Daemon felt a warmth at the core of his body. Right at his navel which slowly crawls towards every vein inside of him. A sensation that calmed him and revitalized his body. Washing away all of the sweat that built up from the ordeal he had to go through.
It’s almost like he’s being reborn. That is the sensation in its simplest sense. Daemon’s body is going through rebirth which isn’t even a joke. His muscles began to form and show from his skin and even his height began to change, making him taller than he actually is. Then came the changing of his hair’s color – becoming ash gray. In the middle of a white and black color.
His body is covered in steam and, this burns through all of the scars that he has across his body. Erasing each and every one without leaving a trace. Even the graze wound on his cheek began to heal. And with all of this happening, new notifications popped out.
[New Skill Reward: Lesser Regeneration]
[Information: Grants greater healing that heals through surface wounds in a matter of minutes. The skill also erases all marks of scars and other wounds that are left on the body.]
[Information: Reward for killing Gerald Newman.]
“This power is really starting to live up to its name.” A smile widened on Daemon’s lips. “Revenge system huh.”
[New Skill Reward: Lesser Vitality]
[Information: Increases the stamina of the user. Viruses, poisons, and other sickness causing entities will have lesser influence.]
[Information: Reward for killing Haze Greyhound.]
“Wait, that’s it?” Daemon muttered. “This isn’t nearly enough if I’m going to get my revenge. How am I gonna get the others with just this?”
The reason why Daemon is able to do things so perfectly up to this point is partly because of luck. He’s lucky enough to find Grant in a state of being drunk and, even luckier still because he’s able to grab an opportunity to attack this person when his defenses are down.
Then came the power granted to him by the system which came as a big help. It washed away his guilt on the act that he committed and allowed him to stay calm through the rest of the process that needs to be accomplished. He also gained a leverage with the information provided by Grant.
It’s through this that he knew of the GPS tracker on the phone. It’s through this that he knew that none of the rooms on the abandoned mansion are locked. But more importantly, even without the help of Grant, Daemon already knows of all the hidden rooms within that same mansion. After all, this is where he used to live.
Daemon got the steel cane and the gun from another hidden room within the second floor. He also set up an alarm clock within one of the rooms before he attempted to trick Gerald into falling within a hole. All of this are part of a complex chain that only someone of Daemon’s level of intellect can reach – one of the many reasons why he’s the number one target of bullying within the academy.
Saying that he’s smart is an understatement. He has enough brains to work the most logical solutions even under pressure. But now, with the absence of this very element, Daemon can think even better. Sharper. Deadlier. That’s also why he knows that he’s in a lot of trouble.
“How are these gonna be useful in fighting? I’m basically a sitting duck now waiting to get targeted.” Daemon sighed.
He thought that with the completion of all parts of the quest, he’d be able to gain a super power of some sort. Even just invisibility would be enough for him to do a lot of things. But that’s not what’s given to him. In fact, if one looks closely, it’s easy to tell that all he got are things that makes him healthier.
“Hah…this is the worst isn’t it?” Daemon added as a side comment and, all of this complaining seem to have affected the system because a new window popped up.
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): It’d be boring if I gave you superpowers now wouldn’t it?]
“What the…Astaroth?”
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): In the flesh.]
[…]
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): Or maybe not.]
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): You get the idea.]
The words came in a sequence of game like windows that popped up one after the other. Replacing constantly as soon as Daemon finished reading the whole message.
“You can talk to me? Okay wait, before that, why do you have a title along with your name?” Daemon said.
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): Okay, first of all, why would I give you a system if I’m not getting an access to it as well? I want to be able to make some comments from time to time. Think of it like you’re livestreaming or something.]
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): Second of all, that’s none of your business.]
“Do you want to get me killed or something? You need to give me at least a bit of leverage here.” Daemon said. “I know having a healthy body is important but, can’t you give me something killing related?
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): I already gave you all the leverage you can wish for boy. I reincarnated you and gave you a system that’ll make you stronger as you progress. You can’t expect me to give you something like a thunder strike right off the bat because, as I said, that’ll take away all of the fun.]
“Why’s that important?"
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): It’s a secret for now. But all you need to know is that I’m cooking up something to give you a better head start. For now, you gotta work with what you have and do your best to finish the next quests.]
“I swear if you’re lying to me…”
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): Come on, are you really going to threaten the one that resurrected you? You’re not dumb Daemon, you should know that I’m way out of your league so don’t get me pissed.]
“But I can complain right?”
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): Of course. If you can’t then I’d be sucking away all of the fun.]
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): Anyway, I already sorted things out with one of the devils.]
“Huh?” Right at that moment, a new dialogue window appeared at the left of Daemon – having a green color instead of red.
[Belial (Demon of War): Ack, this human is fucking skinny. Astaroth you scammer!][Ashtaroth (Best Demon): Okay in my defense, I did tell you that he has a light build.]
[Belial (Demon of War): Light build my ass. He’s a freaking stick.]
“You do realize that I’m here right?”[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): Sorry kid, he has a bit of an attitude.]
“Who’s this?”
[Belial (Demon of War): Are you sure this one’s smart Astaroth? He doesn’t even seem to understand that my name and title are already there.]
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): Cut him some slack, he’s just getting used to all of this.
“There’s another one?”[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): They’d be coming in a flock now because I’m gonna make you famous in hell boy.
“What are you talking about?”
[Belial (Demon of War): He made me pay a hefty sum to watch you. The three that you killed are now being tortured within my realm as we speak. That’s not nearly enough for what I’m giving you but Astaroth said you’d be worth the while.]
“Wait, you’re using my kills as bargaining chips?”
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): That’s not important. What’s important is that, you’ll be getting what you asked for.]
A new system window popped up right in front of Daemon. One which has words that almost seemed dream-like to Daemon because, just as the demon said, this is what he wants.
[The Demon of War has found favor with you!]
[You are gifted the skill: Lesser Martial Arts Mastery]
[Information: You now have talent for martial arts! You can quickly assimilate any martial art that you study.]
Finally, something useful. These are the words that played in Daemon’s head as he read through the lines of the new skill. This is exactly what he needs. It’s not the best of course but it’s something great in and off itself. Though he has to learn the martial arts himself, he can integrate a lot of them and make them work together to give him a better chance of winning at close quarters combat.But there’s something about this that doesn’t fit the whole picture. After all, his system rewards him for quests that he completed. And as far as this goes…he already got all his rewards.
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): I know what you’re thinking kid and you’re right, this goes beyond the power of the quest rewards.]
“So what’s the catch.”
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): See? I told you he has a brain.] Ashtaroth said as if he has to justify that Daemon isn’t a dunce.]
[Ashtaroth (Best Demon): That’s not a gift. It’s a loan that you have to pay back to Belial with a couple more souls. Since it’s a loan there’s also a punishment for not paying him back on time but I’m sure you’d be able to manage.]
“How many are we talking about here exactly?”The demon’s right. Daemon has killed three in a single night. It shouldn’t be that hard for him to kill a couple more to meet the requirement. But that thought quickly changed when Astaroth gave him the answer.
[A hundred.]
“What’s taking them so long?”Christian waited in the third-floor lounge. The moon’s already reached its peak and the noise made by the students having the time of their lives died down hours ago. The clock has passed twelve yet, Haze and Gerald haven’t given him any response yet.His phone is dead silent. Not even a single message is sent to him by the students in question. This wouldn’t piss him off as much if not for the fact that it’s past midnight.Both Yvonne and Damian have left an hour ago already. They told him to just rest and wait for a reply tomorrow but Christian doesn’t want to. He wants to get news right away and he wants it to be a positive one. After all, the pressure is on him since its his father’s candidacy that’s at stake here.“Those good for nothing bastards! I’m gonna skin them alive if I see them again!” He screamed again, thrashing the room and breaking an expensive vase within the room. Making one of the guards enter to look at what happened – one who has so
“Go fuck yourselves.”These are the words that came out of Daemon’s lips as soon as the requirement is explained to him. Something which he still refused to do. There doesn’t need to be an explanation why. Anyone would find this task outrageous, especially with all the laws governing society getting in his way. As well as the potential to get caught up in more danger once he kills the wrong individuals.[Astaroth (Asta): Whoa, easy with the language kid.][Baphomet (Baph): Yeah, why are you being so feisty all of a sudden? It’s not as bad as it seems.]“It is as bad as it seems.” Daemon defended though there’s really no need for him to do this for something that should be common sense. “You want me to kill a hundred more humans? How am I gonna do that?”[Asta: You’re exaggerating. Killing is basically how your cultivation system operates. You’d get to a hundred in no time at all.]I guess that part’s true. Daemon thought of this logically. He’s having an argument with the demons. He’s
The Academy. That’s the name of the most prestigious school existing within the Metropolitan city. All of the sons and daughters of wealthy and influential people, as well as the gifted students, all of these individuals are gathered here. And for a good reason.The quality of education within the Academy is second to none. Whatever talent or ability one has when entering or, even if someone doesn’t possess any, by the time they graduate, they will have everything they need to be successful in life. And by this, the most important aspect that’s gained by studying here is none other than connections.Every kind of connection that a person would need in his lifetime can be gained here. But that also means that this is a place where those connections can be lost as well. Since this is a school for the elites, there is a culling that happens within it as well. Where the weak do not stand the test of time and get expelled, kicked out, dropped, or voluntarily exits.Daemon never experienced
Entering the Academy is impossible for Daemon with just himself. The only way he was ever able to study there in the first place is because his parents already made a deposit for him. Securing his future in case anything happens to them.Now that’s gone. Daemon doesn’t have the funding of his parents because, he can’t just walk inside the academy again and proclaim that he came back from the dead. Even if this works, it’ll bring in a lot of problems for him. For starters, he may get abducted and experimented on by those that wants to live forever. Though this is an idea that seems to be on the extreme side, there are a lot of other reasons subtler compared to this.That’s why Daemon has to get back to the Academy on his own. A feat that is, as mentioned, impossible for Daemon with just himself… thankfully he doesn’t need to rely solely on himself.“So, you want to be our scholar huh.” A man wearing a white button down sat in front of a desk. He has properly combed hair that’s neatly s
“HAHAHAHA!” Leon roared in laughter. Echoing within the place where he, Daemon, and Jude.The vibrations made by the teen’s voice is so strong that, Daemon can feel his insides beginning to shake just from this alone. Indicating just how big of a threat this Leon guy truly is. But that’s all the more reason why he needs to continue with this plan of his.“That’s a good one. You said you’re going to fight me?” Leon said in an amused tone. Wiping a tear that’s formed in his right eye as he took a look around. “Are there cameras here? You trying to prank me or something?” Daemon’s being taken as a joke. It’s easy to dismiss his challenge as nothing more than this because of how he looks. Though he’s gained some weight and his height increased, his body isn’t fully developed for martial arts yet. He’s got a better-looking face now but, that doesn’t merit him anything in the said aspect.“No pranks.” Daemon said in reply with a flat expression on his face. “I’m serious about this. I want
The doors of the elevator opened again. Showing Daemon, the view of the top floor of the building. There are a total of six floors. The first is the lounge where Jude is located. The next four are training areas where potential scholars sharpen their skills to the utmost peak and, the last floor contains the rooms of the scholar candidates. As well as the room of the boss of the Elites.This is the same floor that Daemon is now stepping on. The same reason why he’s greeted by two bodyguards right away. Both of which have guns pointed at his face. Daemon isn’t fazed by this though, nor did he twitch even by a little. There’s nothing they can do that’d evoke any emotion in him. He’s way past this because of [Calm Mind].“The boss told me to come here.” Daemon said as he stared at both guards. He doesn’t know if they’re looking back because their eyes are covered with shades but, he knows that he has their undivided attention. Any person can guess this much especially if they have a gun
Everything happened quickly after Daemon’s acceptance to the Elites. The guards waiting for him outside the boss’s office came to fetch him and tended to his needs right away. Making him go back to the lounge and giving him food to eat. The first decent meal he had since he resurrected.As he enjoyed his meal, he can’t help but notice Jude from the corner of his eyes. This man is looking at him as if he’s a ghost now. After all, Daemon didn’t just survive meeting with the boss, he also came back to the lounge being treated as a seeming vip.I’m really getting all the attention huh; Daemon thought to himself as he continued to eat. Around thirty minutes passed and Daemon spent this time reading a book that’s also provided for him. There are a select number which he’s allowed to while his time one and he picked one that has piqued his interest now – the Ars Goetia. Though he isn’t able to spend much time on the book because of a person who came. “Is this him?” A female teen said, looki
Daemon has an hour to prepare before he goes to the training hall. Within this time, he’s able to rest a bit inside his new room. There is a single white bed on the side that’s sticking to the wall. Soft enough for him to feel like he’s sinking just by putting some of his weight on it.He doesn’t have time to sleep yet though. He has to finish this trial that’s given to him first. Though he does find it unjust that he’s receiving the trial on his first day and, without any proper orientation, he has no choice but to accept it. The standards of the Elites aren’t something he can change just by making a complaint.Nevertheless, this is still better than the treatment he received in the Academy all his life. A place he’d rather not think about now. Though he can’t help but let his thoughts drift to it for a while. Not because he’s haunted by the nightmares it left him with but, because he’s excited.A grin widened on his face. It’s already nine in the morning. Classes have begun an hour