A silver-haired young man opened his eyes, sighing. "Another memory fragment," he muttered. This was Draco, who had just woken up.
He frowned, creasing his eyebrows as he recalled the memory fragment. Such a battle was on a universal scale. He was shocked that each of the Seats of Demon was able to fight against five gods without losing. However, what bothered him most was that he couldn't see their appearances.
He began to ruminate on this. The Seats of Demon were so powerful, yet in his last memory fragment, it turned out they were all defeated.
A powerful man like Xandros, and even Draco himself, had been forced into reincarnation. It was their only way to save the world.
Who were their enemies? What were they? Where did they come from?
These questions plagued Draco's mind. Xandros and his men had managed to oppress multiple domains, emerging victorious and strong. Yet, in the last memory fragment, it showed that only Xandros and Draco were left alive.
Even Draco, who was stronger than Xandros, had no confidence in defeating those enemies.
He felt the urgency to grow stronger. His current power wasn't even 1% of the gods', let alone his former self.
"I need to grow stronger," Draco shouted internally. He had inherited the karma of both Draco and Xandros, and in the future, he would have to face their enemies—the very creatures that forced them into this situation.
"Wait," he thought, "why didn't Xylara and the other spirits participate in the battle? I didn't even see any trace of them in the war." This realization baffled Draco, leaving him confused.
"Xylara, do you have any idea what might have caused my death?" Draco called out to her.
"No, I don't," she replied in a low tone. "It feels as though our memories are blank when it comes to that. I have no idea about Master's death. Even I am confused by this."
Draco looked at her, deep in thought. If she claimed her memories were blank, it meant someone had sealed them. But was it a friend or an enemy?
If it was a friend, there must have been a reason for it. But if it was an enemy, then things would take a dire turn. In battle, he would be like an open book to his enemies, as all his skills and bloodline abilities were known to Xylara.
Draco began to sweat at the thought. "Let's hope it's not like that," he muttered, shivering.
[Shadow Manipulation Skill: A skill that controls and manipulates shadows for one's use. Can summon the shadow of the dead for aid but requires MP to summon them.]
Note: The creature must have died within two minutes, or the host will not be able to summon them.
[Shadow Plunder: A skill that plunders attributes from shadows. Can also plunder one's shadow for use.]
[Shadow Dance: A dance technique turned into a killing weapon by the Shadow Demon, becoming her strongest skill and ultimate weapon.]
When Draco read these notifications, he was stunned.
"Don't be surprised," Xylara said. "She is one of the strongest among the Seats of Demon and the strongest lady of the Demon."
Xylara's words shocked Draco. "Do you mean Alya and the Phoenix Demon can't beat her?" he asked, incredulous.
"They can't," Xylara chuckled. "She has the ability to summon and control shadows. Her army of shadows is incredibly powerful."
Her words left Draco even more surprised as he looked at Clara, who was asleep. Her body emitted a faint shadowy aura, her shadow rippling and moving on its own.
Draco thought to himself—he couldn't wait to awaken all the Seats of Demon. Based on those he had already awakened, each of them was an overpowered character in their own right.
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**STATUS:**
**Host Name:** Draco Xandros
**Race:** Human [20%], Dragon [20%], Phoenix [20%], Demon [20%], Tiger [20%]
**Level:** 49
**EXP:** 30,205/ 100,000,000,000
**Class:** Plunderer, Dragonborn, Demon Lord, Phoenixborn, Tiger King
**Talent:** Plunder, ????? Dragon Power, ????? Phoenix Power, Tiger Power
**Skills:** Plunder, Dragon Power, Phoenix Power, Appraisal, Five Element Dragon Spell,...
**Physique:** None
**Affinity (Energy/Element):** Fire, Earth, Water, Wood, Wind, Sword, Archer, Spear, Lightning, Draconic, Tiger, Demonic, Phoenix, Shadow, Charm, Blood, Dark...
**Intent:** Fist Intent (Lvl 7), Wind Intent (Lvl 8), Thunder Intent (Lvl 8), Massacre Intent (Lvl 9), Five-Element Intent( Lvl 7), Shadow Intent (Lvl 7), Blood Intent (Lvl 6), Charm Intent (Lvl 6), Sword Intent (Lvl 9), Leg Intent (Lvl 7), Destruction Intent (Lvl 6), Life Intent (Lvl 5)
**HP:** 20,000 / 20,000 ( 10,000/10,000)
**MP:** 20,000 / 20,000 (10,000/10,000)
**STR:** 1,560 (780)
**AGI:** 1,540 (770)
**INT:** 1,500 (750)
**DEX:** 1,520 (760)
**STA:** 1,560 (780)
**DEF:** 1,660 (830)
**Luck:** 98
**Stats Points:** 0
**SP:** 0
**PP:** 100, 231,128
**Inventory:** Bronze Sword, Weapon of Plunder, Hand Gear...
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Draco smiled at the thought of the academy contest. He hoped to meet strong cultivators; otherwise, the contest wouldn't be much fun. His status was just too...
"You've reached Level 49, just one level away from Level 50—the real beginning of cultivation," Xylara chuckled. "I advise you to find your path before you level up."
"Haven't I already found it?" Draco asked, confused.
"That's your path of massacre. You need to find your own Dao path," Xylara said solemnly. "If you find your path, you'll be able to access the tenth level of intent—the true meaning of intent."
Xylara's words made Draco raise his eyebrows in shock. "Tenth level? What's that?"
"There are ten levels of intent. To access Godhood, you must step into this level. That's why only true geniuses can become gods," Xylara explained.
"I remember the last time I asked about the levels of intent, you said there were only nine," Draco said, stroking his chin.
"Your strength was too weak to understand back then. You need to reach levels eight or nine to even learn about this," Xylara replied.
"What about those who don't awaken a unique system?" Draco asked.
"It depends on their luck. Some might unconsciously reach this level, but for inheritors of unique systems like you, it's within reach," Xylara emphasized.
Ding!
[Mission: Find and comprehend your path, reaching Level 10.]
Reward: A chance to choose any skill from your pet.
Penalty: Degrade to Level 0.
Draco chuckled as he read the notification. The reward was enticing. He had been eyeing the skills of the Golden Sun Crow and Nether Sun Crow, both belonging to Anna.
Moreover, he planned on comprehending this level. He must—especially if he was going to tread the path of Godhood. His gaze turned sharp and determined. He had to achieve this before the academy contest.
"Master, you have some visitors. Alya is here with an old man," Adrian's voice sounded from outside the door.
"I'm coming," Draco replied. He guessed why Alya and the old man had come. It seemed the Vice Chancellor was keen on protecting him—but did he really need it?
He adjusted Clara on the cushion. She was still sleeping, and it seemed it would take a bit longer for her to awaken.
Draco stepped outside the room to check on Alya and the old man.
Meanwhile, the Night Clan received news that Clara had been rescued and their company devastated. The lab underground had been destroyed—a deliberate act by Draco.
They were furious and wanted to send another wave of attackers after him. But someone reported seeing Dr. Shaw with Alya, which sent chills down their spines.
They calmed their raging hearts. It seemed they would have to make their move during the academy contest.