The first ray of sunlight had barely pierced the veil of night when Jinn came into the world, bringing with him not only the gift of life but also a burden that would mark him forever. His birth claimed his mother’s life, leaving him orphaned of warmth and maternal affection. But this wasn’t the only oddity surrounding him. From his very first cries, it was clear that Jinn possessed overwhelming strength—the raw power of ten men concentrated into an infant's body.

  This gift, which might have been celebrated in another time, became his curse. The people around him, simple and superstitious villagers, saw his strength as something unnatural, a harbinger of misfortune. Fear and distrust grew like weeds, isolating the boy from any social bond. His father, a taciturn man already consumed by grief, tried to shield him from the ostracism, but the weight of solitude and responsibility devoured him ten years later.

  At just ten years old, Jinn found himself alone in a world plunged into chaos. The five great races—demons, angels, humans, elves, and fairies—were locked in an endless war, each fighting tooth and nail to claim dominion over Earth. The gods, from their celestial planes, observed the mortal conflict, curious to see which race would prove worthy to rule the mortal realm.

  Jinn, oblivious to grand strategies and shifting alliances, fought his own battle for survival. His strength, once a source of repulsion, now became his only ally. He worked tirelessly for meager meals, hauling heavy loads, chopping trees, and performing any task that required brute force. His childhood was stolen, traded for harsh labor and a constant sense of alienation.

  Five years passed under the yoke of loneliness and relentless toil. Now fifteen, Jinn had a strong and agile body, marked by scars from minor accidents and the toughness of daily life. On a particularly cold afternoon, with the pantry empty, he ventured into the dense forest bordering the small village he lived on the outskirts of. The hope of finding game or wild fruit guided him among the towering trees, but the forest, with its myriad paths and shadows, soon disoriented him. Jinn found himself lost, the sun already dipping below the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange and purple.

  As he wandered through the darkening woods, an unusual glow caught his eye. Among the trees, a delicate figure moved with feline grace. As he drew closer, Jinn saw a young woman of singular beauty. Her long, silky hair was the color of autumn leaves, and her almond-shaped, penetrating eyes sparkled with wild intelligence. She stared at him with surprising intensity, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. In that brief eye contact, something ignited in the girl’s heart. A new, overwhelming feeling overtook her.

  Without saying a word, the girl began following him, keeping a respectful distance but always present. Jinn, confused by the strange apparition, tried to ignore her, but the girl’s silent persistence was undeniable. She seemed to know the forest well, avoiding obstacles and indicating paths with subtle gestures. Slowly, Jinn’s distrust gave way to cautious gratitude.

  In time, the girl, who introduced herself as Fox, became his constant companion. She never explained the reason for her sudden affection, but her presence was a balm for Jinn’s lonely soul. Together they built a small rustic cabin near the forest, living simply and in isolation. Jinn hunted and worked in the village occasionally, while Fox tended to the home and knew the secrets of the forest, providing medicinal herbs and tasty fruits. Their days were marked by a tranquil routine, shared meals under starry skies, and the silent warmth of growing intimacy.

  Peace, however, proved fleeting. Rumors of Jinn’s unusual strength, whispered by the few villagers who knew him, eventually reached more powerful ears. The Demon King, a being of insatiable power and ambition, learned of a human possessing the strength of ten men. Amid the world-consuming war, such an individual represented a valuable asset to his army.

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  On a starless night, Jinn and Fox’s small cabin was invaded by a horde of grotesque, relentless demons. Jinn fought with ferocity, his brute strength decimating the infernal creatures, but the enemy numbers were overwhelming. Fox, despite her agility and cunning, was still a mere human and was quickly subdued. Seeing her in danger, Jinn hesitated for a fatal instant and was overpowered and bound.

  The Demon King, an imposing figure cloaked in shadows and power, appeared before them with a cold, calculating smile. He gazed at Jinn with hungry eyes, recognizing the raw potential that radiated from the youth.

  "Strong human," his voice echoed with power. "Join my army. Fight alongside demons, and in return, I shall ensure the safety of your kind."

  Jinn hesitated. The thought of fighting beside the creatures that terrorized the world repulsed him, but the image of Fox helpless paralyzed him. He had no choice. His priority was to protect her, even if it meant aligning with evil.

  "I accept," Jinn said, his voice hoarse and bitter.

  With a nod, the Demon King ordered both to be taken to his dark fortress. Fox, terrified, clutched Jinn’s hand, her eyes pleading for hope.

  Jinn was brought to a cold, sterile room filled with strange instruments and pools of dark, viscous liquid. He was bound to a stone slab as demonic scientists, with greedy and cruel eyes, prepared their experiments. Fear chilled his blood as sharp needles pierced his skin. Into him was injected the boiling, corrupted blood of the Demon King himself—a substance that crackled with infernal power. Then came another needle, bringing the ethereal glow of a fallen angel’s blood, a celestial warrior defeated in a past battle.

  The pain was excruciating, as if his body were being torn apart and rebuilt repeatedly. Jinn screamed, his muscles convulsing violently as chaotic energy coursed through his veins. Amid the agony, he heard a soft, familiar whisper.

  "Jinn..."

  Fox was there, watching the transformation with wide eyes and deep concern. As Jinn’s body convulsed, a golden aura began to emanate from her. Her delicate features shifted—pointed ears emerged, and nine fluffy, shining tails waved behind her. Fox’s true form revealed itself: a Kitsune, a fox goddess in training, disguised in human form.

  Realizing the transformation was consuming Jinn, Fox made a desperate decision. With a soft, ancient chant, she released her divine essence, sealing herself within Jinn’s body. A blinding light enveloped them both, and when it faded, Jinn lay still, his breath slow and shallow.

  The demonic scientists watched in awe. The transformation had been chaotic, but seemingly successful. When Jinn finally opened his eyes, they glowed with an unusual intensity, blending infernal red with celestial gold.

  "It worked!" one of the demons exclaimed, voice filled with excitement. "He has become a hybrid!"

  They explained to Jinn what had occurred—about the Demon King's and the angel's blood in his veins, and Fox’s sacrifice. The news hit him like lightning. His companion, the girl who had saved him from solitude, now resided within him, her essence fused to help him endure the transformation.

  The days that followed were dedicated to training. Jinn had to learn to control his new powers—the demonic strength and angelic energy coursing through him. The demons subjected him to brutal tests, pitting him against various infernal creatures to hone his combat experience. With every fight, Jinn felt Fox’s presence in his mind, a whisper of support, a sharpened instinct that guided him through chaos.

  Two years passed since that fateful night. Jinn had become a formidable warrior, his brute strength now refined by demonic combat techniques and his speed enhanced by angelic agility. In a vast and shadowy arena, he faced a horde of demons of different classes and sizes. Sharp claws slashed through the air, infernal flames licked the ground, and shadows crept toward him.

  Jinn moved like lightning, his fists delivering devastating blows that crushed bones and shattered armor. Demonic energy crackled around him, sending shockwaves that felled his foes. But the lightness and grace of angelic movements also showed in his leaps and dodges, making him a hard target to hit.

  A hulking demon with twisted horns and a rusted battle axe charged at him with a bestial roar. Jinn dodged the blow with a fluid motion and countered with a punch charged with demonic energy, blasting a hole through the creature's chest. Other demons rushed forward, their fangs and claws seeking his flesh. Jinn spun, his feet sweeping the ground and knocking many down. Then he raised his hands, and golden lightning, imbued with angelic energy, struck the remaining demons, reducing them to ash.

  Exhausted but victorious, Jinn stood in the arena's center, his body covered in sweat and demon blood. He could feel Fox’s silent satisfaction in his mind, an invisible bond that united them. His journey had only just begun. He was a hybrid, a being born of pain and sacrifice, bound by a pact with the Demon King. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: Jinn would fight with all his strength to protect the human world and, perhaps one day, find a way to free Fox from the bond that held her within him.