《Rise of the nefarious devil》0 - Prologue
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" Carl, hand over the artifact, and I'll give you a quick death!"
" Old Bastard Carl, stop trying to resist! Today all the righteous cultivators combined together just to destroy your heinous den. This area is already covered in traps that even immortal ascension realm cultivators can't escape, this time you will definitely be decapitated!"
" Carl, you damn devil, just because you cultivated the fiendish way doesn't mean you have to sacrifice a whole country for rising your strength! You've gone and killed hundreds of thousands of people. You've committed too many unforgivable, heinous sins!"
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Carl was in deep red robes that had been torn to shreds. His hair was disheveled and his entire body was covered in blood. He looked around.
His robes waved slightly according to the wind's movement.
Fresh blood flowed from the numerous wounds on the body. Just by running for a short while, Carl had already accumulated a large pool of blood that was dropping constantly beneath his feet.
Enemies surrounded him all around; there was already no way out.
It was a forgone conclusion that he would die here.
Carl understood his situation clearly, but even in the face of death his expression did not change, it was calm.
The major righteous factions that had been after him were not just the experienced elders, but also young and talented righteous heroes. Around the heavily surrounded running Carl, some were roaring, some were sneering as his attempts were fruitless, since even if he continued running he would only be caught in a trap that would kill him.
Looking at the people after him, Carl lightly laughed. " While you mortals think what I have done is atrocious, sinful, heinous sins, but then who gets to decide ?"He then look at the sky , and continued "..Is it the heavens? I've already lived a life full of misery, yet they still didn't give up torturing me."
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As he said this, memories of his previous life on Earth emerged before his eyes.
He was originally an American fighter on Earth who reincarnated into this world.
His first life was that of misery,pain , as he was betrayed by the one he truly loved - his wife , who only was paid in order to torture him mentally..
He saw hope in this next life of his, as he endured a hard life for 600 years; about over 500 years of his life flew by in the blink of an eye.
So many memories that were buried deep inside the heart begun to relive themselves, sprouting into life before his eyes.
"I failed in the end." Carl sighed in his heart emotionally, there were still some regrets that he had yet to fully get rid of , but he completely buried them in his heart..
This end result was something he had foreseen. When he made his decision in the beginning of his first life, he had prepared himself for this.
To be a devil is to be merciless and cruel, a murderer and destroyer. There is no place in heaven or earth for such a thing – turning into an enemy to the entire world, still having to face the consequences..
"If my soul's reincarnation speciality is still effective, I shall still be a true nefarious devil in my next life!" With this thought, Carl couldn't help but let out a big laugh.
The group of righteous cultivators surged forward; at this moment, with a loud bang, Carl was engulfed in a blinding beam as he used that artifact in his final struggle to merge with his soul as his last hope, along with his reincarnation - he shall at least be special on his next life.
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The spring rain quietly rained down on a big mountain that looked quite big, having a seperate mountain close to it in the distance.
It was already late in the night, a slight breeze blowing with the light rain slowly poured into it.
Yet the surrounding wasn't completely covered by darkness; from the side down to the foot were many light balls that were surrounding on the air.
Situated in the mountain was a small cave that had a small boy inside of it with a large pool of blood beneath him..
" *Sigh* , I guess that speciality of my soul isn't truly reincarnation , but transmissioning my soul from a body to another , yet what was the use of the artifact again? Right, it was about some devil inheritance thing , let's check it.."
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A.N:
A bit similar in the beginning to a known novel , though only the beginning as I was inspired by it.
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