◎You can never destroy my free will◎
The moment the starlight poured in, his memory had not yet returned, and the overwhelming despair almost crushed Warren.
He fell backward uncontrollably, and amidst the mixed emotions of fear, sadness, fatigue and hopelessness, his first reaction was to be thankful that he had sat down on the chair in advance.
If he was standing now, he would have fallen to the ground in a very embarrassing manner.
Taking a deep breath, Warren closed his eyes tightly, and sank his thoughts deep into his soul, slowly feeling the fusion of his soul with that part of the system.
Startled by Warren's sudden action, the system failed to destroy that part of the memory. It only had time to weave the memory into a thin cocoon, trying to separate it from his soul, and slowly poured it into his mind in a step-by-step manner.
Five years ago. The Rebellion.
When the Blood Wolf Chieftain used an unexpected sword to disperse the magic power of the former Demon King, Warren seized the opportunity and launched his final counterattack from inside the mental cage in the former Demon King's mind.
Amid the former Demon King's incredulous roar, Warren took control of the former Demon King's body, deprived him of all his magic power, quickly molded a new body for himself, then turned around and chopped off the head of the Blood Wolf Chief who tried to kill him.
Knowing well that the former Demon King would hardly pose much of a threat to him even if he were alive, Warren still cut off a part of his soul without hesitation. As if he could not feel the pain of soul tearing, he used this part of his soul to weave a dense magic net, trapping all the remaining soul fragments of the former Demon King.
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He did not immediately go to the Demon King's Palace to hold the Demon King's coronation ceremony, nor did he even sigh for a moment for his finally restored freedom. Instead, he rushed straight to the sky above the Demon Realm, following the loophole in the world's consciousness that the previous Demon King had used to capture him across the world, trying to return to Earth and return to the original correct timeline.
But his connection with the Demon Realm is too deep.
He has practiced curse magic, is proficient in soul magic, and even has a part of his soul entangled with the previous demon king.
The children born on Earth are no longer accepted by the world consciousness of the Earth. Instead, they are rejected as invading outsiders. After wandering outside the world for a few circles, Warren realized that he would never have the possibility of returning to Earth in this lifetime.
Warren wanted to end it all there, and go to destruction with the filthy soul of the former demon king. When he turned to leave, the world consciousness of the earth suddenly touched him.
The gentle mother gave her wandering children the final gift.
A box of chocolates that you can never finish.
Taking the box of chocolates back to the Demon Realm, Warren stuffed the separated part of his soul into the Demon King's Crown, collected all the treasures of the previous Demon King, designed the card system and the first few cards, carefully changed the quality of the chocolate to the highest level SSR, and then erased all his memories.
This will be a new beginning, Warren thought. Perhaps if he could accept the Demon Realm again with a new and free identity, he might have a different life.
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Six years ago. Demonic feast.
Nearly a hundred years had passed since the failed escape attempt, and Warren had finally recovered, and his previously bruised and battered soul had regained its strength. He was still imprisoned in the mental cage deep in his mind by the Demon King, but he was able to carefully observe the outside world through the Demon King's memories.
He saw the Liches coming to pay homage to the Demon King, with servile and fawning manners, and he assured the Demon King that the Liches, as one of the four major tribes in the Demon Realm, would always be his left and right arms.
Warren calmly ignored the Lich Tribe and didn't even bother looking for the trace of the Lich Leader Pikachu. Instead, he paid attention to the young leader of the Blood Wolf Tribe who was spoiled to the point of not knowing his own limitations.
As long as a little bit of trickery is used, the Blood Wolf Clan will definitely break with the Demon King.
Warren was thinking this, but before he could do anything, he saw a smart and bold nightmare demon taking action, successfully instigating the Demon King's dissatisfaction with the young patriarch of the Blood Wolf Clan.
Although he thought that the Demon King's intelligence should not be able to discover the Nightmare Demon's methods, Warren still risked being discovered and secretly made some harmless modifications to the Demon King's memory to ensure the safety of the Nightmare Demon.
This was not to protect the Nightmare Demon, Warren told himself, it was just a training in the use of soul magic.
…
One hundred years ago, the Demon King's Palace.
Under the burning of the Blue Fire Soul Lamp, it was actually difficult for Warren to calculate the exact time. He could only infer the current year and month by the number of times the Demon King appeared before him.
Fortunately, although this torture lasted for hundreds of years, he was not unprepared. The successful escape at that time allowed him to secretly hide many of the dragon's treasures and leave secret hands around the Demon King's Palace.
However, if he wants to avoid the eyes and ears of the Demon King, he must find a suitable demon and temporarily reside in that demon's body, giving him enough time and strength to remove the magic mark left by the Demon King on his soul.
Eight hundred years ago, he had gone to great lengths to hide his relationship with the Lich Chieftain Pikachu. Even when his soul was torn apart by the former Demon King to look for memory fragments, he had always kept this memory strictly guarded, just to wait for this opportunity to escape from the Demon Realm forever.
He had already agreed with Pikachu on this day. He had also caught a glimpse of the lich at the Demon Feast not long ago. Warren had enough confidence in this and had prepared several ways to help Pikachu hide his identity and prevent the Demon King from taking his anger out on the lich.
After being burned countless times, he was able to resist the erosion of the Blue Fire Soul Lamp, but he still forced himself to endure the seemingly endless pain, so that the Demon King would relax his vigilance against him and continue to study how to use him to break through the barrier of the Demon Realm, something that had made no progress in the past thousand years.
The process of leaving the Demon King's Palace went almost as smoothly as expected.
But the Lich Chief Pikachu was not waiting at the agreed place as he had imagined.
Was there an accident? Warren wondered anxiously.
He actually had another plan to escape, but he couldn't help but linger at the agreed location for a while longer. He hoped to see Pikachu, but he was greeted by Feko, the hunting captain of the Lich Clan.
His magic ability was not that strong. Feko could not see Warren, who was in spirit form and had cast double invisibility magic on himself. He just muttered to himself: "Is this the place Pikachu is talking about?"
In the moment when Warren was stunned, Feko had already used his magic to report the location here to the Demon King.
"A powerful king like you will certainly not allow any prisoner to escape," he said flatteringly, bending very low, "but our clan leader heard that a prisoner seemed to want to meet other demons here and leave, so he sent me to explain the situation to you."
"My Lord, Chief Pikachu sent me to express the Lich Tribe's most sincere loyalty to you."
The devil smiled nonchalantly, raised his hand, and grasped the soul that was trying to escape in his palm again.
"You are good," he said, "I have seen the loyalty of the lich clan."
Warren closed his eyes tightly, his soul was almost twisted into a piece of thin paper by the powerful magic of the Demon King, but he felt almost no pain. He just clearly heard the sound of something breaking deep in his heart.
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Seven hundred and fifty years ago, the Demon King's Palace.
"Do you know what this is?" The devil played with a blue magic lamp, poked the dying translucent soul with his fingertips, and said mockingly, "Don't play dead, this level of injury can't kill you."
Warren opened his eyes.
His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were still filled with burning anger, as bright as a torch. Even though he was imprisoned, his soul was wantonly humiliated, and he finally escaped and was easily caught again, he did not give up the idea of resistance, and still had that arrogance of never giving up.
"This thing is called the Blue Fire Soul Lamp," the devil did not comment on his attitude, and continued leisurely, "The soul imprisoned in this lamp will be burned by the magic flame day and night - but you can rest assured that although this magic flame can directly burn the soul, your soul is still very important to me - your soul will not be irreversibly damaged, but the pain will be doubled. Well, it will be like cutting out the heart with a rusty and blunt knife? You have experienced this kind of pain before, don't worry, now it will just prolong the pain forever."
Warren pursed his lips tightly, his expression expressionless.
He knew that his resistance was meaningless, and the fear he revealed would only make the Demon King even happier. So he simply turned himself into a lifeless clockwork puppet and stopped thinking about what the Demon King said.
"Oh, and," the devil added slowly, "guess who made this lamp?"
Warren's expression finally changed.
He didn't say anything, but his soul became more transparent.
"Perhaps I was wrong before. It is indeed interesting to break a person's will. It is more worth savoring than the meaningless crying when the clan was exterminated." The devil raised his lips. "When you saved the Dark Iron Dwarves, did you ever think that they would eventually work for me and forge magic weapons to torture you?"
"It's not their fault."
Warren spoke, his breath was weak but his tone was firm.
"You are a cruel and stupid--"
Before he could finish his words, the Demon King threw him into the Blue Fire Soul Lamp. The words he was about to say suddenly turned into a cry filled with pain.
The devil looked at the soul struggling in pain in the lamp with joy.
"When will you realize that any kindness is meaningless?" The devil said softly, reaching out to increase the intensity of the flame of the blue fire soul lamp, "Only power is the eternal truth."
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Seven hundred and ninety-nine years ago, the lava swamp.
The waves of pain from the soul brand indicated that the devil was about to find his hiding place, and Warren realized that it would be difficult for him to hide any longer.
In fact, it's not that Warren has no way to remove the soul imprint, but the methods he currently knows all require cutting off a part of his soul, and at this point he is not proficient in soul magic, so he is not sure whether this cutting will go wrong.
More importantly, he was unwilling to simply escape from the Demon King's control and wander around in the Demon Realm forever. He hoped to find the loophole in the rules that the Demon King used to capture him, which led to the Earth, so that he could return to his previous life after getting rid of the soul mark - and this could only be achieved by getting close to the Demon King.
By this time, he had already arranged everything, and agreed with Pikachu to meet in seven hundred years. He left their hiding place calmly, knowing that Pikachu would return to the Lich Clan, and he himself stayed away from here as much as possible to prevent the Demon King from noticing what happened to Pikachu.
Walking in the lava swamp, the pain of the soul brand became more and more intense. Warren had to grit his teeth to barely restrain the urge to turn around and run.
He took a deep breath, clasped his fingertips into his palms, almost squeezing out blood, and nimbly bypassed the extremely dangerous deep magma area, wondering where he should wait to be captured by the Demon King.
A sharp cry rang in his ears.
For a moment, Warren even thought that the sound came from himself. He couldn't help but shudder and bit his lower lip hard, forcibly pulling himself out of the purgatory-like memories brought by the Demon King. He carefully flew into the air and looked at the group of demons on the shore of the lava lake not far away.
As their land was buried by a collapsed mountain, the Dark Iron Dwarves were looking for a new place to live. They had no choice but to cross the lava swamp, but they were unlucky enough to encounter a powerful fire snake.
Dozens of Dark Iron Dwarves huddled together in fear, and were about to be forced by the Fire Serpents to jump into the lava and burn to dust, or be swallowed by the Fire Serpents.
Warren looked away indifferently.
He already had enough things to worry about, and had no interest in being the savior of a group of weak demons.
"Take the cub and run!" a Dark Iron Dwarf yelled, his hoarse voice faintly revealing tears, but his actions were faster and more decisive than ever before, "I'll hold this snake!"
More Dark Iron dwarves stepped forward.
Their strength was far inferior to that of the undulating fire snake, but they did not retreat. Instead, they threw themselves on the fire snake's tail and endured the flaming high temperature. Even though their arms had been burnt black, they were still unwilling to take a step back.
Under their protection, the two cubs staggered away, but couldn't help looking back, and they slipped and fell into the lava lake.
The Dark Iron dwarves looked in despair at the cubs about to be swallowed by the magma.
A black shadow flashed by.
Since he was still in soul form, Warren casually found a black robe to cover himself, with half of his face hidden under the hood. He did not look like a good guy.
But he held the Dark Iron Dwarf cubs firmly with both hands, placed them on the ground, and then with a wave of his fingers, he chopped off the head of the fire snake.
The Dark Iron Dwarves were all stunned for a moment, and when they saw the frightened cub running back to the arms of their tribesmen, they all shed tears: "Thank you for your help. The Dark Iron Dwarves are willing to offer you their most sincere blessings."
The cub's tail felt fluffy when he stroked it just now. Warren smiled slightly and said, "You are called Dark Iron Dwarves? Your tails are all in the shape of hammers, which makes them suitable for forging."
The Dark Iron Dwarf Chief shook his head nervously: "We are too weak to come into contact with magma or other flames. It is impossible to forge it."
Warren blinked.
He actually did not have any plans at this time, but the name of Dark Iron Dwarves reminded him of the dwarves in the Western fantasy games he had played on Earth. He raised his right hand and used magic power to write the word "fire" in the air.
The "fire" magic rune shook and turned into a cluster of flames. It rubbed Warren's fingers lively and then flew in front of the Dark Iron Dwarf Chief.
"Meeting is destiny. I'll give you this rune," he said. Amid the Dark Iron Dwarves' ecstatic thanks, he waved his hand casually. "Maybe we'll meet again someday."
As he said this, he really liked the feel of the Dark Iron Dwarf cub and couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it again. However, before he could do anything, his movements suddenly froze and the Demon King's sneer rang in his ears.
"I thought you would be so scared that you would hide and tremble at the edge of the demon realm, but I didn't expect you to be brave enough to do something righteous here?" He said playfully, "It seems that I left a good impression on you. You are even willing to save other demons."
Warren turned pale.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and without paying attention to the concerned inquiries of the Dark Iron Dwarves, he murmured "Demon King" and quickly disappeared from the spot, ready to face the most terrifying nightmare of his life.
The Dark Iron Dwarves stood where they were, not yet recovering from the great sorrow and joy they had just experienced.
They looked at each other in bewilderment. After a while, a Dark Iron Dwarf said weakly, "The one who saved me was the Demon King, right? Is he working under the Demon King?"
The Dark Iron Dwarf Chief thought about it and felt that this must be what the life-saving demon meant. He nodded heavily and said, "We must study forging hard and wait until we have mastered the art of forging before heading to the Demon King's Palace."
Everyone responded in unison.
They will definitely be able to forge the most powerful magic weapon and will never let down the life-saving demon who helped them!
…
Eight hundred years ago, a stupid night dragon came to the Demon King's palace to demand tribute.
The devil was furious and fought with the dark night dragon.
In Warren's opinion, the Demon King was much stronger than the Dragon. The problem was that the Demon King had long been accustomed to a crushing style of fighting and never used his brain during a battle, while the Dragon's racial ability determined that he had thick skin and flesh and was particularly resistant to blows. So a battle that should have ended quickly lasted for two full days. The Demon King's Palace was affected by the battle and became a ruin, with countless demons killed and wounded.
As the soul from another world that the devil had worked so hard to obtain and whose secrets had not yet been uncovered, Warren was imprisoned in the soul cage in his mind and did not suffer any damage. When the devil was seriously injured by the dragon's counterattack, Warren realized that his chance had come.
The soul magic that he had secretly learned before, and the curse magic that he had obtained by swallowing the magic weapon called the Origin of Curse at the risk of immediate death and excruciating pain, all burst out in an instant, successfully breaking a bowl-sized hole in the soul cage of the Demon King.
Taking advantage of the fact that the devil was unable to split himself, Warren crawled out from the gap and landed in the magnificent dragon's nest.
All the dragon scales accumulated by the magic dragon during the scale-changing period of ten thousand years are here, and they contain vast and enormous magical power.
Warren's eyes lit up.
This was the only chance Warren had to escape in the past two hundred years. He did not even bother to measure the endurance of his soul. He was like a person who had been hungry for dozens of days and finally saw a delicious hamburger. He absorbed the magic power like crazy and, by the way, moved all the precious magic weapons in the dragon's nest bit by bit and hid them where neither the dragon nor the devil could find them.
By the time the devil drove away the Dark Night Dragon and finally discovered that the soul he had imprisoned had escaped, Warren had already left the dragon's nest.
"Hello! Hello? Are you okay?"
Awakened by the shaking sensation in his body, Warren opened his eyes and saw a burly lich shaking his shoulders vigorously.
He leaned back reflexively, his heart filled with panic that suddenly exploded. The surging magic power directly knocked the lich over, and it quickly turned into black mist, thus avoiding the fate of falling into the mud.
"Disgusting demon!" Warren said sharply, "Stay away from me!"
The lich shrank his neck a little aggrieved.
"Am I not good-looking?" He reached out and touched his face. "But I am known as the most handsome little lich in my tribe! There must be something wrong with your aesthetic taste!"
Warren said nothing, staring at him vigilantly, his fingers subconsciously grasping the ground, trying to find a tool to assist in the battle.
"Well, don't be like this. We are all demons who have fallen into the cracks of the abyss and can't climb out. Why should we kill each other?" The lich raised his hands to indicate that he had no intention of attacking and obviously didn't want to fight with Warren. "How about this, if you really think I'm ugly, I'll cover my face with mud? We're all going to die in a few days anyway."
Warren remained silent, staring at the smiling lich, his shoulders relaxing slightly without anyone noticing.
"What's your name? My name is, uh," the lich paused and sighed, "Well, I don't have a name now. The lich tribe has expelled me. Really, liches are obviously very weak, but they have to fight for the leader, affecting an innocent cub like me!"
After looking him over for a few times, Warren finally spoke: "Cub?"
The lich said confidently: "It was a cub a hundred years ago, so why can't it be called a cub now? Liches have a long lifespan!"
Warren's mouth twitched slightly.
After he was captured by the Demon King and brought to the Demon Realm, he had been trapped in a soul cage. Occasionally, the Demon King took him out and fiddled with him like a toy, studying how he could open the barrier at the edge of the Demon Realm. Apart from the familiars that he could occasionally see in the Demon King's field of vision, he had never come into contact with other demons.
This was the first time he knew that the demons were all long-lived and could live for thousands of years - but even so, it was a bit shameless for a lich over a hundred years old to call himself a cub.
As he thought about this, his expression relaxed a lot. He loosened his fingers that were tightly gripping the sharp stones on the ground and cleared his throat: "Where did you say this place is?"
"Abyssal rift. The demons who fell into this place have never been able to return to the ground." The lich shrugged. "How did you fall in? Did you slip?"
Warren blinked.
In fact, the real situation was not much different from slipping. Because he absorbed a lot of magic power in a short period of time and escaped in a hurry, he fainted halfway. I think he accidentally fell here when he fainted.
Seeing the lich's curious look, he said vaguely, "There are demons trying to capture me."
"Oh, no wonder you look so startled," the lich clapped his hands suddenly, then shook his tail and comforted him with a smile, "Don't worry, this is the Abyss Crack. Even the leader of the Blood Wolf Clan doesn't dare to run here. And this place has a suppressive effect on magic power. If the demon chases here with magic fluctuations, it will be difficult for him to find you - of course, it would be better if you can converge the magic fluctuations as much as possible."
Warren tilted his head, trying to appear less ignorant, but obviously failed: "What is magic fluctuation?"
The lich was greatly shocked: "You don't know about the fluctuation of magic power?"
Maybe it was because he had been trapped in the abyss for too long, but this lich was extremely talkative. Even if Warren only gave him some brief replies occasionally, he could still talk enthusiastically for the whole day.
He first enthusiastically told Warren the most basic common sense of the Demon Realm, such as magic fluctuations and the distribution of demons. Then he began to complain about the messy struggles within the Lich Clan. Finally, he wanted to teach Warren a few tricks of dark magic that he knew how to use. Then when Warren tried to replicate it, he was shocked to realize that this mysterious soul was actually a big boss whose strength was comparable to the patriarchs of the four major clans in the Demon Realm.
It was pitch black in the crack of the abyss. The two of them groped for survival in the darkness and found many fallen bones of demons or monsters. They carved them into bone knives, chopped off the roots of plants in the cracks and cliffs, roasted them over fire, and shared them to eat.
Very occasionally, there would be monsters falling from outside. Although they were basically bloody when they fell into the deep of the crack, it was already a hearty meal for Warren and the Lich.
At this time, the lich would cheer happily and turn into black mist, circling around Warren, urging Warren to cook grilled, fried or stir-fried meat like before.
Warren rarely joined in the fun, but he always looked at the lich with joy. He clapped his hands, used the fire magic that he was gradually becoming more proficient in, and while grilling meat he told the lich about the delicious food he had eaten.
Hot pot, fried chicken, small cakes, cola, sweet tea, watermelon juice...
The lich was drooling at his greed and couldn't help but cover his face and shout, "I really want to leave this damn abyss and go to the surface to eat a lot!"
A month later, when the lich yelled something similar again, Warren stared at him for a few seconds and nodded: "Okay."
The lich was stunned: "What did you say?"
"I will help you leave here," Warren said, his tone was always steady, and he took out a thick book from his arms. It was a cursed magic book that he condensed with his own magic power and soul power after swallowing the source of the curse. "I have observed that the magic fluctuations of the lich race are essentially diffusion and withering, which is very suitable for learning curse magic. If you can integrate the curse magic in this book, you will have enough strength to return to the ground."
After taking the cursed magic book, the lich stared at Warren for a while, his usually cheerful expression suddenly became serious: "So you can actually return to the ground? Then why are you staying here?"
"I told you," Warren calmly withdrew his hand, "there are demons chasing me."
The lich pursed his lips and said nothing more.
He knew very well that with his current strength, he could never help Warren, and he was not even qualified to be a cannon fodder. Instead of getting to the bottom of it, he should work hard to improve himself.
So for the next two months, he held the cursed magic book in his hand, analyzing the cursed magic in it day and night. When it was time to eat, he went with Warren to look for plant roots. One day, he was lucky enough to catch a nest of gophers hiding in the crevices of the rocks. He was so excited that he danced with joy, and he kept chattering happily in his ears until Warren roasted the gopher meat.
The skewer of gopher meat was not actually very tasty. The dry meat had a mixture of earthy smell and the smell of blood in the cracks. But as Warren chewed on the skewer and looked at the lich who was excitedly describing how he discovered this nest of gophers, he still curled up the corners of his lips imperceptibly.
Two months later, the lich solemnly put down the cursed magic book.
His talent was so high that even the Lich Chief was afraid of his magical talent and trapped him in the abyss rift. In addition, the Lich clan was indeed very compatible with the power of curse, and with Warren's guidance, mastering curse magic was not as difficult as imagined.
During these two months, his strength improved by leaps and bounds. He put away the cursed magic book and climbed the rock wall in one go, and soon disappeared.
Warren, who was sitting in a corner not far away, remained silent. Half an hour later, he heard the happy cheers coming from the top. He breathed a sigh of relief, leaned his back against the rock wall, and began to think about the magic he had been practicing recently and the better way to get rid of the soul mark of the Demon King.
He lowered his eyes and thought for a long time, burying his fear of the gloomy, dark and silent environment here in the deepest part of his heart. Just as he was about to get up and find a branch to scratch in the mud to do calculations, he saw a pair of sparkling eyes.
——If he hadn’t sensed the lich’s magical fluctuations, he would have almost swung his bone knife at him.
"What should we do next?" the lich asked cheerfully, "I feel like I have great strength now! I can definitely help you!"
Warren would never admit that his eyes became wet for even a moment.
"You can't help me at all." He tried to keep his expression cold and indifferent. He stretched out his hand and sent out a stream of magic power, pushing the lich back several meters. "Your strength is far inferior to that of a real strong man. Now that you can walk, leave quickly. Didn't you say that you must teach the lich chief a lesson?"
"Of course you are more important," the lich came closer with a smile, his body dispersing into black mist, and circling around Warren in a shameless way, making it impossible for him to push him away again. "I swore before that whoever can save me from this abyss will be my master. Look, now you are my master, you can't regret it!"
"When did you ever make such an oath?" Warren was furious. "Don't think you can get away with it by talking nonsense!"
The lich laughed happily and regrouped into human form. This time he was much more serious and looked directly into Warren's eyes, which were shining in the darkness: "I will not leave alone. If you want to spend the rest of your life in this kind of hell place, then I will be with you. At least our souls will not be lonely."
Warren hastily looked away, unwilling to meet the lich's sincere gaze.
"I can't bring you into this," he said, his voice trembling. "You know who I'm going up against? You'll get killed."
"Of course I know. It's the Demon King, right?"
The lich snorted proudly, meeting Warren's shocked expression and putting his hands on his hips.
"You are not familiar with the affairs of the four major clans in the Demon Realm, and you don't show any respect to the Blood Wolf Clan Leader. Moreover, you are so powerful, who else can allow you to hide here?"
"Don't think I'm too stupid, okay? Although I was tricked by the Lich Chief once, it was because he was too insidious. The other liches are still good liches. I will never fall because of this kind of internal strife again in the future!"
Warren opened his mouth, but no words came out.
"In short, I - oh, I forgot again, I don't have a name - anyway, I'm not afraid of that cruel and brainless demon king!" The lich said loudly, with a confident tone and vigorous vitality, "Let's fight the demon king together! I can definitely help you. If not, I will go to the Demon King's Palace to investigate and help you find the Demon King's current whereabouts!"
This time he finally turned his gaze back and looked at the lich. Warren choked for a while and whispered, "Pikachu."
"Huh?" The lich was stunned. "What did you say?"
"Pikachu, my favorite Pokémon's name," Warren smiled, "If you think this name is good--"
"Great!" The lich jumped up happily, interrupting Warren's unfinished words, "Then I'll be called Pikachu from now on!"
Warren chuckled and sighed.
He didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong, but at this moment, looking at the energetic Lich Pikachu, he suddenly had the courage to get up and face everything.
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One thousand years ago, the Demon King's Palace.
The soul from another world woke up from his sleep and found himself in a strange cage.
Coming from the earth where there is no magic, although his soul is pure, he is weak and vulnerable. He is treated as a handy toy and an important experimental subject by the devil, and endures cruel torture.
"You can never destroy my free will."
He told the devil this on the first day of his imprisonment.
During the first year of his imprisonment, he finally figured out why he was brought to the Demon Realm.
During the first hundred years of his imprisonment, he secretly learned how to practice soul magic.
In the 150th year of his imprisonment, he took the opportunity to slip out of the soul cage and desperately devoured the source of the curse treasured by the devil.
The devil thought he was going to die, so he reinforced his soul cage with two layers and warned him nonchalantly: "You are mine now. Whether you live or die, I have the final say."
Warren said nothing, enduring the pain of the curse power raging in his soul.
But he always remembered where he came from, and he always believed that no matter how many years he was tortured, he would not be able to erase the unique mark of his personality.
…
Now, in the cave at the top of the Demon Realm, Warren, who had completely merged with the part of his soul that he had separated from him, silently opened the white cocoon in the deepest part of his memory.
It was a carefree and happy childhood, a daily routine of hard study, a colorful university life, and it was the source of strength that enabled him to persevere through the long suffering that seemed to have no end.
Taking a deep breath, Warren looked up into the void, tears streaming down his face.
"Perhaps I shouldn't have picked up this part of my memory." He murmured.
It was not because of the dark torture, pain, betrayal and despair, but because the land that once gave him light and hope, those people or demons, would never come back again.
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