Chapter One: The Secret of Three Worlds
In the vast fabric of the universe, there existed three unique planets—Earth, Future Planet, and Demon World. Though separated by space and time, these worlds were bound by one powerful system: Class Division
Title: Top 3 Best Classes the space
Synopsis:
In a universe where power defines destiny, three supreme classes reign above all:
1. Mong – Powerful and human-like, the Mongs are born warriors. With brute strength and deep instincts, they dominate the battlefield with honor and pride.
2. Vampire – An all-female class from the Demon World, these elegant yet dangerous beings survive by feeding on blood. They possess seductive charm and terrifying magic, ruling through fear and beauty.
3. Robot Class – Purely mechanical and emotionless, this class comes from the Future Planet. With unmatched intelligence and advanced technology, they are the cold architects of progress—and destruction
**Title:*** The Peace Into Hell
(**Prologue: The Fall of Peace**)
Once, Earth
That peace shattered the day the **Vampire Class**, a race of elegant yet merciless all-female beings from the **Demon World**, invaded Earth. They turned the land into a living hell, burning cities, consuming life, and wiping out entire populations. Within days, billions were slaughtered.
In the ruined city of **Tokyo**, a lone child survived—**Parkel Kumamoto**.
He watched his parents die, drained of their blood by a vampire. That vampire's face was beautiful... unforgettable. But what haunted him even more was the arrival of a mysterious **Robot**—with the face of a young girl, sharp metallic fangs, and a strange resemblance to the vampire who killed his family.
She cared for him. She protected him. But years later, Parkel realized the truth—he had mistaken comfort for corruption. In a moment of rage and clarity, he killed the robot... the only being who had ever stayed by his side. And as she died, she smiled.
**Title** The Challenge of the Bloody Monster**
Now grown, **Parkel Kumamoto** lives alone in a forgotten village at the edge of the world. Haunted by his past, he seeks neither peace nor company—only silence.
But the world won't leave him alone.
From the **Demon World**, a new threat descends. The brutal class known as **Skull Troopers**—demonic warriors riding monstrous white boars—march under the flag of the feared **Skull King**. With an army of 20,000, they arrive to wipe the village from the map.
Yet, when the Skull King sees only one person standing in the village, he scoffs and commands his army to ignore the place.
That's when Parkel steps forward.
"Oi! Bone-face. You the leader of these pigs?"
"Let's make a deal. If I lose, I become your slave. But if I win... You gives me your horse..
The Skull King, amused by Parkel's defiance, agrees. But rather than fight himself, he sends his **second-best warrior**—a monster said to have crushed ten cities.
Parkel clenches his fists. His blood boils.
This isn't just about survival anymore.
It's **revenge**. **Fight**
The battlefield stood still—only wind and dust between two forces.
Suddenly—
BOOM!
The Skull Warrior lunged first, his demonic body tearing through the ground as he launched a massive, clawed punch toward Parkel.
But Parkel twisted sideways with eerie calm.
> "Oi, bone club... That all you got?"
The insult struck harder than any weapon. The Skull Warrior snarled, veins bulging, and his aura flared like black fire. Triggered, he unleashed a barrage of strikes—each punch faster, harder, more savage.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Parkel was driven back, cornered against a crumbling wall. A fist slammed into his gut, then another across his jaw, and then—BAM!—a final uppercut that smashed him into the dirt. Blood spilled from his mouth. His body trembled.
But he stood up.
Eyes half-shut, mouth bloody, he whispered...
> "That... tickled."
The Skull Warrior took a step back. For the first time, he felt it—fear.
Parkel's presence darkened. His aura flared crimson, like a demon born in hellfire. He dashed forward in a blur, appearing behind the Skull Warrior before he could even react.
SNAP!
Parkel grabbed the warrior's head—one hand around his jaw, the other at the back of the skull—and twisted, locking him in a brutal chokehold.
> "Let me show you... what real pain feels like."
Bones cracked.
The Skull Warrior screamed.
For the first time in his brutal life, he felt pain—real, soul-crushing pain.
The Skull King, watching from above, stood up.
> "That hold... that's only used by elite killers... He broke through my second-best warrior like nothing..."
Too late.
CRUNCH!
With one final twist, Parkel tore the Skull Warrior's head clean off.
Blood sprayed into the sky like a fountain. Silence fell across the battlefield.
Everyone—Skull Troopers, soldiers, even the wind—stood frozen.
The Skull King narrowed his eyes, then smirked.
> "So... this is the last survivor of Earth?"
"He's no man..."
He raised his hand and pointed at Parkel.
> "From today onward... I name you—The Bloody Monster."
Parkel stood, drenched in blood, holding the Skull Warrior's head.
He said nothing.
But his eyes burned with one message:
"I'm not done yet."
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The Skull King descended from his throne of bones. With slow, heavy steps, he approached Parkel and dismounted from his massive warhorse—an enormous beast cloaked in shadows, with blood-red eyes and demon armor plated along its flanks.
Without a word, the Skull King extended the reins.
> "Take it. You've earned more than my respect. You've earned my mount."
Parkel looked at the beast. As his hand touched its neck—
FLASH!
The horse's dark flesh shimmered. In an instant, its black form turned snow white, its eyes glowing sky-blue, and a long, spiraled horn grew from its forehead.
The battlefield gasped.
Parkel's lips curled slightly.
> "You're not a demon... you're something else."
"From now on, now your name is... Unicorn