Aren lay on the infirmary bed, wrapped head to toe in bandages.
Healers whispered nervously nearby:
"He survived sixteen bullies…?""His bones should be dust…""He walked here like nothing happened…"
Aren didn't care.
Eyes closed.Breathing steady.Resting.
Until—
CLACK.
The door opened.
The Heirs Arrive 👑🔥
A woman entered first.
Tall.Beautiful.Violent.
Serapha Ragon—Heir of Wrath, daughter of one of the Seven Deadly Sins.
Her crimson eyes gleamed with interest.
Behind her followed a man with a snake's smile.
Lokar Vell—Heir of Greed.
Serapha leaned against Aren's bed.
"So," she said softly,"you're the one who put seventy-five students in the hospital."
Aren didn't open his eyes.
"…Hmm."
Lokar chuckled."He talks like a corpse. I like that."
Serapha tapped his bandaged arm.
"We want you."
Silence.
"For what?" Aren asked calmly.
Lokar answered without shame:
"To be our dog.Our weapon.Our entertainment.Our toy."
Aren blinked once.
"…Hmm."
Chaos Multiplies 💥😵
SLAM!
The door burst open again.
Five more figures entered.
• Glacia — Sloth Heir 😴White hair, floating lazily."Back off… I saw him first…"
• Marius — Pride Heir ✨Golden armor for no reason."You peasants cannot claim someone worthy of me."
• Bellara — Lust Heir 💋Smiling far too warmly."Even injured… he's cute."
• Draven — Gluttony Heir 🍖Stuffing snacks into his mouth."Can we eat him? No? Okay…"
Seven heirs.Five boys. Two girls.All surrounding one injured student.
Aren's head started to hurt.
Behind the door, Mimi peeked secretly, eyes wide.
"He really fought them all alone…?"
Aren's Answer 💣🧊
Serapha smirked."Choose one of us."
Lokar snapped, "Me."
Marius scoffed, "Pride."
Bellara giggled, "My bed—"
Aren sat up.
Calm.Controlled.
He reached into his cube.
And pulled out a bomb.
A real one.
Glowing red core.Fuse already lit.
🔥💥🔥
The room froze.
Serapha's aura flared.Lokar summoned a shield.Marius struck a pose.Bellara prepared a charm.Draven hid behind snacks.
Mimi nearly screamed.
Aren tossed the bomb upward—
FSSSST—
Then—
CLICK.
He caught it mid-air, snapped the fuse, and put it back into the cube.
Silence.
The heirs stared at him like he was the Demon King himself.
Aren stretched lazily.
"So," he asked,"which one should I join?"
Absolute Madness 😵💫🔥
"ME!" Serapha shouted.
"NO—ME!" Lokar snarled.
"PRIDE!""LUST!""FIGHT ME!""EAT WITH ME!"
The room shook with arguments.
Aren stood up.
Walked past them.
Lay back down.
"I'm sleeping."
Complete silence.
Serapha clenched her fist.
"…This demon will be mine."
Mimi whispered from the doorway:
"Who… are you?"
Aren closed his eyes.
Ignoring them all.
The Dream 🌫️👁️
That night—
Aren slept.
And stood inside a vast white space.
A woman sat on a floating chair.
The Headmistress.
"You finally slept deeply enough," she said.
Aren nodded.
"Let's talk."
She folded her hands.
"Tell me your plan."
Aren spoke calmly.
"Mimi admires her father.Her ideal man is who he used to be."
The Headmistress nodded.
"He once shook continents. Then softened."
Aren's eyes darkened.
"She knows the legend. Not the reality."
"Yes."
"I'll become that reality."
The Headmistress inhaled sharply.
"You'll make her see her father's past… in you?"
"Yes."
"And then she will love you like her mother did?"
Silence.
The answer was clear.
Her voice trembled.
"Demon girls love once. Forever.If you reject her—"
"I know."
"You'll break her heart."
"And save millions of heads."
The weight of it crushed the dream.
The Headmistress whispered:
"…You are cruel."
Aren replied:
"I am necessary."
Silence.
Then—
"May gods or devils have mercy."
"No mercy needed."
The dream shattered.
Aren slept on.
Unaware that in saving the world—
He had already chosento become the villainof one heart 💔🌍.