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Humans or Demons, Who's Stronger?

When it cos to the age-old question of who is stronger, humans or demons, opinions are divided. While many believe that demons hold the upper hand, When it cos to , Then

I firmly believe that humans are the stronger of the two.

Why Ask?

I'm not talking about individual strength or raw power, but the strength found in unity and knowledge. Humans have accumulated thousands of years' worth of knowledge, ticulously recorded in books and passed down through generations. This wealth of information is readily accessible, with academies established to ensure the smooth transfer of knowledge. In stark contrast, demons are born with innate strength, regenerative abilities, and significantly longer lifespans—so even ageless. However, they lack the structured approach to learning that humans possess. Demons often learn magic through self-practice or by stealing grimoires from humans. This ans that, despite their natural abilities, humans have a far greater repository of magical knowledge than even the mightiest demon kings.

Why Do Humans Still Gets Defeated?

Yet, despite this advantage, humans often find themselves on the losing side. I don't know about my original world but This World's peoples are kinda stupid, They lack creativity—or rather, the lack thereof. In this world, humans seem to squander their potential, failing to fully exploit the magic they possess. Every spell, every magical text, is a treasure trove of possibilities, far more potent and versatile than they realize. But instead of delving deep, they skim the surface, like reading only the title of a book and ignoring the wealth of knowledge within.

Let's take an example to illustrate my point: my psychokinesis! In this world, people typically use psychokinetic powers to lift objects and throw them at their enemies. And that's it! Psychokinesis is hard to learn and consus a lot of mana, so it's rarely mastered. But if they truly understood its potential, they would realize psychokinesis is far more useful than they think.

With psychokinesis, you can do so much more than just hurl objects. Imagine enhancing your teammates' overall strength. Picture a swordsman who can control the direction of their slashes mid-air, dramatically increasing accuracy and lethality. Psychokinesis can turn a simple attack into a precise, devastating blow, making your strikes nearly impossible to dodge.

I'm not even close to done yet. You can create a "Repel Barrier" that doesn't block attacks in the traditional sense but makes them pass harmlessly through you, leaving you unscathed. It's like phasing through danger.

Even more impressive, you can generate an invisible aura around your body that makes it impossible for anyone to touch you. Think of it like Gojo Satoru's Infinity. With this barrier, you can walk into a battlefield and remain untouchable, effortlessly defeating your enemies while they can't even land a hit on you.

Let's set aside thoughts of humans and demons for now and focus on the heart of the matter. My village, Dreadhaven, has almost transford into a thriving town. I still have Avion's one thousand gold coins, which I'll refer to as our "Foreign Reserves." These funds will be invaluable for paying workers from outside the village and purchasing goods from other kingdoms.

Additionally, it's essential to create our own gold, silver, and bronze coins. This will make trade much easier for our citizens, who currently barter goods like in ancient tis—exchanging wheat for rice, and so on. We can't simply mimic the coin designs of other kingdoms; we need a unique currency that represents Dreadhaven.

The most remarkable developnt, however, is the growth of our population. Our village now boasts over four thousand inhabitants, a diverse mix of species. This incredible expansion is a testant to Dreadhaven's prosperity and promise.

In an exciting turn of events, Doomthunder has returned with his pack of hounds. These powerful creatures will serve as our transportation. I plan to organize groups to ride these hounds and maintain order in Dreadhaven, much like a police force.

Now, you might wonder why I'm not forming a traditional army. The answer is simple: I don't need one. I am a one-man army, more than capable of defeating any opposing force. My strength alone is enough to protect Dreadhaven from any threat.

Dreadhaven is evolving, and with these new asures, we're on the path to a bright and secure future.

Scarlett sat lost in thought, processing all these plans and changes in less than a second. She stood up from her chair, yawning and stretching her limbs. Today was her last day in her current shelter.

Why? Because, apart from her palace, all the village's construction was complete. Most of the houses were made of wood, and Scarlett's shelter stood out awkwardly, making the village look uneven. So, she decided to move into a new ho—a classic Japanese-style wooden house right beside her palace. It wasn't too big, but it promised comfort and a sense of belonging.

As she left her shelter, a smile spread across her lips. Outside, Doomthunder waited for her, his tail wagging up and down and his tongue hanging out playfully. He had beco more adorable after receiving Scarlett's blessings, his size reduced to just above that of a human, almost as large as a horse.

Seeing Doomthunder like this filled Scarlett with warmth and a sense of contentnt. She gently patted his head, feeling the soft fur beneath her fingers. Without saying a word, she began walking toward the heart of the village, Doomthunder quietly following her. Dreadhaven was no longer just a village; it had grown significantly.

It took more than ten minutes to reach the site where the palace was being constructed. As she walked, villagers greeted her with bows of respect. When she arrived, she saw the palace was only half-finished, surrounded by a large garden. In the garden, a statue of Scarlett was also being sculpted.

However, her destination wasn't the palace. Next to it was an open field adorned with flowers, where her new wooden house was supposed to be. She had received reports that it was completed, yet there was no house in sight.

Confused and on the brink of anger, Scarlett was about to speak when a bald, dark-skinned man ran towards her. "Wait a minute, Scarlett-sama..." It was Gohard, the craftsman, accompanied by a demon with yellow horns.

They reached her, and Gohard, panting heavily, explained, "The house hasn't been made yet."

Scarlett's eyes narrowed, her voice tinged with anger, "That's what I want to know—why isn't the house ready?"

Instead of answering, Gohard gestured to the yellow-horned demon. The demon stepped forward and placed his hand on the ground. In an instant, the earth trembled as a wooden house began to rise from beneath, forming right before their eyes. It was a classic Japanese-style wooden house, just as Scarlett had envisioned.

Scarlett watched in amazent, thinking, "Whoa, is he like Yamato from Naruto? Damn, I've got a very useful guy." She was clearly impressed.

Her anger lted away, replaced by awe and gratitude. She turned to Gohard and the demon, a smile forming on her lips. "You two have outdone yourselves. I'm speechless."

Gohard and the demon both bowed, relieved and pleased. The demon spoke gently, "I'm Hedz. I've been learning 'Wood Magic,' and I thought of using it to make houses as well."

A smile appeared on Scarlett's face as she thought, "That's exactly the kind of creativity I was hoping for. He deserves a reward."

Since money currently had no value in the village, Scarlett decided on a different kind of reward. She approached Hedz and hugged him tightly, her chest pressing against his. As she blinked one eye playfully, she said, "Well done, Hedz. I expect great things from you in the future."

Hedz's reaction was priceless. His face turned a deep shade of red, and he blushed so hard that it seed like his cheeks were on fire. Even Gohard blushed at the sight.

"I... I was hugged by Scarlett-sama," Hedz stamred, a huge smile spreading across his face. "I can die peacefully now." He walked away in a daze, so overwheld with happiness that he forgot what he was supposed to do next.

Gohard chuckled and went after him, trying to bring him back to reality. Scarlett laughed inwardly, amused by how easily she could affect n. Having once been a man herself, she knew every weakness and enjoyed using that knowledge to her advantage.

With a light heart and a satisfied smile, Scarlett turned her attention back to her newly made house. Excited, she started running towards it, but after a few steps, she had to stop. Her breasts bounced so much that it beca uncomfortable, and a look of annoyance crossed her face.

"My breasts are bouncing so much that I can't run," she thought with irritation. "Now I know why girls run so slowly. But what can I do to stop this? Do I have to wear a bra?"

Scarlett sighed, "Well, the answer is yes. Not only a bra, but I think for my future plans, I'll even have to wear panties. What are my future plans? Well, that's a secret. Because I want to be like Aizen from Bleach, saying, 'Everything was according to my plan.' Hehehe..."

As she entered the house, a chuckle escaped her lips. She was already imagining the dramatic reveals and cunning strategies she had in store. The house was unremarkable, with a modest, ordinary interior. In the middle of the living room stood a large mirror, with a table behind it for her small belongings.

It had been over six months since she last looked at her reflection. Curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to see what had changed. As she approached the mirror, she saw her own reflection for the first ti in a long while. Instantly, her face contorted in shock. She scread, "Why does my face look ten tis sluttier than before?"

Her gaze traveled down to her hips. "Why is my ass bigger? It looks like i i's from Jujutsu Kaisen." She then touched her breasts, realizing, "And my breasts are larger too."

Despite wearing an off-shoulder purple sweater, her chest was prominently visible. With mounting curiosity and anxiety, she opened her spatial inventory and took out a asuring tape. She started with her height. "184 cm? I've grown from 178 cm to 184 cm. That's a 6 cm difference."

Her hands trembled as she then moved to asure her breasts. "100 cm... 106 cm... 108... 112 cm,? Last ti I checked it was 96cm." Her face turned pale, and her mind raced with shock. "Did I just surpass Mommy Tsunade and Mommy Boa Hancock? What the hell am I becoming, Veril from Veril in Gold?"

Her heart pounded in her chest. An overwhelming urge took hold of her, and she couldn't resist squeezing her breasts. "Hmm... they're softer than marshmallows," she murmured. Then, snapping out of it, she smacked her forehead in frustration. "This is not the ti for this!"

She quickly put her sweater back on and began pacing back and forth, her mind racing. "Is it because I'm still not fully beco an adult yet? Am I still maturing?"

"Or could it be because I slept with Irish? I've heard that a woman's body can change to increase sexual appeal, so her partner is more attracted to her. But damn, I was a man, at least have so rcy" She sighed heavily, trying to make sense of it all.

"And then there's my face. Before, it was just like I had a harem of boys. Now, it looks even worse, like I sleep with 50 or 60 n every day." Her expression twisted in despair as she dropped to the floor, banging her fists and crying out in frustration.

The shock and confusion were too much to handle. She felt trapped in a body she didn't recognize, with changes she couldn't understand. The mix of anger, fear, and disbelief left her feeling utterly lost.

It was actually a good thing that Scarlett was tall, making her big breasts "Top-tier