A human dies, a Demon wakes up.
Strong, fast, immortal, naturally talented in magic, capable of picking up languages with ease, what's not to love, right? Wrong. It's hard to enjoy life when nothing causes real enjoyment anymore, and your emotions are dim, distant, and foreign. This can make a man religious.
You know why I am writing this. Everyone does it, so I guess I'll do it too. This story isn't really written in the typical Webnovel fashion. It's a slow-burning fic where I try to capture at least partially the atmosphere of the original, bringing up some other themes, and overall, a lot of dwelling on how magic in the setting works, and the slow progression of magical research. Also, a lot of side adventures.