Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son-Novel

The train started to move as the train attendants brought them the food that they had ordered. Some vegetables and meat for Mary, Mareona, and Sophia. Fruits and veggies for Mira, and lots of cakes for Ivette.

“Zafrina, Stella. Both of you don’t want to eat?”

“We’re fine.”

Ivette hearing that sliced the cake with her golden spoon and then offered it to them. Stella smiled and opened her mouth. The cake went in, and she chewed with a smile.

“Is it good?” Ivette asked.

“It’s perfect.”

She then fed Zafrina some cakes too.

“I think there’s cupcakes that you can order, Zafrina.” Aldred flipped the menu a few times trying to find a cupcake for her.

There was none.

“It’s okay, Aldred. I don’t like cupcakes that much anymore. After all, I am a big girl.”

As they chatted and ate their food. A big man with a blade scar on his forehead approached him with a frown.

“I heard you bought the access to explore the 10th floor.”

Aldred ignored him and continued chatting with the girls._.

“Hey, I am talking to you.”

Aldred still ignored him.

“Bastard!” The man brandished his sword.

SHIING!

The man stopped in his track as three sharp blade threatened to cut off his neck. Three men surrounded him with vile intention.

It was Bartrem, Joseph, and Jeffery. The man sweated as he felt the sharp cold blade. With one glance he immediately knew their weapons were at least middle or upper rarity grade.

Only the wealthy could bring something like that.

“It seems like we have a little misunderstanding,” the man said. “I apologize.”

Bartrem, Joseph, and Jeffery pulled their swords off the man’s neck slowly.

The man took a step forward, seemingly about to leave, but suddenly he slashed his sword at Aldred.

Stella smiled and raised her hand. Glittering light particles appeared on the man’s bodies, and he couldn’t move a single inch.

The man gritted his teeth as he tried to push the blade into Aldred’s scalp.

Aldred ignored it and put a spoon of cake in his mouth.

The light particles entered his body, and then a terrifying cracking sound of bones resounded.

The man couldn’t even scream in pain before he died. Dark mist engulfed him, and turned him into undead.

The onlookers were shocked when they saw this.

“Who sent you to mess with me?”

The man pointed at row A35.

Aldred looked behind, and the man in question flinched. He looked like a wealthy man with a lot of subordinates around him.

Aldred’s soldiers stood up, and so did his enemies.

“What business do you have to disturb me?”

The man hesitated at first, but he took a deep breath and glared at him. “Foreigners like you shouldn’t be able to access the 10th floor.”

“Ah, so that was the problem. Childish.”

“What did you call me!”

“You disturb me just because I wasn’t born in this place. That’s pathetic. How about this. You look rich. Give me everything you have, and I will let you live.”

“This is why I hate you people, always trying to rob us of our riches.”

“If that is what you think of me, then that is what I will become.”

“I guess all of your rare gears are stolen too. You earned them through scamming people didn’t you? A fitting job for a dirt ball.”

Aldred frowned.

The man frowned back. “Men, kill them. I have had enough of their attitude.”

The enemies stood up, revealing their thick armor with middle and upper grade rarity. Their weapons were also of high quality as well.

More warriors came out from the back, along with some archers with crossbows and magicians with their staff.

Both sides stared at each other fiercely. Some sort of red aura blasted against each other between them.

The people that had nothing to do with this quietly left the place.

Aldred summoned his long sword, and his Golden Battle Gear appeared on his body.

The tension peaked through the roof, but everyone was silent. After a moment, a man screamed and then both sides charged at each other.

“ATTACK!” Bartrem shouted as he charged beside Aldred. The battlefield was cramped with seats. Although the train was spacious, it wasn’t designed for battle.

Bartrem led the charge with his men following beside him. He bashed the front line with his shield, slashed left and right, before leaving them to Joseph and Jeffery.

He had done this many times before when fighting against the Montcresian. He had fought with his men many times, so they could read his plan without even communicating it.

The soldiers rammed their spears and blood spilled. The army retreated, revealing the magicians and archers releasing their attacks.

“Shield!” Bartrem roared and raised his shield while the other shieldmen rushed forward as well.

The attacks blasted the shield but they did not even budge.

Then a white blurry image flashed forward, creating lines of white trail around wherever it went.

It was Ivette. She cut down a few dozen enemies and the Bartrem quickly reinforced her.

Sophia gave them powerful buffs and helped from the back with Mira. Mareona and Mary charged as well, while Stella kept attacking with her extraordinary star magic.

Looking back at how they overwhelmed the enemy, Aldred realized that he did not need to do anything.

The female warriors and the male warriors worked together perfectly. Whenever one soldier was pushed back, the others would quickly help.

The wealthy man gritted his teeth, and a mysterious light purple mist enveloped his body before they formed into an armor. He put on his helmet, and the visor closed shut. Mist came out from the sides while the eyes glowed.

“That’s a pseudo-battle gear,” Zafrina said. “Be careful, Aldred.”

Aldred smiled. “I don’t think it can be compared to the real thing.”

The wealthy man ignored the other soldiers and rushed at Aldred. Aldred smiled and receive the attack by raising his long sword.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

With his godly eyes helping him, Aldred was dancing and weaving through his opponent’s blindspot.

He slashed, and the man blocked. But mid-swing, the long sword turned into a majestic spear with a large, blue runic spearhead that sparked with lightning.

Aldred stabbed the man in the chest, lightning current entered, and caused considerable damage.

The man punched Aldred with a gauntleted hand. And he could feel the weight and power of that punch right in his face.

Both of them stepped back. The wealthy man’s armor regenerated with purple mist coming out of the broken parts.

They glared at each other, and were about to attack.

But Aldred felt something coming from outside the train. He looked to the side, through the window, and there he saw something he never expect to see in this world—

A missile!