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Sei was an ordinary 16-year-old boy. And by normal I mean normal. The boy had no special capabilities, he had not even the slightest talent for cultivation or even literature. But that was to be expected at the boy was born into a third-class clan. But he still enjoyed life to the fullest.

However, his life was completely changed when his clan was attacked. Four months after his birthday his clan was attacked. But who it was attacked by shocked everyone even more. It attacked by the owner of his clan.

He had survived the initial raid as he was in the forest getting firewood. However, when he returned to the clan he was devastated. But instead of waiting for his death, he ran. He ran and ran but he could only survive for a week before getting caught. 

And when he was about to die something spectacular happened. He had activated his inheritance [The Heavenly Demon Lord's System]. At first, he was confused as he did not understand but what had happened next horrified him. Just when his life was about to turn around. Another devastating thing happened to him.

The system took over his body making him lose control over his body. However, his consciousness stayed. Being locked away never to be heard by anyone again.

Now although the system was created with the knowledge of everything (besides cultivation techniques). There was one thing it did not know, it did not know that Sei could cultivate even without a body. So he did and cultivated and waited for over 400 years. Until he finally had the chance to regain what was rightfully his.

As the system took over his body it had but one goal in mind and that was to become the world's strongest. And as it did it made countless enemies, it used everyone and anyone as a stepping stone. Everyone from the Orthodox Sect to the Unorthodox Sect and even the Demonic Cult was all but a means to an end. Everyone wanted him dead. But as the system had only one goal it did not care about what it had to do to achieve that goal.

And as the years went on, it gathered more and more enemies to the point that he couldn't even cultivate in peace. It was this year that Sei managed to regain his body. The system had finally achieved reaching the fifth title realm. And as soon as it left secluded cultivation it was attacked by the most powerful cultivators. 

It was at this moment that Sei used his one and only chance to use his body. And pierced a giant hole into his chest. By doing this his body died but it was not the end he had one last trick up his sleeve. It was an ancient art that the system had found but found it useless. However, Sei found it extremely useful.

It was an art that could reverse time depending on the user's cultivation but it could only be used once. And that's exactly what Sei did, he reversed time as the thing possessing his body started to lose power. He was sent to the past and regained all of his memories as well as the system. This time, however, it did not possess his body.


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Author's note
I really enjoy writing this and I hope to make you enjoy reading it. I wouldn't recommend reading this if you're expecting the MC to make friends or become a hero. Let me tell you now it will not be like that. Please do tell me if I can improve the story somehow.

Heavenly Demon Lord's Cultivation System

As the man was questioning the authenticity of Oscar's last name, Oscar spared no hesitation before moving in and attacking the man. He had his dagger in a reverse grip, and once he got within range, he slashed at the man with a diagonal upward attack. The man, at the time, was still stunned at Oscar's last name, so it was easy for the boy to attack the distracted man.


In a cloud of debris and dust, the man backed up as swiftly as he physically could; within seconds, he was 5 metres from his original position. He looked at the blood dripping from his chest. He quickly assessed his current situation. He realised that even if the boy was truly who he said he was, it did not matter as long as he did not fight back; he would die.


He raised his fists and started to regulate his breathing, slowing it down and, while doing so, slowing down his heart rate. As he entered a state of tranquillity and calmness, the blood flowing out of his chest wound slowed down until it came to a near stop as his heart rate slowed down. He evenly spread the distance between his feet, getting ready to attack, counterattack, or defend against any attack. The clanging of swords made a deafening noise that created the perfect setting as the two prepared to face off against each other.


Oscar quickly and masterfully switched his dagger grip and moved in swiftly, with an almost suffocating murderous intent. He swayed from side to side while simulating the fight over and over again in his head; he wanted to win, and quickly at that after all, it would only benefit him if he did, before deciding on an incredibly difficult-to-learn art that was almost impossibly powerful. Unfortunately, because of his body's current state, he could not come even close to being able to exercise the full extent of the art's true power.


His aura seemed to change from that of an animal that was wild and ruthless to one that was cold, cruel, and calculating. He loosened up his muscles. In doing so, his flexibility and swiftness increased. He took a single step, using the entirety of his legs' power. He dug his toes into the floor and pushed off the dent he created in the hall's floor with all his might. He got within an arm's range of the man and flung his arm like a slingshot with his dagger in hand. The boy managed to dig the blade as far as it could go between the man's ribs.


The man, using every instinct within his body and all the luck he had in the universe, had managed to just avoid getting his lungs punctured. However, he did not manage to avoid all possible damage and spat out a mouthful of blood. He used his palm and slammed the boy into the wall of the hall. Oscar was flung quite far and received a fair amount of damage. Even if he had recomposed his body with the poison procedure before, he had not become invincible.


And so he spat out some blood. He gave the man a cold glare and got ready to go in for another attack. He charged at him with the ferocity of a rabid animal. He wrapped his legs around the man's torso. He began to savagely beat and claw at the man's face, tearing his face apart, fracturing his face bones, ripping chunks out of his face, and knocking out several teeth in the process.


He continued his ferocious onslaught of attacks, repeatedly punching and beating his opponent's face. Oscar's once dignified and collected aura had completely disappeared. What was left was now just a monster with the sole task of murdering the opponent in front of him. And as Oscar continued with his attacks, his unchanged and dignified expression began to change and contort into a burst of maniacal laughter.


Chapter 15: A Test Of Strength (1)