Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Kellan and I lingered in the Nine Realms for a while longer.

He reconstructed my physical body.

Initially, he mentioned assisting me in reincarnation and defying fate.

However, I did not wish to start anew. I desired to personally end Matthew's life in this lifetime.

The Immortal Aura of the Nine Realms nurtured me, and Kellan awakened my demonic consciousness. I became the lowest rank demon.

He inquired, "Becoming a demon, scorned by society, are you willing?"

I opened my eyes. The divine sword lay beside me. I grasped it, and the blade hummed.

As the lowest rank demon, I was unworthy of wielding this divine sword. Yet, due to my profound obsession, the divine sword still acknowledged me as its master.

I stated coldly, "What difference does it make, demon or god?"

"Everyone aspires to be a god, but gods regard us as mere ants, insignificant beings."

I gazed up at the sky. "I want to see what gives those gods in the Nine Heavens their arrogance."

Kellan's eyes were pure black, bottomless, and carried an intense gravitational pull.

"Natalie, gods are naturally arrogant."

With a wave of his sleeve, the scene rewound, transforming into a battle between Kellan and Matthew.

"A thousand years ago, just because I was a demon, he sought to kill me."

"Regrettably, his skills were inferior, resorting to treacherous tactics."

Before us, Matthew was thoroughly subdued by Kellan. Even the Skyrend Lance was bent, and he was on the brink of death.

At a critical juncture, a woman in white suddenly emerged, thrusting her sword at Kellan.

The sword emitted a white glow, unmistakably the same divine sword I held.

Kellan was besieged by the two of them, falling into a disadvantage. Ultimately, Matthew sealed him, driving the sword into his chest.

"Unfortunately, even employing such despicable means, they could not kill me, only seal me."

Kellan waved his sleeve once more, and the three figures vanished, reality returning.

He spoke slowly, "That divine sword is called Falling Moon, a sword of the Demon Realm."

"The woman wielding the sword is Rebecca, Matthew's lover in the Divine Realm."

He chuckled softly, the sound resonating from his chest.

"She considers herself noble, looks down on the Demon Realm, yet she stole its sword and claimed it as her own."

"The Falling Moon sword can only be used by someone with deep resentment. All these years, the divine sword has never recognized a master."

He touched my hair. "It seems you are the chosen one."

I raised an eyebrow, caressing the blade of Falling Moon, growing increasingly fond of it.

"In that case, I must train hard to be worthy of this divine sword."