In the vast universe, there were countless worlds.
Some worlds were ruled by kings.
Some by sects.
Some by demons.
Some by gods.
And some worlds… were farms.
One of those worlds was called Tianhe World.
In Tianhe World, the strong ruled and the weak obeyed. Immortal sects stood above kingdoms, and the Heavenly Temple stood above everyone. The Temple represented Heaven, and Heaven represented justice.
At least, that's what people were told.
The Slave Boy
In a dark mine at the edge of a forgotten kingdom, a boy was digging stones with bleeding hands.
His name was Lin Ye.
He was 14 years old.
He was born a slave, just like his parents, and just like his grandparents. In Tianhe World, slaves were not considered people. They were property.
If a slave was beaten to death, no one cared.
If a slave starved to death, no one cared.
If a slave was worked to death, no one cared.
Because slaves were not human.
They were tools.
"Faster!" a guard shouted as he kicked an old man to the ground. "If you don't finish your quota today, none of you will eat!"
Lin Ye lowered his head and continued digging silently. His hands were covered in blood, but he did not stop.
Because if he stopped, he would die.
That night, after 16 hours of work, the slaves were thrown back into a small wooden cage like animals.
Lin Ye's father was lying in the corner, breathing heavily.
"Father," Lin Ye whispered, "are you okay?"
His father did not respond.
Lin Ye moved closer and realized his father's body was cold.
His father had died.
No one cried.
No one screamed.
No one reacted.
Because this was normal.
Lin Ye sat there quietly for a long time, looking at his father's body. Then he said something very quietly:
"If there are gods in this world…"
"Why do slaves exist?"
No one answered him.
The Book
Three days later, Lin Ye was sent into a deeper part of the mine alone to dig a new tunnel.
The tunnel was dark and narrow. As he dug through the rocks, his shovel suddenly hit something hard.
Clang.
It was not stone.
Lin Ye cleared the dirt and found a black book buried inside the rock.
The book was completely black, with strange symbols on the cover that looked like they were moving like living creatures.
Lin Ye felt scared.
But he was more curious than scared.
He opened the book.
On the first page, there were only a few lines written:
"If you are reading this book,"
"It means the world has already abandoned you."
"Good."
"Now you belong to me."
— Mo Wudao
Lin Ye did not know why, but his heart started beating very fast.
He turned the page.
"This world has never been fair."
"The strong eat the weak."
"Kings rule the poor."
"Sects rule kings."
"Heaven rules everyone."
"But today, I will teach you how to rule."
Lin Ye's hands were shaking as he continued reading.
The book explained something he had never heard before.
Pain could become power.
Hatred could become power.
Despair could become power.
Killing intent could become power.
This book was telling him that everything he had suffered… was not meaningless.
It was power.
At the end of the first chapter of the book, there was a warning:
"To gain power, you must lose something."
"The more you lose, the more powerful you become."
"This is the Demonic Path."
"Choose carefully."
"Because once you start…"
"You cannot go back."
Lin Ye looked at his broken hands.
He thought about his dead father.
He thought about the guards who beat them every day.
He thought about the gods who never answered.
Then he asked the darkness a question:
"If I learn this… can I kill them?"
The book did not respond.
But the second page opened by itself.
On it, there was only one sentence:
"Yes."
Lin Ye stared at that word for a long time.
Then he smiled.
It was the first time he had smiled in many years.
"I will learn it," he said.
"And I will kill them all."
As soon as he said that, the book turned into black smoke and entered his body.
Lin Ye fell to the ground, screaming as dark energy began flowing through his veins like fire.
Far away, in the endless void, sitting on a throne made of darkness…
Mo Wudao opened his eyes.
He could see Lin Ye.
He could feel Lin Ye's hatred.
He could feel Lin Ye's pain.
And he smiled.
"The first seed… has begun to grow."
He waved his hand, and thousands of other black lights flew toward other worlds.
Kings.
Slaves.
Scholars.
Warriors.
Beggars.
Princes.
Saints.
Anyone who had been abandoned by the world… would receive his book.
Mo Wudao looked at the universe and said calmly:
"Heaven, you create heroes."
"I create monsters."
"Let's see which ones are stronger."
And in a small, forgotten mine, in a small, forgotten world…
The first demon was born.