Veyra Velkrio.
In casual demon attire.
Hair tied.
Horns small and natural.
Eyes bright and calm.
Beautiful.
She noticed him and walked over.
They sat.
They talked.
Shared upbringing stories.
Laughs.
Drinks.
Smokes.
Warmth.
She invited him to train with her and her continent someday.
Tii accepted.
A very real bond began forming.
Upon returning to the human academy:
Headmaster Vaelor cried tears of joy hugging the trophy.
Tii mentioned taking Renis, Alyndra, and Grav to the Mu Isles for summer.
Vaelor:
“YES. TAKE THEM. TAKE ALL OF THEM.”
Lat and Selris’ fathers barged in and humiliated them.
They were forced to join the summer training trip.
Tii’s reaction:
“Lmao okay.”
On Tii’s boat, Lat and Selris tried to enter the bond realm.
Tii:
“No bond. No entry.”
They fumed.
Days later, the boat hit the Pillar-made Fog.
Renis, Alyndra, Grav entered the bond realm safely.
Tii tied Lat and Selris to the mast.
“You two need a lesson.”
The fog attacked their minds.
They screamed, cried, begged.
Tii filmed it.
Renis nearly vomited laughing.
Alyndra covered her mouth.
Grav was crying from laughter.
And then—
The fog parted.
The Isle of Mu appeared.
Pristine.
Holy.
Beautiful.
Untouched.
Waiting.
And a massive welcoming party of Hybrid Beastmen—Tii’s kin—stood at the port.
Renis whispered:
“Holy… god… they’re enormous…”
Alyndra:
“Those are… Beastmen…?”
Grav trembled:
“Tii… you grew up with THESE!?!?”
Tii smiled.
“Welcome home.”
