In the world of Alstaria, there or many factions and races. Wars are fought nearly every decade, some for survival, some for conquest, others for bloodshed. But one war that happens every fifty years, is the war waged when a new Demon King is born.

Every fifty years, the races of the dark god pray towards their Shard of Evil, a remnant of the evil god, who was said to want to tear the world asunder. These races pray towards this shard in hopes that it will bestow upon their race a champion, a leader for their people, to lead them towards their glory.

Five years before the new Demon King's awakening, there was a prophecy. That this year was the ten-thousandth year of Demon King summoning. And that this Demon King would be the Omega Demon King, the literal incarnation of the evil old god.

It was then, On the thousandth anniversary that I awoke on a stone pedestal, surrounded by goblins bowing before me chanting, "Praise our new Demon Lord!" EHH?!