Chapter 18: [I Summon the Supreme Sword Demon]
’’Huh?’’ Alaric frowned and muttered to himself.
’’Another evolution?’’
’’Sure? Why not?’’
Alaric used the chaos points without hesitation. If there was a chance to get stronger, there was no reason to wait. Wasting the chaos points? No. Either way, their existence was to make him stronger—he could earn more anytime—but at this crucial moment, he should do the best way.
After hearing the order from the host, a new screen appeared before him.
–[Supreme Sword Demon]:
[Description]: A slave demon... An ancient demon... An extinct demon... They possess swordsmanship unparalleled in all of hell; no demon can defeat them. However, what all demons in hell fear is their ability—even demon gods are afraid of them. Each time they kill someone with their sword, the victim’s existence is obliterated from the world. No one can remember them after they’re dead.
...However, their unique ability led to their extinction. They were hunted by all other demons. Ever since, their status gradually declined and they vanished from the history of hell... and from the world itself.
’’It sounds like a tragedy...but, I like it.’’
The slave smiled and said.
’’System, I choice it.’’
[Congratulations! You have chosen the Supreme Sword Demon for your summon’s path evolution.]
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Name: Supreme Sword Demon
True Name: Khaled, [none], [none], [none], [none]
Potential: Transcendent Potential
Evolution Stage: 1
Mana Core Count: 1 – [0/1000]
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[Congratulations! You have received a blessing]
[Blessing of the Supreme Sword Demon]
[Description]: You’re a friend of swords. You have the talent to use swords and adapt to any sword style with ridiculous speed.
Pretty soon, the massive stone egg began to show cracks, countless fractured lines forming across its surface, falling away to reveal the frame of a demon.
The demon wore a large, eerie armor that fit his frame. Yeah, he was pretty tall, around 2 meters. Even though his true torso was hidden behind the armor, the slave guessed the demon had strong, firm muscles.
Through the crimson eyes behind the helmet, the slave tried to read the demon’s emotions and thoughts, but he had no clue. The demon just stared at him with hollow eyes, like an unemotional stone.
But it didn’t stop there. Seeing the chains wrapped around the demon’s limbs and neck, he guessed the description was true.
’He’s a slave demon,’ the slave muttered, rubbing his chin as he assessed his summon.
’So, your name is Khaled?’
As soon as he said that, the demon gave a subtle motion. He slowly stepped forward, then kneeled on one leg, looking up, waiting for the slave’s command.
The slave smiled for a moment, then suddenly felt a change within himself. His lungs expanded to take in more oxygen. Every vein in his body seemed charged with energy, as if fueled by some drug, his circulation working at full speed.
He felt refreshed, and the weight that had always pressed on him like stone vanished without a trace.
His skin brightened, no longer pale as before. Then a cloud of darkness began to seep from tiny holes beneath his skin. The dirty cloud floated toward the slave’s nose, releasing a terrible stench he had never smelled in his life.
He mostly wanted to vomit right then, but luckily, his stomach was empty. He just ran around the rocky platform to the cold wind to wipe out the smell of the dregs coming out of him.
Soon, he could breathe properly and observed his new body after forming the green-mana core inside.
Finally, he had defeated his damned illness and the dead flag at 30 years old. More importantly, he was free now. No longer a slave.
’Yeah, I’m free.’
Even so, he was still a thin, tall man.
’No matter, I’ll grow after eating meat and practicing.’
He looked at his summon, nodded in satisfaction, and commanded it to return to his spiritual Sea. He would check its abilities once he found a proper place.
’But now... how do I return to the real world?’
[Do you want to return to the real world or meet the nameless god?]
The slave frowned and scratched his head for a while. After some thought, he decided to meet the nameless god. Well, he was really curious about this so-called god. He had a few questions to ask him, anyway, the god would know everything. They were omniscient, right?
’I want to meet the nameless god.’
In the blink of an eye after he said that, the hellish scenery vanished, leaving a dark void—nothing to see. For some reason, the nameless slave still stood, even though there was nothing beneath him.
But since the sensation of space had disappeared, he just fell and glanced around in bewilderment.
’What the hell?’
The screen system appeared again.
[Where do you want to meet the nameless god?]
– In a restaurant.
– In a brothel.
– In a theater.
– In a bed.
– In a class.
...
The nameless slave widened his eyes and forced a smile.
’Is he a god with a sense of humor?’
After a few seconds, he said,
’I choose the restaurant. Anyway, I’m starving.’
...
Just for an instant, he felt something soft beneath his butt, and when he blinked twice, he was sitting on a golden-plated chair.
He also began to hear noises around him. He turned and saw many nobles nearby, but for some reason, they completely ignored a slave like him—or maybe they simply couldn’t see him.
As soon as he slapped a passing noblewoman’s butt, she just responded by slapping the man next to her and ran away.
"Wow... I just slapped a noble’s butt." Part of him found it funny, but then a strange feeling crept over him. Well, whatever the reality was, it was still fake—just like the first challenge he had faced.
He sighed and glanced at the man sitting opposite him: a faceless man eating noodles, ignoring everything.
It was... creepy as the slave could not see the mouth, eyes and nose on the man’s face, just empty.
The slave gulped. In this situation, he had no idea what to say or do. His mind kept insisting that this man was the nameless god.
"Go on, eat. Feel free."
Under that invisible pressure, the slave let out a shaky breath and his eyes glimmered like a starving beast as looking at his meal on the luxurious table.
"I won’t hold back, then."