This world is one where common sense is defied at every waking second. This world is one where every single tale of demons and gods are either likely to be real, or had grains of truth in them.
This world is one that used to be nothing more than a tale of fiction that he had once read to pass the time. Now, it is his reality.
Nobody told him that reincarnation was a thing, much less reincarnating into a once fictional world. Nobody told him that he wouldn't be reincarnated into somewhere within Glory City where everything first started. No no no, he is not a damn protagonist with plot armour helping him. Of all places that he could be dropped into it has to be within one of the most cutthroat places on the Divine Continent.
Nether Realm, Blackrock City, Dark Guild. That is where he was from. Why did he say was?
It's simple, he escaped from that hellhole. He has to if he wants to live instead of accepting his fate to die as cannon fodder.
The circumstances of his second birth aside, this world isn't all that bad. Like, sure, it's crazy dangerous out there, especially so if you do not have the needed strength to protect yourself or have any backing to rely upon. Even then, he made do with it. He travelled far and wide, exploring the places that he once read about in a life long past and even more. Adventuring is surprisingly fun once he got used to the nomadic lifestyle. It has a form of allure and excitement that he could not possibly experience back on earth.
He still has no idea which part of the canon storyline he had ended up in because he had fled in the opposite direction of Glory City during his escape from the Nether Realm. He spent years wandering around the Divine Continent until he finally decided it was safe enough to venture near where Glory City and the Nether Realm reside. It's been about seven years since then. He should have more or less faded from the minds of the people back from the Dark Guild. It should be safer now, his enemies should have forgotten about him by now.
Now then, time to see which part of the timeline he had wounded up in.
"Where's that brat?!"
"No idea! Keep searching! We need to find him or the Demon Lord will have our heads on a pike!"
A boy only eight years of age held his breath as the sound of footsteps rushed by him. Worn around his finger is an interspatial ring that he had stolen in his mad quest to escape from here. He is no fool. He knows who the Demon Lord truly is. He had seen how his cultivation techniques worked, he had seen how the Demon Lord sucked the essence out of anyone that caught his eye on a mere whim and like hell he would be a human sacrifice to it.
So, he plotted his escape. However, it is a dangerous world out there. Without any supreme cultivation techniques, items, or backing he wouldn't survive a single day out there. The only thing he has a talent for are inscriptions and that wouldn't do him much good, at least not now. He needs a plan.
His plan did work in the end. He managed to steal the most important looking interspatial ring from the Demon Lord's personal chambers and use his talent over inscriptions to somehow transfer the ownership to him instead, granting him access to everything stored within. Even till now, he's still a little baffled that he actually managed to do that.
He remembered taking his first step out of the underground of the St. Ancestral Mountain Range. He remembered how the wind felt as it brushed against his skin, how the sunlight appeared to his eyes, and how the scent of forest assaulted his nose.
He is free.
This is now his tale of demons and gods.
AN: Not sure if anybody here actually reads TDG but oh well, might as well try and see how well this goes. Chapters for this story will be short because this story is merely written on a whim for the fun of it, just saying.