Blade Of The Devilkin

Chapter 1

Beelze found himself trapped in a seemingly endless dream within darkness and haze. The dream was surreal and absurd, and the fleeting nature of it dissipated as a wave of pulsating sensation washed over him.

Suddenly, Beelze woke up. Upon awakening, he struggled to recall anything about the dream.

Something felt wrong about his surroundings post-awakening. He sensed his body curled up tightly in a confined space, the air thick with a foul, sticky odor.

In the absence of light, Beelze couldn't discern his surroundings. Instinctively afraid, he opened his mouth to shout but was nearly choked by the liquid that filled the air around him.

Panic-stricken, Beelze thrashed his hands blindly as if drowning, eventually encountering what seemed to be a thin, warm barrier. Desperately, he pounded his fists against it, only to realize his attacks were feeble and his body felt different than usual.

After continuous effort, the barrier finally cracked with a faint light seeping through. Energized, Beelze relentlessly struck the barrier until a piece shattered, releasing the viscous liquid and allowing fresh air to flood in. He gasped deeply, relieved to breathe freely again.

However, Beelze was startled by the strange noise he made upon exhaling. Unsure if his vocal cords were rusty, he heard himself emit a sound like: "Tweet~~"

"Damn! Have I turned into some whimpering monster?" Beelze mocked himself before widening the gap and extracting himself from the cracked barrier.

His first action upon emerging was to gaze skyward in astonishment.

"A purple... moon?!"

After scrutinizing it for some time, Beelze confirmed the round object emitting a purplish glow was indeed a moon. He then anxiously examined the place from which he had emerged.

"Well, I'll be... It really is an egg. A peculiar-looking egg..."

Beelze had a sinking feeling as he processed his recent emergence. Overwhelmed, he muttered, "I was hatched from an egg..."

"Hello everyone. From now on, call me Hatched, Beelze the Hatched..."

After lightly dismissing the dire situation he found himself in, Beelze extended both hands. As expected, what should have been callused human hands now resembled baby-sized palms. His skin appeared strangely dark red with odd black lines running across it. His nails had become sharp, almost claw-like, and even his feet were equipped with similar claws.

He touched his face. His eyes, nose, and mouth were intact, but there were two bulges on his forehead. Horns? He reached behind and felt a black arrow-shaped tail...

"Damn it, what kind of monster have I become? I wish I had a mirror..."

Suddenly, something struck Beelze's mind. His expression changed as he glanced down at his crotch. Finally, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"My precious!"

Though a bit chilly without pants, as long as it's still there, all is well!

"Lucky! My gender didn't change. That would've been insane. Setting aside my memories of being a straight human male for over twenty years, if I hatched from an egg and turned female, would that mean I'd have to lay eggs in the future? That image is just..."

Shaking his head vigorously, Beelze banished the unsettling thoughts. He began sorting through his memories, still feeling disoriented.

Beelze's previous life was quite ordinary. He grew up carefree in a peaceful era, graduated from university, and worked hard in the city to pay off an expensive mortgage. His favorite pastimes included gaming, reading novels and comics, and watching anime. Occasionally, he'd barbecue with friends and unwind late at night. He had a knack for finding joy in tough times. His life's goal had been to charm a woman into sharing and repaying the hefty mortgage on their nearly four-hundred square meter home...

Reflecting on it, Beelze was truly just an average guy. Perhaps the only remarkable thing was his last few memories.

Beelze recalled a mother and child. Once, while crossing a busy intersection, a child, engrossed in a mobile game, was pulled along by his mother who was reprimanding him, oblivious to the traffic. At that critical moment, a car ran a red light, possibly due to the driver being intoxicated. Beelze noticed it and had a chance to dodge, but the mother and child were unaware. Without thinking, he rushed forward, pushing them out of harm's way, and then he felt a tremendous impact as his body flew into the air.

His memories ended there, and Beelze knew he had likely died. Did it really matter why he ended up in this bizarre place, transformed into a strange creature? It was clear: he had been reborn!

Today's youth might feel awkward discussing terms like transmigration and rebirth.

Beelze had no regrets sacrificing his life to save them. Who had time for contemplation in a life-or-death moment? Humans lived ordinary lives for many years, and one heroic act was enough.

His only regret was his parents; surely, they were grieving. Thinking of them saddened Beelze...

After mourning his previous life for a while, Beelze sighed deeply. After paying his respects, he cleared his mind and lifted his head to survey his surroundings.

What he saw left him slightly bewildered.

He seemed to be on a beach. However, unlike the blue sky and white clouds in his impression, the sand on this beach was blackish red, and the particles were very large, like burning coals that had water poured on them. Not only did they emit green smoke, but they also caused the surrounding air to be full of soot. The farther away from the sea, the more the red ‘sand’. On the other hand, the nearer the sea, the more the black ‘sand’.

This sand seemed to be formed of fresh magma, with hot and humid seeming to be the greatest characteristics of this beach. Surprisingly, other than the one Beelze was born out of, there were tens of thousands of eggs on this beach!

These eggs varied in size, but they were at least the size of ostrich eggs. Their colors were different as well, having black, red, and even purple and silver. The only similarity was that the warm and humid condition of this silent beach gave these eggs a suitable environment to incubate.

It seems to be a natural hatchery. So, where did these eggs come from?

Beelze turned his head around and saw waves washing the beach at its edge. The color of the seawater felt very uncomfortable under the moonlight. It was blood red!

The eggs of different sizes floated on this blood-red seawater and were pushed onto the beach with the help of the tide. This strange scene allowed Beelze to finally understand how he had appeared on the beach.

The intensity of each wave was not regular. They were large and small at times, causing some eggs to be pushed further onto the beach while some were scattered around the edge.

On the beach closer to the sea, many eggs in the warmer part were shaking and moving, while behind him, in the cooler zone, there was silence.

Luck played a crucial and tough role in this survival game. Only a few eggs managed to make it to the beach against all odds. Beelze saw some eggs crash and break upon landing, their contents spilling into the sea!

Those were clearly the unlucky ones, denied the chance to hatch...

Beelze felt relieved. Luckily, he was in one of the eggs that made it safely to the shore. Otherwise, he might have been among those unlucky ones.

The ocean, the beach, and the strange scene in front of him raised many questions in Beelze's mind. Where exactly was he? The harsh environment made Beelze uneasy.

And now what? It had been about twenty to thirty minutes since he hatched. Beelze had a basic understanding of his surroundings from observing, but he wasn't sure what to do next.

Just then, a loud growl came from his stomach. It was Beelze himself.

"I need to eat."