In the world of Almaria, there was a land that dwelled demons and humans alike. Even though they were both residents of this continent, they both differ in their looks and attitude.

The demons who were very good looking with pale skin doesn’t need to worry about beauty and handsomeness.

Contrary to humans who were only capped to a hundred years of age and died after that.

There were only a few humans who managed to reach beyond that and the demons have far greater longevity compared to them.

Reaching a thousand years before dying. The Almarian continent was full of them and so the humans were always below the hierarchy.

From what we imagine, the demons were more possessive and dominant between the two lifeforms. Quarelling with the humans that soon became a spark of disasters.

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Now, let’s proceed to the life of a boy who started to dream. Dreaming of what the other boys never dreamed of.

It was to become the Grandmaster of all job class of this world. Never been seen from before and that was what the boy dreamt of.

He was just a young kid who was named Joan, a boy that was a dreamer, passionate, and of course good looking. Sharp eyes, blue hair, curved face, and tanned skin.

Time passed by and the Academy of Almaria now open for the entrance exam. Kids from all lands at the age of twelve didn’t think twice about joining and so he joined too.

He passed the entrance exam with flying colors and so he joined the academy.

While he was cultivating, he managed to unlock the secret of gaining all the elements and so it leads him to unlock all the job class in this world.

It was a bluff for others but there was a kid who wants to master all the job class in this world. He strived to master them all and unlocked his capabilities then he reached the Rank of Master in all Job class. Specifically, the Holy Knight, Chaos Knight, Fighter, Rogue, Ranger, Paladin, Mage, Ronin, Lycan, Druid, and Necromancer.

Having also the Builder, Blacksmith, Enchanter, Craftsman, and, Alchemist as a production job class on his arsenal.

It was then he came to reach the ripe age for making a family. He was finding for someone but failed at the age of fifty. He was hopelessly romantic and has low charisma.

So sad for an old man to fail at the most crucial time for making a family. And so, he met the eleven students on his journey and nurtured them like his own sons. It was none other than Frank who became a Holy Knight Priest, Baggus the Arch-Mage, Saber the Legendary Lycan, Splinter the Master Assassin, Branmoor the Druid Priest, Maldor the Ranger Captain, Deathbane the Necromancer Lord, Snap the Master Fighter, Arthras the Royal Saint Paladin, Mistiban the Chaos Dread Knight, and last, Shinpatsu the Grandmaster Ronin.

It was a great journey for the team and they soon became heroes in their prime. Soon enough, the two races waged war and there became a battle amid the continent. Between the border of the two nations that soon made it into the graves of the two rivalling races.

The demon army was a terrifying force for the humans and so the heroes helped to eliminate the threat. The enemies marched and rumbled the ground. Flooding the vicinity far from their sights and darkened the lands with their sheer numbers. A mix of monsters in their ranks and demons led them. Like ants parading to approach them.

While the heroes were battling in the war grounds, appeared the great darkness even though it was day time. Upon the skies, there stood a figure brimming with a reddish aura floating in the sky.

[Turn undead]

It struck spells and curses upon the human army, like a black fog crawling and spreading from afar. The army was in disarray and coughing to the smoke but their coughs became soon in pain.

Writhing and screaming while turning around in the ground. Their screams all became growling and they all turned undead.

Changing their skins to rotting flesh and emitted black miasma. Fighting towards the remaining humans in the battlegrounds.

The Heroes soon stood up and faced them all. It was all loud as a booming sound was all over the place.

The casters cast their spells towards the enemies and they soon all eradicated. The Demon Lord came and targeted the heroes one by one.

Defeating them like a one-sided beating. Binding them with a spell that will kill them if they move.

They were all in danger and came Joan to their rescue. He repelled the demon army and soon dispelled the binding spell on them.

“Let me handle this. I will defeat him as your master. Just help the others! Rest assured, I won’t get beaten.” Joan said to them then facing the enemy.

Joan teleported then kicked him in the chin upwards. The two of them went to the skies as he used [Telekinessis] to the enemy. Pushing him up in the sky with the use of his skill’s willpower. He managed to separate him from the heroes and he used the greatest binding spell he has.

[Evil purging prison]

The Demon Lord used his aura and a terrible shockwave was emited, easily breaking free from his binds. The two of them battled. Laughing hysterically as he threw spells left and right. Spells were exchanged from the two of them and the skies roared of their own making.

The battle below was still escalating and was not stopping. No one was surrendering any moments and also the two above. Making the heroes to fight on the front lines, they managed to make the casualties to the minimum. Heals and buffs were scattered in the human armies with the help of Frank. Other heroes were all summoning their summons and others were just brawling with the enemies. Casters sprayed spells to the enemies. All were spreading chaos to the enemy lines as they all went on with their killing spree.

Night came and the battle still rages on. The sky was turning red, turning yellow, blue or white as the booming sound was emitted.

Joan was still not exhausted and also was the Demon Lord. Both not wanting to lose to the opponent they currently face.

Joan switched from a job class to another. Using spells and skills of different job classes until the morning.

Three days and three nights passed and they were still fighting for the war they have to end. The Demon Lord was exhausted and so was Joan. Sweat was trickling their faces and their body was weary on the process of fighting.

“Impressive! Now hero of all mortals, what is your name? At least I will know before your death!” He asked in a grin.

“Shut up!” Joan rebutted.

He used all his remaining mana to cast a sealing spell and so the Demon Lord also used his trump card spell.

Joan was expressing a troubled expression as it was his last-ditch effort to seal a weakened Demon Lord.

Joan was bloody in his head and chest. Even his golden armour was broken to pieces and one of his shoulder pad was missing when they fought.

On the contrary, the Demon Lord was still untouched but only his clothes were burnt.

He smiled wryly as he cast [Soul eater] on Joan.

“I will give you a gift that will last. Long enough till your death!” He shouted.

Using his own life for the spell to activate and will hinder him to cast [Rebirth] on himself.

Purple lights emitted and neon red cursing from the body of the Demon Lord and left him, so was his life, then went to Joan.

“Become cursed as you will not ascend to Legend and Mythic! Forever! Hahaha!” The Demon lord shouted.

The Demon Lord used his trump card to make him unable to become youth again nor ascend. Laughing hysterically until his last breath.

As the curse activated, he felt that his soul became unpure and tainted. He can only sigh as he was weakened when he was cursed.

When the Demon Lord has perished, the demon army retreated and they all stopped the war. The multitudes of the demon army that can’t be counted by mere estimation stopped.

With no leader, they were forced to get back and get stronger. As many as the sand of the sea, multitudes of enemies rumbled the ground. Their morale were crushed and so they fall back.

The Heroes screamed as they saw their master who was falling from the sky. Making him be rescued with their Mage.

Baggus used his levitating spell to reach him and he put him on the ground. He was panting and he was weary, barely able to lift his hands.

On the ground, they all surrounded him and healed him. But still, he was not yet recovering. Laying down on the dirt, he passed out after he said, “It is finished.”

The skies darkened and the rain made its showers at them. The downpour was heavy. Making both the heroes and Joan bathe with its cold embrace.