precisely, the date he had gone back to.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to look far for hints; the surroundings were almost yelling them at him.

“Hmm…… .”

He cast a brief peek over the wall of books.
Although it seemed to be a quick glance, it was everything but.
Every time his gaze landed on a book, a bunch of information flooded into his brain.

When did the book come into his room? When was it arranged in its current place? He properly contrasted the scenes in his memory with the ones he was now seeing.
It was a simple task.

Several breaths later, he finished checking.

“17 years old, the second month…?”

His own young voice sounded strange to him.
His eyes darkened, looking back on his own life, which had been eventful as he reassembled it again and again.
Like a Daoist immortal who could predict countless future events just by glancing at a checkerboard.

“…….”

He had been immersed in his thoughts for quite some time before some noises from outside abruptly jolted him back to reality.

“Did Mr.
Archduke¹ wake up?”

“So what? Won’t he be holding onto books as soon as he wakes up anyway?”

“Heaven isn’t fair.
I can’t believe that the Archduke of the Luoyang Sword Clan, widely considered the most prestigious clan in the Central Plains, is so worthless.”

“People even call him the swordless….pathetic.”

“Still, he was rumored to be clever in the past……”

“Dude, that’s a totally made-up story.”

“Still, he can do whatever he pleases; the fucking bastard is so lucky that he was born into the great Luoyang Sword Clan, the Heavenly Clan.”

It was none other than the conversation of the servants, speaking ill of him and slandering him.
Hearing such words would have made him enraged in the first life, but his eyes now were utterly indifferent.

Originally, he had been interested in the words of others, and he hadn’t been having fun with it. However, at present, he was stained with lunacy and the demonic energy of the ruler of darkness to the very core of his soul.

In other words, the surface of his mind had become like a still lake of unknown depth.
But under that depth lurked a volcano that might erupt at any moment.

“Hey, is anyone there?” He shouted, calling the servants.
But no one answered.

It was natural.
The place where he stayed was one of the strict secret places of the Luoyang Sword Clan.
The soundproofing technique applied here was undoubtedly the best in the central plains.

And yet, he could quite clearly hear the servants’ whispering outside.
“Is this likewise a power derived from the ruler of darkness?” Perhaps it wasn’t simply the hearing that had been affected.

Calmly, he took his time.
He examined and experimented on his physique over and over.
Not too long had passed before he reached a conclusion.

A dramatic increase in overall physical ability!

All of his physical abilities, including stamina, muscular strength, and his five senses, had been enhanced.

“Great…” He looked in the mirror.
What was there was not the frail body he had had.
Instead, there was a body like steel, only those who trained to the limit could have.

His body, where every muscle was clearly visible, felt somehow bizarre.

He was first enjoying his muscles, but then he noticed that something wasn’t right.
“What the f…..?”

The mirror reflected his own face with a terrifyingly distorted expression.
Was this how a demon would seem, pickled in his murderous look, and his demonic energy had intensified to the depths of his heart?

“Oh my.” Looking in the mirror, he tried to change his expression.

“Like this….”  He said as he lowered the corner of his mouth a little more.
He then smoothed out the wrinkles on his forehead, and drooped his brows a little.

“It’s turned into a more grotesque face, cle cle cle.”

A phlegmy laugh escaped his lips.
It seemed that the laughter had to be fixed as well.

“That’s okay, I have plenty of time….”

He put his hands to his face and rubbed it like paste.
First, he needed to relax his muscles a little.

As heat rose from his rough-rubbed face, the muscles softened.
Then he looked in the mirror again and began to practice facial expressions.

“Uhm.
I need a more human expression….”

After staring in the mirror for a time, he realized his appearance was absurd, and he burst out laughing.

It was laughter mixed with purring metallic sounds.

He continued to wrestle with his face for a long before finally speaking.

“That’s what I mean.”

In the mirror, he appeared with an almost natural countenance that a child would not be frightened to see.

“Am I even human?” he murmured in a confused voice, glancing at himself in the mirror as though the answer was right there.

Regardless of how weird the look in the mirror was, it was still his face.
Everyone would agree he was that worthless, handsome young man.

But what he was gazing into was utterly different.

 

The place where the eyes should have been was empty and deformed with pain, dripping bloody tears.

Only two holes remained where the nose should be, and pus was oozing out.

There was no part of his face’s skin that was still intact.

In his throat, the tongue, which had only the root left, was dangling.

 

It wasn’t a reflection of his image.

It was his mental image of himself that he was looking into.

 

Wounded, twisted, distorted, tainted…

 

It was the demonic energy of the ruler of darkness that he was harboring.

Kachti’s Notes:

 

1: The eldest son of a noble family