The Demon King's Obsession
Blonde hair, blue eyes, a handsome face, so smooth without blisters, and he was even a student.
He was no one, sixty years before he was born, in a body that wasn't his.
And the Demon king, the one he killed, was still alive, walking around somewhere in this timeline, young, healthy and free.
And he had not yet became the monster he killed.
His mind was still spiraling, then a knock jolted him out.
“Lysan, the combat exams start in about ten minutes, are you ready yet?” Another male voice came through from behind the door.
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