SwirlingInk

[NOTICE] 
You have died.

All conditions have been met.

Acquiring, Demon Lord Revival System.

Triggering Revive point.

...

Elijah, a poor orphan whose life was shaped by the cruelty of a world that saw no value in him, fought tirelessly to carve meaning from the depths of his suffering. Yet even his persistent struggle could not spare him from the grip of fate. 

But death was not the final release he sought. Instead, it cast him into a strange, twisted world, one teeming with Umbral kin and ancient human powers. 

Forgotten and feared, Elijah believed that fate had dealt its cruelest blow, but surrender has never been an option for him. 

In a realm where power is survival and ambition invokes ruin, Elijah must embrace the darkness that stirs deep within him or risk being consumed by it.

WARNING #18, But in limited chapters.

My Demon Lord Revival System

Verayth successfully entered the village without being obstructed by any of the satyrs. It was clear they were already expecting her return.

Standing not too far from the village entrance was an old satyr with a long beard that touched the ground. His back was hunched, and he used a walking stick.

The old man was the village elder.

"Please leave out the 'Lady,' Grandpa Gortin. Just Verayth will do."

Elijah almost couldn't hold back his chuckle, his face turning beet red, a phenomenon he didn't think he could even experience.

"A goat-looking dude calling himself Gortin... Bro got to be begging to be messed with."

Verayth raised her left leg and slightly kicked the plank, causing Elijah to grimace in pain. It was almost like she knew what he was thinking at the moment.

Mr. Gortin didn't notice Elijah's movements. Instead, all his focus was on Verayth.

The Demon Recovers.