In the turbulent ocean of emotions, a true devil awoke within the frail body of a mortal.
"Gasp! Gasp! Gasp! Gasp!"
His chest heaved violently as memories of a massacre flashed before his eyes.
He remembered it all—the so-called gods and righteous sect leaders who had united to kill him, the demon who once shook the Immortal Land. His body was torn apart under heavenly tribulation, his soul scattered. Yet now… he opened his eyes again.
What greeted him was not endless battle, but a simple room. His hands were pale, thin, and weak. White scholar robes covered his body. He was no longer the peerless demon feared by the heavens, but a frail scholar—a mortal crippled by the incurable Meridian Severing disease.
But this body… this identity…
Fragments of another life surged into his mind, piercing his consciousness like sharp needles.
He saw a young man, the respected Head of Scholars in Wu Dang Sect. Admired for wisdom, burdened by endless scrolls and duties, tormented by his superiors until his health broke, until one day… his body simply gave up. A pitiful death for one so learned.
Sarvan's lips curled into a smile. So this is my vessel? A broken scholar with wasted meridians?
The moment he thought of those arrogant gods again, his blood boiled. His demon heart trembled with fury.
"One day," he swore, "I will return to the Immortal Land, and make those gods tremble in fear!"
But when he tried to rise from the bed, his body crumbled like dry wood. Pain lanced through his limbs. Yet within that weakness, he discovered something unusual—this scholar had collected countless martial arts manuals and mortal cultivation techniques, and his comprehension of them was unmatched in the secular world.
Then—
(DING! You have awakened the 'Life and Death System' at the end of your previous life!)
A crisp mechanical voice rang in his mind. His eyes widened.
A system?Finally? After living an entire previous life as the peerless demon without one…
(Now, you have received the Beginner Package. 'Heavenly Dragon Physique' has been awakened.)
Sarvan's heart skipped a beat.
"Heavenly Dragon Physique…?"
(This physique is Zeroth Rank in the immortal world. It grants the host comprehension one lakh times greater than any other physique in the universe.)
A laugh escaped his lips. So the heavens finally compensate me for my suffering!
"System, open the status window."
Status Window
Name: Sarvan Kumar
Race: Human (Currently)
Cultivation: None (Trash)
Talent: ????
Techniques: Forbidden Technique of Demon (Locked)
System Currency: Life and Death Points
Equipment: Immortal Divine Demonic Sword (Locked – requires Deity Transformation Realm)
Sarvan frowned. "What is this 'Talent: ????' supposed to mean? Are you mocking me?"
(Host cannot view this talent yet.)
He sighed. "Fine. Then at least tell me—how do I earn these Life and Death Points?"
(Life Points are earned when others feel true gratitude or joy because of you. Death Points are earned when others feel terror and oppression from your presence. Both are separate and cannot be exchanged unless certain hidden conditions are met.)
Sarvan froze. Make others happy…? Me, the Demon Lord?
The system continued coldly:
(Recommendation: Host should first gather Life Points to purchase the Forbidden Technique of Immortal. Cultivation efficiency will then exceed all others.)
His eye twitched. "So… I have to make people happy. What type of joke is this?!"