"Yoichi, the next World Cup champion is definitely going to be you," everyone around him said.
In the World Cup final, one goal was all it took to lose everything.
When he opened his eyes again, Yoichi Isagi was back in that overlooked corner at age sixteen.
The next championship? Yoichi Isagi scoffed. What he wanted was to tear down an equally powerful opponent with his own hands in a battle at the peak.
Noah would be old by the next tournament. He didn't want to take advantage of him.
And those so-called "New Generation World XI"? In the eyes of the Demon King from his previous life, they were nothing but a pack of lambs that hadn't grown up yet.
Watching the pathetic back-and-forth of the attack and defense before him, Isagi could barely keep from laughing in disbelief.
An indescribable fury shot straight to his head. They were too weak. Every last one of them!
Just as he was about to snap, familiar yet somehow different crimson grid lines appeared in his vision.
He froze. It wasn't Meta Vision, but... Predator Eye?
The Demon King of his previous life had devoured everything, only to lose to time in the end. This time, he would feast in a different way.
