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6:Demonic Path
With
the
revelation
of
my
dual
cores,
the
choice
before
me
loomed
with
undesirable
weight.
The
demonic
core
enticed
me
with
its
allure,
promising
a
wellspring
of
power
and
the
ability
to
navigate
the
Abyss
without
drawing
undue
attention.
The
abundant
demonic
energy
swirling
within
the
Abyss
would
be
my
ally,
shielding
me
from
prying
eyes
and
granting
me
the
freedom
to
wield
my
essence
without
arousing
suspicion.
The
prospect
of
rapid
strength
gain
and
increased
damage
potential
held
a
certain
appeal,
particularly
in
life-or-death
situations.
However,
the
need
for
mental
fortitude
to
harness
the
potent
demonic
energy
gave
me
pause.
I
had
yet
to
fully
develop
my
mental
resilience,
and
delving
too
deeply
into
the
demonic
core
could
potentially
unleash
forces
beyond
my
control.
On
the
other
hand,
the
angelic
core
beckoned
with
its
own
set
of
advantages.
Its
presence
would
be
a
boon
in
combating
the
demons
that
roamed
the
Abyss,
allowing
me
to
inflict
more
harm
upon
them.
The
accelerated
natural
recovery
and
cleansing
properties
of
angelic
essence
offered
the
promise
of
a
revitalized
body,
while
the
doubled
natural
essence
would
fuel
my
growth.
However,
the
lack
of
abundant
natural
essence
in
the
Abyss
and
the
limitations
on
sudden
power
surges
gave
me
pause.
Furthermore,
the
risk
of
being
discovered
and
subjected
to
unwanted
experimentation
loomed
large,
casting
a
shadow
of
uncertainty
over
the
potential
benefits.
As
I
weighed
the
options,
my
mind
became
a
battlefield
of
conflicting
desires
and
aspirations.
I
sought
power,
growth,
and
survival,
but
I
also
yearned
for
balance,
harmony,
and
the
ability
to
navigate
the
intricacies
of
this
world
without
becoming
a
mere
pawn
in
its
machinations.
Finally,
after
much
contemplation,
I
came
to
a
decision.
I
would
choose
the
Demonic
core.
With
a
resolute
heart,
I
chose
the
Demonic
core,
drawn
to
the
allure
of
its
power
and
the
advantages
it
offered
in
the
treacherous
Abyss.
While
the
lack
of
mental
strength
posed
a
challenge,
I
believed
that
with
time
and
experience,
I
could
develop
the
resilience
necessary
to
harness
the
potent
demonic
energy.
As
I
communicated
my
decision
to
the
System,
it
responded
with
a
mixture
of
approval
and
caution.
"Ah,
the
path
of
the
Demonic
core.
A
bold
choice,
indeed,"
the
System
remarked.
"With
this
decision,
you
shall
tap
into
the
wellspring
of
demonic
energy
that
permeates
the
Abyss.
But
remember,
Ezrial,
power
comes
with
a
price.
It
is
essential
to
maintain
control
over
the
immense
energy
you
wield."
The
System's
words
resonated
within
me,
reminding
me
of
the
responsibility
that
came
with
my
newfound
power.
It
cautioned
me
against
reckless
actions
that
could
lead
to
my
own
downfall.
With
this
guidance
in
mind,
I
embarked
on
a
journey
to
understand
and
cultivate
my
connection
to
the
Demonic
core.
Days
turned
into
weeks,
which
stretched
into
agonizing
months,
as
I
delved
deep
into
the
treacherous
recesses
of
my
being,
relentlessly
exploring
the
intricate
and
perilous
pathways
that
intertwined
with
the
malevolent
essence.
The
process
was
not
for
the
faint
of
heart,
as
it
demanded
unwavering
dedication
and
unwavering
focus.
Under
the
watchful,
unyielding
eye
of
the
System,
I
engaged
in
grueling
and
monotonous
meditation
sessions,
enduring
hours
upon
hours
of
mental
and
physical
strain.
Expelling
black
sticky
liquids
that
made
the
surroundings
and
my
clothes
smell
so
bad,
things
I
hunted
for
food
would
smell
me
from
miles
away.
But
the
relentless
pursuit
of
mastery
required
me
to
sacrifice
sleep
and
leisure,
as
I
toiled
day
and
night,
pushing
the
boundaries
of
my
endurance
to
the
brink.
The
System,
ever
vigilant
and
exacting,
provided
guidance
that
was
as
cryptic
as
it
was
demanding.
It
taught
me
the
nuances
of
manipulating
the
wicked
and
volatile
demonic
energy,
forcing
me
to
recalibrate
my
entire
understanding
of
control
and
discipline.
Each
step
forward
was
an
arduous
battle,
as
I
fought
against
the
chaotic
currents
of
the
Abyss
that
threatened
to
consume
me.
With
each
passing
moment,
my
progress
was
measured
in
minuscule
increments,
a
painstakingly
slow
crawl
towards
proficiency.
The
demonic
energy,
capricious
and
unpredictable,
resisted
my
attempts
at
taming
it,
lashing
out
with
unruly
bursts
of
power
that
threatened
to
tear
me
asunder.
Yet,
with
unyielding
determination,
I
pressed
on,
refusing
to
succumb
to
the
despair
that
gnawed
at
the
edges
of
my
consciousness.
As
the
weeks
bled
into
months,
my
body
and
mind
were
pushed
to
their
limits.
Physical
exhaustion
and
mental
fatigue
became
constant
companions,
shadowing
my
every
waking
moment.
Yet,
I
persevered,
drawing
strength
from
the
depths
of
my
soul,
fueled
by
an
unwavering
desire
to
master
the
demonic
energy
that
coursed
through
my
veins.
Finally,
after
what
felt
like
an
eternity
of
relentless
struggle,
a
glimmer
of
progress
emerged.
My
control
over
the
demonic
essence
became
less
erratic,
more
refined.
I
could
channel
its
power
with
greater
precision,
harnessing
it
to
augment
my
physical
prowess,
honing
my
combat
skills,
and
skulking
through
the
treacherous
Abyss
with
an
eerie
grace.
And
with
a
sudden
surprise,
the
System
grants
me
yet
another
azure
window.
System
notification..........................................................................................................
Demon
Core
Level
manifestation
(Lesser
Grade--------------->
Mid-1st
Grade
Demonic
Core)
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Name:
Ezrial
Morningstar
Lvl:
1(55/100)
height:
5'9
weigth:167Lbs
Present
Age:17
Job:
None
Fatigue:
58
Titles:
Dream
walker
Health
Condition:
Okay
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Strength:
13
(Avg
Lesser
demon:
15)
Agility:
7
(Avg
LD:
10)
Sense:
6
(Avg
LD:
10)
Energy
points
(EP):
15
(Avg
LD:
10)
Intelligence:
17
(Avg
LD:
9)
Skills:
Low-Grade
Herb
knowledge
School:
None
/Affiliations:
None
System
Points
(SP)
Available:
3
Cores-
Demonic:
Active
(Mid
1st
grade)
/
Angelic:
Dormant
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With
a
pleasant
surprise
I
asked
the
System
why
did
my
core
undergo
an
upgrade?
She
says
"because
instead
of
your
internal
essence
being
like
a
light
mist
it
has
turned
into
a
fog
like
substance
because
of
your
constant
training
of
moving
the
essence
around
your
body"
and
with
my
help
of
course
haha,
then
I
asked
what
is
the
core
rankings
like?
instead
of
answering
she
shows
me
holographic
windows
with
the
details.
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Core
Ranking
list
- Lesser Core- Core that any being is born with lowest grade for every core, shaped like mist not dense enough to see in the core
- Mid 1st Grade- upgrade of Lesser core but with higher understanding of your essence and more practice its like a mist
- and then there is Mid 2nd, Mid 3rd, High 1st, high 2nd, high 3rd grade and 2 more major realms but you're still on the low of the low
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As
she
talked
it
did
feel
like
the
abundant
demonic
energy,
once
a
tempestuous
maelstrom
threatening
to
consume
me,
now
became
my
ally.
It
wrapped
around
me
and
fluctuated
yet
to
be
fully
restrained,
but
it
was
a
nice
feeling
knowing
that
a
portion
of
my
hard
work
paid
off.
System
notification...........................................................................................................................
Quest
Assigned
- Condense aura into forearm blades
Reward
- Skill Demonic Soulblade
Description-
Creates
a
demonic
energy
blade
out
of
both
forearms
can
shorten
and
lengthen
at
will
using
more
Demonic
essence
depending
on
size
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Eager
to
witness
the
manifestation
of
soulblades
from
my
forearms,
I
attempted
to
evoke
their
presence
with
a
surge
of
anticipation.
Yet,
all
that
greeted
my
efforts
were
thwarted
because
of
my
misuse
of
my
own
essence.
With
a
gentle
tone,
the
System
acknowledged
that
my
approach
held
merit
but
pointed
out
the
flaw
in
my
execution.
Instead
of
relying
solely
on
external
energy,
it
emphasized
the
importance
of
utilizing
my
own
refined
essence.
Drawing
a
parallel
to
the
process
I
had
previously
experienced
with
the
lilac,
the
System
advised
me
to
draw
upon
the
essence
within
my
core
and
direct
it
through
the
intricate
pathways
within
my
body.
By
steadily
releasing
this
essence,
I
could
shape
it
to
my
will
and
manifest
the
soulblades
that
I
sought.
The
System
encouraged
me
to
visualize
the
essence
flowing
from
my
core,
coursing
through
the
essence
pathways
that
intricately
connected
every
part
of
my
being.
It
explained
that
by
channeling
this
refined
essence
with
focus
and
control,
I
could
gradually
mold
it
into
the
desired
form,
ultimately
materializing
the
soulblades
I
yearned
for.
With
renewed
determination
and
the
guidance
of
the
System,
I
set
out
to
refine
my
approach.
Patiently,
I
immersed
myself
in
the
practice
of
drawing
upon
my
core
essence
and
directing
it
through
the
essence
pathways
within
my
body.
I
visualized
the
energy
flowing
steadily,
like
a
serene
river,
reaching
my
forearms
and
coalescing
into
the
ethereal
shape
of
soulblades.
Under
the
watchful
eye
of
the
System,
I
persisted
in
my
efforts,
allowing
the
essence
to
flow
with
increasing
clarity
and
precision.
Slowly
but
surely,
my
understanding
deepened,
and
my
control
over
the
essence
strengthened.
Through
repetition
and
unwavering
focus,
I
began
to
witness
the
gradual
transformation
of
my
feeble
vibrations
into
something
more
substantial—a
glimmer
of
the
soulblades
I
had
longed
to
manifest.
With
each
practice
session,
my
technique
improved,
honing
my
ability
to
channel
and
shape
my
refined
essence.
The
System's
guidance
proved
invaluable,
providing
me
with
feedback,
corrections,
and
encouragement
every
step
of
the
way.
It
was
a
journey
of
learning,
with
the
System
acting
as
both
mentor
and
guide,
imparting
knowledge
and
nurturing
my
growth.
As
time
went
on,
the
small
dark
vibrations
gradually
gave
way
to
the
emergence
of
fully
formed
soulblades,
ethereal
extensions
of
my
being.
The
process,
though
challenging,
became
a
testament
to
the
power
of
dedication
and
the
guidance
of
a
patient
teacher.
System
notification...........................................................................................................................
Quest
complete-[Creation
of
Soulblades]
Rewards
- [Skill Demonic Soulblades Lvl:1 ]
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Overflowing
with
excitement
and
exhilaration,
I
propelled
the
essence
from
within
my
being,
marveling
at
the
wondrous
transformation
that
unfolded
before
my
eyes.
With
each
repetition,
my
enthusiasm
grew,
fueling
my
determination
to
refine
my
newfound
ability.
The
soulblades
emerged
in
a
spectacular
display,
captivating
my
senses
and
igniting
a
sense
of
infatuation
within
me.
As
I
honed
my
control
over
the
essence,
I
reveled
in
the
sheer
versatility
of
the
soulblades.
Their
length
varied,
shifting
effortlessly
from
the
compact
size
of
daggers
to
the
grandeur
of
broadswords
wielded
by
noble
knights.
Oh,
how
they
gleamed
with
a
mesmerizing
allure,
reflecting
my
own
unyielding
spirit.
The
blades,
resembling
the
curve
of
a
scythe,
danced
with
a
grace
that
belied
my
initial
clumsiness.
With
each
movement,
they
took
on
a
life
of
their
own,
resembling
serpents
poised
to
strike,
their
lethal
nature
evident
to
anyone
who
dared
face
them.
It
was
a
sight
that
evoked
both
awe
and
trepidation,
for
these
twin
vipers
commanded
attention
and
instilled
fear
in
the
hearts
of
any
who
beheld
them.
In
the
midst
of
this
exhilarating
display,
I
couldn't
help
but
imagine
the
impact
these
formidable
soulblades
would
have
on
the
battlefield.
Their
fluid
motions
and
deadly
precision
promised
a
force
to
be
reckoned
with,
capable
of
turning
the
tide
of
any
confrontation.
I
relished
the
thought
of
wielding
these
ethereal
weapons,
their
power
an
extension
of
my
very
essence.
Enthusiasm
surged
through
my
veins,
invigorating
every
fiber
of
my
being.
The
System's
guidance,
coupled
with
my
own
unwavering
determination,
had
brought
me
to
this
moment
of
triumph.
The
manifestation
of
these
soulblades
ignited
a
spark
within
me,
fueling
a
hunger
to
explore
the
depths
of
my
newfound
abilities
and
unlock
even
greater
potential.
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A
mere
meter
away,
a
humble
merchant
group
moved
blissfully
along
their
path,
ignorant
of
the
imminent
danger
that
lurked
ahead.
Unbeknownst
to
them,
a
malevolent
horde
of
Lesser
demons
lay
in
ambush,
their
malicious
intent
palpable
in
the
air.
In
a
split
second,
the
demons
sprang
forth
from
their
hiding
places,
surrounding
the
unsuspecting
merchants
with
their
menacing
presence.
Panic
and
chaos
ensued
as
the
merchant
group
found
themselves
thrust
into
a
nightmarish
confrontation
they
were
ill-prepared
to
face.
With
a
limited
number
of
essence
users
among
them,
the
odds
were
grim.
For
every
five
individuals,
only
one
possessed
the
ability
to
harness
their
core
essence.
In
the
face
of
this
onslaught,
a
meager
four
essence
users
stood
as
the
group's
last
line
of
defense
against
the
seven
ravenous
and
deranged
Lesser
core
demons.
The
non-essence
users,
ordinary
individuals
with
no
combat
training,
were
thrown
into
a
state
of
sheer
terror.
Their
desperate
cries
filled
the
air
as
they
frantically
scurried
about,
desperately
seeking
anything
they
could
find
to
fend
off
the
three
charging
demons
that
threatened
their
very
lives.
The
scene
was
one
of
pandemonium,
as
the
merchants
grasped
for
makeshift
weapons
and
shields,
their
trembling
hands
clutching
anything
that
could
provide
even
a
glimmer
of
protection.
Amidst
the
chaos,
the
agonized
screams
of
the
innocent
mingled
with
the
bloodthirsty
growls
of
the
demons.
It
was
a
clash
between
untrained
civilians
and
frenzied
monsters,
a
deadly
dance
on
the
precipice
of
life
and
death.
Fear
gripped
the
hearts
of
those
caught
in
the
maelstrom,
their
survival
instincts
pushed
to
their
limits
as
they
fought
for
their
very
existence.
Each
passing
moment
brought
heightened
peril
and
the
stark
realization
that
the
odds
were
overwhelmingly
against
the
merchant
group.
The
demons,
driven
by
unhinged
fury,
displayed
a
merciless
brutality
that
knew
no
bounds.
Their
clawed
hands
and
gnashing
teeth
threatened
to
tear
through
flesh
and
bone,
leaving
a
trail
of
devastation
in
their
wake.
In
this
harrowing
battle,
the
merchant
group's
lack
of
combat
experience
became
painfully
apparent.
Their
cries
of
despair
and
anguish
echoed
through
the
air,
mingling
with
the
sounds
of
clashes
and
the
agonized
cries
of
the
wounded.
It
was
a
grim
tableau
of
desperate
survival,
as
the
innocent
souls
fought
tooth
and
nail,
their
lives
hanging
by
a
thread.
In
the
midst
of
this
cauldron
of
danger,
the
outcome
remained
uncertain.
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Back
at
Ezrial's
training
spot,
distant
screams
clawed
their
way
into
his
ears,
echoing
through
the
depths
of
his
soul.
With
a
feral
snarl,
he
abandoned
his
current
task,
surrendering
to
the
pulsating
surge
of
infernal
energy
coursing
through
his
veins.
The
relentless
training
had
left
him
drained,
but
his
hunger
for
justice
surpassed
all
physical
limitations.
Bolting
forward
with
an
otherworldly
swiftness,
Ezrial
propelled
himself
through
the
night.
The
very
essence
of
his
being
resonated
with
the
dark
power
he
had
cultivated,
granting
him
a
semblance
of
demonic
strength.
He
closed
the
distance,
his
heart
pounding
in
time
with
the
macabre
symphony
of
suffering
that
filled
the
air.
Coming
to
an
abrupt
halt
just
short
of
the
embattled
group,
Ezrial
surveyed
the
scene,
wondering
whether
to
help
or
not.
Because
he
had
upgraded
his
core,
he
could
tell
that
only
a
few
beings
in
front
of
him
had
essence,
and
they
were
of
lesser
quality.
If
they
fought
it
out,
he
could
finally
have
some
semblance
of
wealth
when
they
inevitably
killed
each
other.
But
as
Ezrial
surveyed
the
scene
with
eyes
that
were
calm
like
the
ocean's
surface,
suddenly
twisted
to
hatred
and
fury,
fueling
what
would
be
a
partial
demonic
transformation
that
swept
over
his
countenance.
His
visage
became
a
twisted
mask,
a
reflection
of
the
malevolence
that
seethed
within
the
depths
of
his
soul.
The
demons
that
ravaged
his
home,
their
appearance
mirroring
the
horrors
etched
into
his
nightmares,
now
reveled
in
their
sadistic
assault
on
the
hapless
merchant
group.
A
maddening
cacophony
of
demonic
laughter
echoed
in
his
ears,
stoking
the
flames
of
his
wrath
to
infernal
heights.
The
injustice
of
it
all
ignited
a
demonic
blaze
within
him,
an
all-consuming
rage
that
threatened
to
consume
the
very
fabric
of
his
being.
Every
fiber
of
his
being
screamed
for
vengeance,
for
retribution
against
those
who
dared
to
prey
upon
the
innocent.
Ezrial's
once-human
eyes
took
on
an
unholy
glow,
infused
with
the
malefic
power
that
now
surged
through
his
veins.
He
became
a
vessel
of
wrath,
an
avatar
of
the
abyss,
prepared
to
unleash
the
darkest
forces
upon
those
who
had
invoked
his
demonic
ire.
In
that
moment,
the
world
around
him
shifted.
Shadows
writhed
and
twisted,
intertwining
with
his
very
essence.
His
form
seemed
to
elongate,
as
if
infused
with
the
essence
of
the
underworld
itself.
Black
tendrils
snaked
from
his
fingertips,
forming
the
skill
"Soulblades,"
a
manifestation
of
serpent
power
that
coursed
through
his
veins.
Darkness
clung
to
Ezrial's
every
movement,
imbuing
his
attacks
with
an
unholy
ferocity.
The
air
crackled
with
dark
essence,
resembling
shadows—a
tempest
of
malevolence
that
consumed
all
in
its
path.
The
demons,
their
demonic
forms
now
twisted
and
malformed
in
the
wake
of
Ezrial's
wrath,
cowered
beneath
the
weight
of
his
vengeance.
They
had
unleashed
a
primordial
force,
an
infernal
storm
that
would
rend
their
existence
to
tatters,
leaving
nothing
but
eternal
damnation
in
its
wake.
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