(VRMMORPG) Fallen Realm Online: Rebirth of The Strongest Demon

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Amid a spotlessly clean, grand, and serene estate, where a luxurious mansion stood imposingly against a breathtaking landscape, two figures were positioned near a cascading mountain waterfall.

A frail yet strikingly beautiful 18-year-old young woman with pale, dainty skin stood silently and emotionlessly behind a wheelchair, where a pale-skinned, young man with limp limbs was seated, his body as frail as hers.

These two were Xylen and Aurelia.

At this moment, Xylen's head was tilted upward, his face turned to the sun with a blissful and serene expression, as though receiving the bath of the sun.

How long had it been?

If he were to count from his past life, it had been three years since he felt the sun on his skin outdoors, and that was after Aurelia's death and his expulsion from the estate.

Even at that time, he had been too consumed by grief to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

And if he were to measure from his mother's death, it had been 13 years since he last truly experienced daylight. Since then, he had been confined to a dark, underground garage, a desolate prison that had become his world.

But now, as sunlight graced his skin, Xylen felt alive again, as though even his soul stirred awake.

Aurelia, standing quietly behind him, watched his reaction with tears welling in her eyes.

She had always wondered how Xylen endured being locked away in the darkness for years, and although he had always kept his emotions to himself, Aurelia had always felt her heart ache for him.

No friends, no family, and no change of scenery—just the same bleak environment and the same face every day.

Before she knew it, tears spilled down her cheeks and her small hands tightened on the wheelchair's handles, her heart heavy with pity and sorrow.

Unfortunately, however, they say something good does not last forever.

The peaceful ambiance was broken when suddenly;

"Am I seeing this right, or has reality stooped so low just to insult me?"

A sudden shocked voice pierced the tranquility, jolting both Xylen and Aurelia back to reality.

Aurelia's face turned pale instantly as she instinctively looked toward the voice's source. Xylen, however, remained calm, almost as though he had expected this.

A short, uniformed man stood some distance away, his wide eyes filled with disbelief.

Seeing Xylen look over, he couldn't help but rub his eyes repeatedly, as if trying to wake from a dream. But when his gaze returned to

Xylen, realization dawned on his face.

"This... is really the crippled bastard of the

Asthorn family?" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

Aurelia froze upon hearing the other party's words, her body trembling. "Did you… did you just call my brother a… cripple bastard?" she stammered in disbelief.

"Huh…"

The short man hesitated, his face briefly flustered as though he had realized his mistake.

Just as immediately, however, he smirked. "Hehehe. And did I lie? Isn't he a crippled bastard through and through," he spat, his voice oozing with venomous mockery.

Aurelia's fists clenched, her soul trembling with outrage and helplessness.

Over the years, she had frequently overheard the servants gossiping about Xylen, even calling him by that harsh nickname.

But no one had ever dared to say it in her presence because she had never given them the face. Now, however, not only was it said in her hearing, but right in front of Xylen himself.

"Young…" Aurelia began hastily, turning to Xylen. "Please don't mind his words. He just made a mistake," she said, her voice desperate, hoping to shield him from the insult.

But then;

"Mistake?" the short man scoffed, then his gaze shifted toward the mansion.

Before either of Xylen and Aurelia could react:

"Everyone!" the short man bellowed, his voice slicing through the air like a whip. "Come and feast your eyes on this pitiful spectacle!"

Aurelia froze for a second, then her face turned ashen.

"Stop! What do you think you are doing?" she cried, but it was too late.

The man ignored her. "Come and see this scene! Hurry!"

For a moment, there was silence. Then a flood of voices rose from within the mansion.

"Why are you yelling like that?"

"Do you want to rupture our eardrums?"

"Idiot! You think you can just cause an unnecessary ruckus because the young masters and mistresses are not around?"

Servants began filing out of the mansion, each grumbling in annoyance. But their irritation melted into curiosity as the short man gestured toward Aurelia and Xylen.

"Look! Can you fools afford to miss this?" he sneered, pointing directly at them.

The servants followed his finger, their expressions shifting to blank disbelief in the next second.

"Well, well, who do we have here?" one of

them sneered, amusement curling around his words like a snake ready to strike.

"Isn't this the crippled bastard, or have my eyes decided to entertain me with a cruel little joke?" another jeered, his tone laced with spiteful glee.

Then the mocking continued.

"What's he doing out here?"

"Who gave him permission to leave his prison?"

"Isn't he afraid of being tossed out like the

worthless trash he is?"

Question after question followed, each laced with contempt and scorn.

In response, however. Xylen remained quiet, his face devoid of emotion.

His memories from his previous life had already painted a clearer picture of these people.

Before his mother's demise, they had always fawned over him, competing for his attention and favor. But after his mother's accident and the arrival of his so-called half-siblings, their true colors emerged.

In his past life, the day he was expelled from the mansion—after Aurelia's demise was the worst. They had shoved him away, pelted him with rotten eggs, and cursed him as he left.

So, this time, their actions didn't faze him.

Aurelia, however, was the opposite, appearing visibly shaken.

"Y-You…" she stuttered, her voice trembling with fury. "You all!"

But before she could say more, their taunts grew louder.

"Look at this cripple bastard's loyal servant!"

"What are you going to say?"

"Is he tired of living and wants you to take him off to die?"

"Leave now if you want. I can't wait to inform my young master. He'll be delighted to hear this news!"

Hearing all these taunts, Aurelia's eyes became filled with tears, not only for herself but for Xylen, whose suffering she couldn't shield him from.

Xylen glanced at her, his heart heavy, his heart heavy not for himself, but for her, because despite her efforts to defend him, she too was being dragged into the mud.

"Let's go," he said softly, his voice steady, taking everyone by surprise.

The servants paused, exchanging perplexed gazes, then they mocked him harder, but Xylen's mind was resolute.

'One day,' he made up his mind expressionlessly. 'I'll repay for every insult. Tenfold.'