Demon Lord's Reincarnation

The Strongest Mortal Soul was a title given to the reincarnation of the first and only mortal to step out of the flow of fate itself. All of the reincarnations share the same love for battle that the original had.

To most of them battle was their love, no it was something more than that it was what they desired above all else. One of those many reincarnations was Miguel Martinez a wandering mercenary.

In a world filled with warriors, mages, and monsters, there was one who was feared by all and that was Miguel wandering mercenary. He traveled around the world looking for an opponent that could defeat him.

In the taverns and inns, the name of Miguel Martinez is sung by the bards telling the tale of his multiple deeds.

The tales of Miguel Martinez echoed through the bustling taverns, where the scent of roasted meat mingled with the sound of clinking mugs.

Bards would rise, their voices ringing with the adventures of the wandering mercenary, a figure cloaked in mystery and strength. Each story painted him as a relentless warrior, a man who reveled in the thrill of combat and sought the ultimate challenge.

Legends spoke of how Miguel had single-handedly vanquished marauding bands, overwhelmed cunning sorcerers, and faced beasts that roamed the darkest corners of the world.

His weapon of choice, an axe that could cleave through mountains, was said to have tasted the blood of countless foes. Yet, it was not just his skill in battle that captivated the hearts of those who heard his name; it was his unwavering spirit, his quest for a worthy opponent, that truly set him apart.

The songs of his bravery of his eternal challenge caused excitement, and the songs of his slaying of dragons were legendary.

In a land where shadows dance,

Where the brave take their stand,

Lived a man, a wandering soul,

Miguel, the mercenary grand.

With a blade that sang like thunder,

He roamed the wild and free,

In search of a worthy challenge,

A foe to match his mastery.

Oh, sing of Miguel, the dragon bold,

A legend in tales that never grow old.

With fire and steel, he made his decree,

"To conquer the beast that came from the east."

From the peaks of Mount Vesper,

To the depths of the Misty Vale,

Word spread of a dragon fierce,

With scales like a stormy gale.

"Gather your courage, brave hearts," they cried,

"For the beast has come to claim!

But Miguel, the fearless, shall take up the fight,

And carve a new chapter in fame!"

With each step, the ground did tremble,

As he faced the creature's roar,

Flames licked the sky, a fiery embrace,

But Miguel desired war.

He danced through the fire, swift as the breeze,

His axe a comet's arc,

With every strike, the dragon faltered,

The skies lit with sparks.

In a clash that shook the heavens,

With courage and strength combined,

Miguel cleaved through the dragon's chest and heart,

Leaving glory behind.

As the dragon fell, the world held its breath,

A hero, fierce and true,

And the bards, they sang of his victory,

In every tavern and inn anew.

So raise your mugs and remember his name,

For Miguel will forever reign,

In the hearts of the brave, he's etched in gold,

The dragon slayer, forever bold!

There have been many stories of Miguel killing legendary monsters, a basilisk that turned an entire city into stone, a phoenix that burned a kingdom into nothingness, to even a dragon that reigned as a fearful God to an empire.

There have also been stories of Miguel fighting against numerous masters to find an opponent worthy of granting him an epic battle that will push him to his very limits and finally grant him death.

In a realm where legends wove through the fabric of existence, Miguel Martinez's name stood as a beacon of both terror and admiration. Each tale of his exploits added to his mythical status, the wandering mercenary whose bloodlust for battle echoed through the ages. His quest was not merely to conquer but to find an adversary who could truly challenge him, a match that would test the very limits of his being.

Yet among all those that he challenged and that had challenged him, there was one person who never gave up and despite losing all the time she was the only one who challenged Miguel more than once.

This person was another genius of the era, the magic swordswoman Roxanne Weltter. Not only was she a powerful magician who could use high-tier spells, but she was also a great swordswoman who could fight with the best of them. She was also a beautiful woman who was once proposed to by princes from different kingdoms.

She was praised as a genius who came in millennia but was unable to defeat the wandering mercenary Miguel. After that defeat, she dedicated her life to beating him. Every time she learned a new technique or an ancient magic she would once again challenge Miguel. No matter how many times she lost she continued to challenge and continued to grow stronger.

...

One day the two met each other for their final battle. Miguel who could not find any more challenge in the world he was in, was going to seek a battle from the very Gods themselves.

"Miguel, let's make a bet."

"Hm, what kind of bet?"

"If I win, you stop seeking other fights, and stay with me until the end."

Miguel was quite surprised by what Roxanne said it was obvious what she wanted from him. Despite not having any romantic relations before Miguel wasn't a dullard who could not understand what she meant.

"... Roxanne I don't think I'm worthy of such affection."

"Enough! I decide who is worthy or not! So do you accept my bet?"

"... Very well, but if I win I hope that you find another man to accompany you in your great adventure."

Hearing what Miguel said Roxanne gritted her teeth as a fiery passion burned in her eyes.

"... I accept, but this time I will not lose."

The two then got into their respective fighting stances. Roxanne with her short sword and shield was already chanting a spell, while Miguel with his gigantic axe lifted it on his shoulders ready to charge forward.

Despite what was said before Miguel, ever the embodiment of battle, felt a surge of excitement coursing through his veins. He had traveled far and wide, slaying monstrous beasts and challenging powerful mages, yet none had ever ignited such fervor within him as Roxanne.

Every battle they had he could feel Roxanne desperately chasing right behind him. Unfortunately, she was never able to reach the same height as him, but today it felt a little different.

Roxanne, with her long, flowing hair and fierce gaze, stood ready, her enchanted sword shimmering with arcane energy. This was not merely a battle for victory; it was a clash of ideals, of dreams unfulfilled. She had trained tirelessly for this moment, perfecting her spells and honing her swordsmanship. Each defeat had only fueled her resolve, and now, she was determined to prove her worth not just to Miguel, but to herself.

"Ready?" Miguel called, a grin breaking through his fierce demeanor.

"Always," Roxanne replied, her voice steady, yet fierce.

The two then sprang into action their first moves were incredible. Roxanne had summoned a meteor from the heavens that could destroy an entire kingdom, and Miguel used a technique that cleaved through the meteor with his axe.

The battle between the two raged on destroying everything within the area of their fight. The mountain range they were fighting on had turned into a flatland. As the fight continued for days, some brave enough spectated the epic fight that would never be repeated.

From meteors to lightning, to floods, Roxanne tossed everything she could at Miguel but the battle-crazed Miguel simply cleaved to all obstacles. While they were fighting when they found an opening they would also look for something to eat and drink, which determined who had more energy.

In the end, after several days of nonstop fighting a victory emerged. Miguel who had his clothes and body burnt, and wet, had numerous bruises, stab wounds, slash marks, and everything in between was the last one standing.

Roxanne who was losing consciousness heard the final words Miguel ever said to her.

"That was a good battle. I hope you have a wonderful life, Roxanne."

In her fading consciousness, Roxanne tried to stop leaving Miguel but the other party already turned around and left her.

...

Days passed, and whispers of their final duel rippled through the land, igniting the imaginations of warriors and bards alike. Tales of Roxanne's tenacity and Miguel's indomitable will transformed into legends that would endure for generations. But Miguel no longer showed up in this world after that battle.

His legendary tales were slowly becoming myth and those newcomers who have never seen him treat him as either a hero or a simple fairy tale.

As for Roxanne she did fulfill the bet and found herself a man who loved her and went on great adventures together with her. Still, every now and then Roxanne would remember the love she lost, and that battle that became myth.

She would gaze at the stars and wonder where he had gone. Had he found the challenge he sought among the gods? Or is he still looking for the ultimate battle? She would never know the answer to that question, but she believed that the prideful battle-crazed guy would have that vicious-looking smile on his face as he fought unimaginable odds.

...

The legend of Miguel Martinez and Roxanne Weltter became a timeless tale, echoing through the ages, and inspiring countless warriors and dreamers. In the taverns, bards sang of their epic confrontation, a battle that transcended mere combat and spoke of unfulfilled desires and relentless ambition.

The favorite song that bards sang wherever they go was that of the battle between the wandering mercenary Miguel, and the magic swordswoman Roxanne.

Oh, sing of the clash, where legends are born,

Miguel and Roxanne, in the light of dawn,

With blade and spell, they danced in the fray,

A symphony of courage, on that fateful day.

Though paths may diverge, and time marches on,

In taverns, their tale forever lives strong,

For in every heart, their spirit remains,

The fire of their battle, eternal in flames.

It was a tale that produced numerous heroes, it was a tale that inspired knights, it was a tale that created archmages, it was a tale that made the timid brave, it was a tale that made one seek love and it was a tale that made people seek legends.