“God and demon are born from the heart, the heart reflects god and demon...”
Zhang Ye murmured this string of demon script under his breath, but as the words spilled from his lips, his voice resonated in the demon tongue.
He fell into a trance, chanting it low over and over again like a man possessed.
Hainowei sensed something amiss, and worry washed over her eyes. She could see the laws of the world beginning to swirl and converge around Zhang Ye.
Yet she held her tongue, knowing Zhang Ye was in a state of deep absorption and could not be disturbed lightly.
As his low chanting echoed repeatedly, an invisible force began to swell from within him.
He suddenly extended a hand and began drawing in midair.
All the mana throughout his body converted into dark-attribute mana to align perfectly with the innate dark essence of demons.
Black mana swirled and surged around him like giant dark serpents, thrashing with increasing intensity.
From his fingertips, dark magic lines took shape, weaving and meandering through the air.
Unlike ordinary magic lines and runes, these dark lines were drawn using demon script.
A moment later, a dark magic circle was complete.
The circle was tiny, no larger than the mouth of a bowl. Its magic set appeared remarkably simple, yet it had been constructed by deconstructing and reweaving demon script.
Zhang Ye had broken down the written structure of that chant, turning its components into the magic lines and runes that guided the flow of mana.
He had no idea what purpose this magic circle served. In fact, he hadn't been thinking at all while drawing it; his mind had been completely blank, guided entirely by pure instinct.
By the time he came to his senses, the magic circle was already finished.
He stared at the magic circle before him.
Though he couldn't name its purpose or significance, Zhang Ye instinctively knew how to unleash it.
Slowly reaching out, he pressed his palm against the dark magic circle and shoved it straight toward his chest.
The magic circle drifted to his heart and sank into his chest!
In the next instant, Zhang Ye's body jolted violently as ripples of dark halos burst from his skin.
His eyes began to transform. The whites turned gray, deepening and darkening until they became pitch-black, while his dark pupils shifted into a crimson hue, ending as a blood-red scarlet.
His hair rapidly turned snow-white, creating a stark contrast with his dark, red-tinged eyes and giving him a profoundly fiendish appearance.
Yet there was no sickening darkness in his presence; on the contrary, it exuded a strange sense of serenity.
The transformation continued. In the unseen depths of his consciousness, Zhang Ye felt a bizarre connection click into place.
He glimpsed a vast, boundless world under a purple sky—a realm with endless lands, forests, and oceans, breathtakingly beautiful...
Was that... the Demon Realm?
The image of that world flickered for only a brief instant before blurring into obscurity, leaving behind merely a thin thread of connection.
Yet that tiny connection brought him an inexplicable warmth, longing, and familiarity.
The feeling intoxicated him.
He closed his eyes. At that moment, pitch-black mana surged from within him. But this was no ordinary 【dark-attribute mana】; it was more accurately called 【dark demon mana】.
Omitting the word "attribute" made a world of difference in its fundamental nature.
Dark-attribute mana was "mana," whereas dark demon mana was true "demonic" power!
The gushing dark demon mana was as black as ink, swallowing the surrounding light and dimming the room as if someone had switched off the lights.
In the gloom, the only bright light came from Zhang Ye's crimson eyes as they slowly opened.
Even in the dimness, Hainowei could clearly see the pitch-black demon mana swirling on Zhang Ye—it was an absolute darkness, unmistakable even in shadow.
The dark demon mana gathered at his forehead, condensing until it formed two small, inch-long black horns.
Black... demon horns?!
...
Meanwhile, within the Demon Realm.
The vast, beautiful realm suddenly froze for a heartbeat before the entire Demon Realm shook violently.
Countless supreme members of the Demon Race looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with wild joy, tears streaming down their faces.
In this moment, uncounted bloodthirsty fiends wept as they laughed like madmen, and abyss devils roared with wild delight toward the heavens. The entire Demon Realm was plunged into a frenzy of utter joy and fanatical devotion.
At the center of the Demon Realm, inside a massive black palace, a supreme entity's lithe form trembled. She stood up abruptly from her pitch-black throne.
Her gorgeous eyes widened and quivered. The power within her flared out of control, sending waves of mana surging across a radius of a million li.
Tears trickled down her unrealistically beautiful cheeks, her gaze overflowing with longing and expectation.
Every supreme demon bore that exact same look in their eyes.
Her cherry lips parted, her trembling voice impossibly soft, yet filled with uncontrollable excitement and ecstasy.
“Have you finally returned...?”
“We have been waiting for you to come home...”
...
Hainowei stood with her mouth agape, staring at the dramatically transformed Zhang Ye.
At this moment, Zhang Ye seemed to have turned into a true demon. His pale white hair and crimson eyes gave him a fiendishly handsome aura.
Did he really undergo Demonization?!
Hainowei's eyes quivered slightly.
Was the Zhang Ye before her... still the same Zhang Ye?
“Holy crap, this is insane?!” an exclamation suddenly erupted.
Hainowei: “...”
Zhang Ye looked down at his hands. His fingernails had turned black, and he noticed his skin had grown significantly paler. “Does Demonization double as a skin-whitening treatment?”
Then he touched the tiny horns on his forehead. “Wait, I actually grew horns? Am I even human anymore?”
“I'm not turning into a minotaur, am I?”
“Death to NTR! Long live pure love!”
Watching Zhang Ye inspect his own changes with wide-eyed wonder, Hainowei suddenly burst into a giggle.
Evidently, he was still the same Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye cracked his neck, producing a satisfying pop, then exhaled deeply, savoring the surging power within his body.
“Man, this boost is terrifying...” Zhang Ye marveled.
Through analysis, he discovered an explosive growth in his physical constitution. Right now, his body was fully comparable to that of a One-star Saint-tier!
Previously, his physique had only been at Tier Nine Peak, just a step away from Tier Ten. Now, it had completely reached One-star Saint-tier and was closing in on Two-star Saint-tier! In fact, some Two-star Saint-tier mages might not even be as physically tough as he was right now!
This was absurdly strong!
Not only that, Zhang Ye felt the mana inside him surging with unprecedented speed. His recovery rate was at least five times faster than before!
As for spell output, it went without saying that it was drastically more powerful than before!
Demonization was overwhelmingly powerful!
That's right, he had truly undergone Demonization.
【Demonization: Born of the heart are gods and demons, the heart reflects god and demon; when the mind leans toward the demon, the body and soul become one with the demon!】
This was the magic created by Zhang Ye—another Unranked magic spell!
It had only one effect: to trigger self-Demonization!
What Demonization granted was terrifying physical strength and mana recovery speed!
However, the drawback was equally severe. Merely maintaining the 【Demonization】 state carried almost no side effects, but engaging in combat while in this state placed an immense load on his body.
Because this power did not truly originate from Zhang Ye himself, wielding such overwhelming strength would inflict strain and damage on his body.
The longer the battle, the heavier the load and the greater the damage.
As for how severe it would be... Zhang Ye wasn't entirely sure yet, but judging by his instincts, it certainly wouldn't be light.
After all, the greater the power gained, the higher the price one had to pay—sometimes even exceeding what was gained.
Right at that moment, a knock sounded on the door, followed by Danila's voice from outside: “Lord True Demon, I have brought you some fine delicacies. Would you like to enjoy them now?”
Hearing this, Zhang Ye dispersed the mana barrier insulating the room, allowing the light to brighten once again.
However, he maintained his Demonization. As long as he wasn't fighting, the side effects were negligible, and he wanted to use this state to give his acting skills a buff.
“Come in,” Zhang Ye said slowly.
After Demonization, his voice had also changed, becoming deeper and more magnetic, like a rich subwoofer.
To transform into a demon and even have a voice dripping with allure—he really was one of a kind.
Danila gently pushed the door open, rolling in a food cart. But the moment he entered and caught sight of Zhang Ye's face, he froze completely.
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