As Jeremy gazed up at the sky, a sense of exhilaration coursed through him and he felt invincible.

The world beneath him felt small, almost insignificant, as his newfound power surged through every fiber of his being.

With a single thought, he raised his hand and willed the next scenario to begin.

"I wonder what those petty administrators are thinking right now," He said with a snicker.

The sky above Earth darkened, an unnatural blackness swallowing the light.

~CRACK!~

~CRACK!!~

~BOOMMMMMMMMM!!!~

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and a crimson rift appeared in the heavens, crackling with energy.

The very fabric of reality seemed to tremble as the rift expanded, opening a massive gate to the Demon World.

All across the globe, people stared in horror at the phenomenon, their eyes glued to the apocalyptic scene unfolding before them.

Fear and panic gripped the hearts of billions, never had they felt such power. Jeremy felt none of it though. He was beyond such petty emotions now.

It was his world to command, his domain to shape as he saw fit. And he intended to rule it with the iron hand of a god.

As the gate fully opened, a torrent of dark energy spilled forth, and with it came the vanguard of the demonic army—hideous creatures of all shapes and sizes, their eyes glowing with malevolent intent.

GUARKK!

ARGHHHH!!

~STOMP!~

The ground beneath them scorched as they poured through the rift, eager to lay waste to the world below.

Jeremy’s grin widened, his blood singing with anticipation. It was far better than anything he imagined.

Energy crackled around him, a brilliant white aura contrasting with the dark sky above.

Without hesitation, he leaped into the rift, plunging into the heart of the Demon World.

The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and brimstone, and the landscape was a nightmarish wasteland, twisted and desolate.

Demons of every kind roamed the barren land, their numbers vast and seemingly endless.

It was obvious that they had been waiting for some time to enact their plan on the gifteds.

~BOOMMMMMMMMM!!!~

Jeremy landed in the midst of the demonic horde, his arrival creating a shockwave that sent the nearest creatures flying.

He stood tall, exuding an aura of dominance and power that made even the most ferocious demons hesitate.

"Come at me," he taunted, his voice carrying an unnatural echo. "Let’s see what you’re made of."

The demons responded with a roar, charging at him with reckless abandon and he wasted no time.

He raised his hand, and a wave of white energy erupted from his palm, disintegrating the first wave of attackers into dust.

The next group tried to flank him, but Jeremy was faster.

With a mere thought, he activated his [Subspace] ability.

~VWUSHHHHHHH!!!~

A barrage of weapons—swords, spears, axes—all crafted from the finest materials and enhanced with powerful enchantments appeared suddenly.

They materialized in the air around him and, with a flick of his wrist, flew toward the oncoming demons with lethal precision.

Each strike was flawless, each weapon moving with a mind of its own as it sought out its targets.

~SWISHHHHH!~

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Demons screamed in agony as they were impaled, decapitated, or sliced in half.

Blood and ichor splattered the ground, but Jeremy remained untouched, a whirlwind of destruction in the midst of chaos.

He laughed and his new deep voice carried across the battlefield.

The thrill of battle, the rush of power—it was intoxicating. He felt invincible, unstoppable.

But the demons kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless. From the shadows emerged the higher-ranked demons—greater fiends with twisted forms and sinister auras.

These were the commanders, the elite forces of the Demon World, and they were not so easily dispatched.

One of them, a massive beast with four arms and a body covered in jagged spikes, lunged at Jeremy with incredible speed.

"Too slow" Jeremy said with a wry smile.

He teleported behind the demon, delivering a powerful blow to its back with a glowing fist.

The demon roared in pain but turned to retaliate, only to be met with a blade through its heart.

Its eyes widened in shock before it crumbled into ash.

"Too easy," Jeremy muttered, but his confidence was tempered with caution. He could sense more powerful entities watching him from the shadows, their dark eyes full of malice.

It called to him, a whisper in the back of his mind, promising even greater power.

Jeremy’s interest was piqued as he knew that it was the key to solidifying his dominance over this world and the next.

But first, he had to deal with the army before him. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a legion of constructs from his [Subspace]—golems of stone and metal, each infused with his power.

They charged into battle, smashing through the demonic ranks with ruthless efficiency.

Jeremy watched them for a moment before turning his gaze toward the horizon. The source of the ancient energy was far, but distance meant little to him now.

He would find it, claim it, and then... the universe would be his to command.

With that thought in mind, Jeremy strode forward, leaving the battle behind as his constructs continued the slaughter.

He could sense the demon commanders moving to intercept him, but he was unconcerned. Nothing in this world could stop him now.

As he ventured deeper into the heart of the Demon World, the landscape grew more twisted, the air heavier with malevolence.

The ground beneath his feet cracked and oozed with dark energy, and the sky above was a swirling maelstrom of red and black.

But Jeremy pressed on, driven by the hunger for more power, more control. The whispers in his mind grew louder, guiding him toward his goal.

He felt one with nature.

Finally, he reached a massive, ancient fortress, its walls black as obsidian and pulsating with dark energy.

He knew that this was the source, the heart of the Demon World’s power.

A wicked smile crossed Jeremy’s face. He had found it.

And soon, it would be his.