Demon Lord's Reincarnation

There are many stories to be told of the many reincarnations of the Strongest Mortal Soul. They who have fought as the strongest had killed as many as they saved. They were always the strongest of their era, and even the weakest among them were more powerful than most. This is the story of that weakest reincarnation of the Strongest Mortal Soul.

Nelson who had no last name was considered to be the weakest among the many reincarnations of the Strongest Mortal Soul. He was the reincarnation that came after Rei Kuraki who was considered to be the second only to the original incarnation when their soul was the weakest. He was also the one who had died the most peacefully.

Nelson was born in a world filled with war, in a dying country to boot. Nelson never knew who his parents were since they died in the neverending war, so he became an orphan before he could even walk. If that wasn't enough the orphanage he was placed in was destroyed once he was six years old.

Nelson spent his early years navigating the rubble of his war-torn city, scavenging for scraps and avoiding the factions that fought over territory and resources. He was small for his age, with a frail frame that made him blend in with the shadows. Survival became his only focus, and he learned to move quietly, to observe from a distance, and to avoid drawing attention to himself.

This country where he was born was already on the verge of destruction. The enemy country which had superior military might was bound to win. Supposedly, if the enemy country wins the war would be over, but Nelson did not like that idea so much.

Nelson did want the war to end, but he did not want it to end with the victory of the b*stards that attacked his country.

He had heard from the old men who were once soldiers, in the beginning, their country was a neutral country that never joined any war waged by any country. They were a rather peaceful country.

Supposedly the neighboring country's royalty came to visit, but on that visit someone attacked them. The attackers were said to be from Nelson's country, this is what the neighboring country used as a reason to start a war.

"The attack was fabricated, they just wanted an excuse to take our lands from us."

Nelson and most of the people weren't really a fan of the neighboring country. They could already imagine that they would be treated poorly if the enemy country won. Nelson who did not know the name of his own country or that of the enemy, gained a sort of patriotic spirit.

Nelson's heart ached with a sense of belonging he'd never known, forged in the fires of his country's struggle. He had no family, and no legacy to cling to, but the stories whispered among the ruins shaped his identity. They painted a picture of a vibrant land, filled with laughter and life, now reduced to mere echoes of what once was.

As he scavenged through the remnants of crumbling buildings, he collected small tokens—fragments of photographs, broken toys, and rusted trinkets. Each item held a story, a glimpse into the lives of those who had come before him. He often wondered about the lives of the families that had been torn apart, and he dreamed of restoring that lost beauty, even if it was just in his mind.

His frail body and quiet demeanor helped him slip through the cracks of the chaos, but he was no stranger to danger. The factions fought relentlessly, their conflicts spilling into the streets where he lived.

...

When Nelson turned ten something incredible happened to him. While he was scavenging a new area he saw a child younger than him being attacked. Normally Nelson would ignore such things and go about his way, but he saw that was the child who once shared some food with him.

Nelson wanting to help the child drew the attention of the attackers to him by throwing stones at them. Shifting their anger on Nelson the attackers charged towards him and Nelson started running away.

Seeing as this was a new area and he did not know the layout of the place, he was soon cornered by the group of teenagers.

"Nowhere to run now." One of the teenagers sneered.

"Come on let's show this punk how we treat naughty kids who throw rocks." Another teenager spoke as he approached Nelson.

The second the teenager punched out Nelson nimbly avoided the punch. Surprised the teenager once again threw a punch but Nelson easily evaded the strike.

"What the f*ck are you doing? Can't you even throw a punch properly?" Another of the teenagers charged at Nelson and delivered a straight punch which Nelson evaded again.

Nelson was confused at the same time he was also getting excited. This time as the teenager attacked aside from evading the strike, once he got a clear shot he punched the teenager in the liver area. The teenager vomited a bit as he knelt on the ground in pain.

Nelson was surprised at how strong he was and how weak the teenagers were. This time the teenagers attacked together. Nelson weaved through their onslaught like he was dancing, and then he countered with kicks and punches, each strike made a teenager kneel.

After that day Nelson would beat up those who bullied the weaker ones, or those who stole, and sometimes he even fought with armed enemy soldiers. In every fight he had Nelson felt he was getting stronger and stronger.

Nelson was slowly starting to gain fame which brought him endless trouble. The enemy country learned of him and sent a battalion to kill him. Nelson who was used to moving through the battlefield without anyone noticing, used this skill to perform guerilla tactics.

Nelson was able to decimate a battalion armed with guns with nothing but his bare hands. Nelson was now being called the hero of Cliele the country in which he lived, and he became the nightmare of Ugral the enemy country.

Nelson continued fighting for himself and for the people of Cliele. Until the day he was surrounded by several battalions who bombarded the city he was in. Nelson was the only one who survived that day, everyone else was killed.

On that day something in Nelson snapped, and he then charged into the enemy country killing any who came in his way.

When he arrived at a city on the side of the enemy country he expected to see a place filled with food and laughter, the food and laughter they stole from them, but what he saw was something he could never expected.

The city of the enemy country was in the same state as his own country. The soldiers of his country doing the same things as what the enemy country was doing to them.

It was then everything that built up Nelson, his beliefs were shattered. The world was not black and white; it was a chaotic tapestry woven with shades of gray. The enemy he had so fiercely opposed was just as ravaged by war as his own people. At that moment, his heart sank under the weight of his shattered beliefs.

The city was a grim reflection of Cliele—buildings crumbling, families torn apart, and children scavenging for scraps. The laughter he had imagined echoing in the streets was replaced by the wails of despair. Nelson stood in the midst of the ruin, feeling a profound sense of loss—not just for his own country, but for all the lives wasted in this endless cycle of violence.

With each step he took through the streets, he encountered the remnants of a society in turmoil. Soldiers, just like him, wore haunted expressions as they pillaged and fought for survival. Nelson felt a connection with them, recognizing the shared suffering that had birthed this conflict.

As he wandered deeper into the city, he found a small group of children huddled together, their eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. They were no different from the children he had once been. They needed protection, just as he had needed it so many years ago.

Knowing that everything he did was pointless, Nelson took a step back and disappeared from the eyes of the public.

The berserker Nelson who with his bare fists alone had suddenly disappeared, but even with that the wars continued.

Nelson had hidden himself deep in an unknown forest where he lived the rest of his life peacefully, no longer caring about the war everyone was waging. Nelson one of the incarnations of the Strongest Mortal Soul ones who loved battle above all else never sought it out and simply died of old age.

...

Later in the final battle, it was also Nelson who ceased to exist first amongst the many reincarnations of the Strongest Mortal Soul. Still, even as his existence was fading he felt more fulfilled than when he was alive back in that world of his. He had fully enjoyed the battle were nothing else matters but the battle itself.