Chapter 7

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Chapter 7: Demon God

He stripped off his upper garments and took out an ointment from his backpack, spreading it evenly across his body. Made mainly from hardening agents and bloodstone, this salve granted resistance against the invasive aura of the demon god—not to prevent the invasion, but to slow its progress.

When a demon god invaded, it targeted the human heart first. If breached, no Demon Swordman would remain—only a corpse. A Demon Swordman was one who could withstand such an attack.

Yet this invasion caused chaotic aura distribution within the body. To ensure the aura concentrated evenly in his left arm, Midi used the ointment to slow its spread, allowing controlled absorption.

Next, he retrieved a pale golden potion and held a small sip in his mouth without swallowing. This soul calling potion—crafted from dissolved soul crystals in mandrake juice—acted as a hallucinogen lethal in excess. But it awakened latent potential in the consciousness, enabling a human soul to overpower the demon god. Only through this could fusion occur, forging a master-servant bond.

Once the ointment seeped into his skin, Midi grabbed the final materials—Shadow Grass and Scented Rain Flower—and marched toward the lake’s central island.

The shallow water bit with cold, yet Midi walked unfazed. Each step intensified the aura around him, sharp as steel wires slicing his skin. Step by step, he trudged until his feet met white pebbles on the shore.

Drawing a breath, he seized the broken sword with his left hand.

Agony erupted instantly—a molten blade seemed to stab from his arm toward his heart. The ointment slowed the invasion, stretching a split-second pain into prolonged torture. His body shook violently, winter sweat dripping, yet he stayed silent, clutching the potion in his mouth as ghostly vines crawled toward his heart.

Suddenly, the pain vanished. The aura stilled.

Midi tensed—the demon god was gathering strength for a fatal strike. Ordinary swordsmen might miss this moment, but the reincarnated Midi knew better. His left arm went numb, as if severed—the demon god’s full assault.

He swallowed the potion. His soul blazed, eyes glinting like daggers. Spiritual force clashed against the demon god’s attack within his body, a silent war raging.

As the potion’s effects waned, pain tore through him. Yet he endured, gritting through agony dwarfed by two decades of losing family, companions, and love.

*Answer me!* he roared inwardly.

The aura contracted, freezing into his left arm. Tiny bumps pulsed like hearts beneath his skin—four, eight, sixteen—until his entire hand rippled. The throbbing slowed, syncing with his heartbeat. Heat surged through his wrist—his left arm moved freely again.

The demon hand had formed.

Unlike the grotesque limbs of ordinary Demon Swordmen, Midi’s arm appeared nearly normal. Deep purple vine-like patterns crept up to his shoulder, aura fully contained. Clothed and armored, it showed no difference. Yet within lay dormant power.

The patterns flickered as magic gathered around him—the demon hand’s first Traction. This would determine his potential as a Demon Swordman. In his past life, interrupted fusion still boosted his physical attributes by one level. Now, uninterrupted, the demon god’s power promised far more.

Now, Midi had completed all preparations, and the entire fusion process unfolded flawlessly. He wondered what level he could achieve this time.

Under Midi’s expectant gaze, the surrounding magic power surged like tidal waves.

A sudden whirlwind materialized from thin air, thickening the magical density until the once invisible energy solidified into visible currents. Strong winds whipped through the area, tugging at Midi’s pants with enough force to produce sharp snapping sounds. Shock and awe filled Midi’s eyes as the magnificent magic vortex made him feel ant-like in comparison. The entire lakescape became saturated with tangible magic, forming an overwhelming spectacle.

Simultaneously, Midi felt his physical attributes improving at unprecedented speed.

His power intensified explosively – even casual punches now generated air vortices trailing afterimages.

His physical stamina multiplied, heartbeat slowing while his breathing stretched into impossibly long rhythms.

Environmental magic perception sharpened dramatically, every wisp’s Attributes and quantity imprinting clearly in his mind.

Mental clarity reached new heights, accelerating both thought processing and reaction speed.

In that instant, Midi surpassed level 16’s peak and breached level 17 – his previous life’s limit. Yet he instinctively knew this wasn’t his endpoint.

Seconds later, level 18 shattered.

Within the cave, wailing cold winds carried massive magic power being absorbed and converted into energy for both Midi and the demon god.

Level 19!

Midi trembled uncontrollably. The fusion had boosted him three levels while enhancing his physique beyond ordinary level standards. By his estimation, his current absolute power and Physical Strength exceeded regular Demon Swordmen, rivaling even transmuters.

As his power growth finally slowed, the cave’s swirling magic dissipated. The lake’s Fierce Wind died into utter calmness.

Midi’s demon hand transformed again. Gone were the chaotic vine-like patterns, replaced by compass-drawn precision circuits spiraling across his skin, emitting faint purple glow like some abyssal magic array.

The demon god fusion neared completion.

Only the seal remained.

Though Midi had temporarily subdued the demon god through willpower, momentary distraction or entering sleep could restore its control. The eternal battle between Demon Swordman and demon god would persist until Death claimed him.

Hence the sealing lock became necessary.

Beside the broken sword lay chains left by its previous master – nameless yet mighty. In Midi’s past life, these unbreakable materials had shackled the demon god while serving as his shield against countless attacks.

Midi lifted the deceptively light chain resembling bracelets, its true weight only apparent when held. Yet instead of immediate sealing, he ignited Shadow Grass and Scented Rain Flowers.

Pale purple mist coalesced within rising smoke – residual demon god aura that had escaped control over centuries. The reincarnated Midi, pursuing perfect preparation, absorbed every wisp through his demon hand.

A level 19 Demon Swordman with transmuter-tier physique and years of battle Experience. Even Fina would be startled.

Wearing relieved smile, Midi turned toward shore when ripples disturbed the utterly calm lake.

A python-bodied Monster surfaced with shrill screech.

"Vengeance Worm! This guy’s probably level 40!" Midi’s pupils contracted to pinpoints as recognition struck.