The Special Body

The system provided me with the coordinates of the Nightcreatures, and without hesitation, I made my way to their location. My blood burned with anticipation—I was always ready to go all out.

As I stood in front of the grotesque creatures, a grin stretched across my face. Their twisted forms snarled at me, their hunger evident in their glowing, hollow eyes. But fear? That was something I had never known.

Without wasting a second, I unleashed my Ashura Martial Arts—a whirlwind of devastating strikes that tore through the creatures with ruthless precision. My movements were fluid, effortless, as if this body had been made for destruction.

I clenched my fists, feeling the raw power coursing through me. This new body isn't bad… it's got potential.

As more Nightcreatures emerged from the shadows, I spread my arms wide, inviting them. My eyes gleamed with excitement as I taunted, "Come on, all of you—entertain me!"

The stronger the willpower, the stronger the body—but Samuel's body was different. Unlike ordinary warriors, my strength grew in direct proportion to my will.

A grin spread across my face as I realized the truth. "Hahaha! Samuel, your body was always special. If only you hadn't given up on your willpower, that bitch would have been on her knees, begging for you!"

With a powerful kick, I sent two Nightcreatures flying at once, their bodies shattering on impact. The battlefield fell silent. No more enemies remained.

I lifted my hand, clenching my fist as I felt the surge of raw power within me. "Samuel's body… it's as if it was made for war. The stronger my will, the greater my strength. There are no limits."

A dangerous smile formed on my lips. This world doesn't even know what's coming.

As I stood amidst the remnants of the Nightcreatures, the System screen flashed before my eyes, displaying a new task.

[New Quest: Defeat the High-Rank Demon]

A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I read it. "Interesting… Even demons are crawling into this story now?"

The more I thought about it, the more my amusement grew. This wasn't just about some mundane revenge anymore. No, this world had something far more exciting to offer.

"System, tell me about this High-Rank Demon."

The screen shifted, displaying new details.

[Target: High-Rank Demon - Morgrath]

Location: Shadowveil Forest

Threat Level: S-Rank

My grin widened. "Shadowveil Forest, huh? Seems like a decent place for a massacre."

The System chimed in.

[Warning: The High-Rank Demon is extremely powerful. Engaging in battle unprepared may lead to death.]

I chuckled, stretching my arms as I felt the raw energy coursing through Samuel's body. "Prepared? I was born ready. This system… it's practically designed to enhance my martial arts. This is perfect."

With that, I turned on my heel, making my way toward the forest. Each step felt lighter, more exhilarating. The thrill of battle always made my blood boil, but this… this was something beyond excitement.

Fighting a High-Rank Demon? Finally, a challenge worth my time.

As I walked into the villa, I was greeted by Abigail standing in the hallway, her arms crossed and her eyes scanning me with suspicion.

"Where were you? And why are you so late?" she asked, her tone laced with something I couldn't quite place—concern? Regret? I almost laughed at the irony.

I met her gaze without hesitation. "I was exercising for a bit longer than usual. Is there something you need?"

Her expression shifted, and for a moment, I saw hesitation in her eyes. Then, she took a deep breath, clearly struggling with something. "You've been acting… different."

I shrugged, not in the mood to entertain her introspection. "I'm planning to find a job," I stated simply, watching as her face twisted in shock. "Since I don't want the public whispering that Ms. Bardot's husband is incompetent."

Her lips parted slightly, disbelief washing over her features. "You—You want to work?" she repeated, as if the concept was absurd.

I chuckled darkly. "Why? Does it surprise you that I don't want to be a househusband anymore? That I refuse to play the role of the pathetic man you paraded around just to humiliate?"

Her hands clenched into fists, but her voice took on a mocking edge. "I already told you, I won't allow it."

I cut her off before she could continue. "Yeah, I get it. You want me to stay your obedient little lapdog while you entertain other men under this roof, right?"

Her breath hitched, her expression unreadable. There was a flicker of something in her eyes—anger? Guilt? Pain? I didn't care.

Taking a step closer, I lowered my voice, my words sharp like a blade. "You remember what I told you, don't you? If you bring another man into this house again, I'll make sure to bring a woman on the same day. Without hesitation."

Her lips trembled, her confidence visibly wavering. "Samuel… I—"

I scoffed, walking past her without another glance. "Save it, Abigail. You made the rules. I'm just playing the game now."

As I disappeared into my room, I could hear her sharp intake of breath. It was the sound of someone finally realizing they had pushed too far.