Chapter Two

One Hundred Years

It's been one hundred years since I liquified that particular demon's heart.

My companion during this time was a mysterious individual. He rarely spoke unless he did so mentally.

He offers me a way to increase my strength. It shows I knew nothing about this wretched place, powerful demons having a bounty-hunting organization.

As an otaku, I learn quickly about my situation. Don't trust anything and evil so willingly without having contingency plans.

I'll leave that for later.

I noticed a pattern that my body increased, so I hypothesized that it meant I had grown after one year of being here.

That's how I keep track of time.

I'm a genius, I know. I wonder if people saw me in person would they put me in an insane Asylum once I land on earth?

After seeing my body grow after one year on top of my new diet, I decided to train my magical abilities because this was new.

For five years, I fought solely on my animal instant. I discovered I could get more substantial benefits from the massacre of demons.

I felt like a nomad roaming around.

Anywhere I roamed, demons charged at me. I knew. In my heart, I needed Faith.

(STRENGTH, I thought.)

I feel like that MC from that anime Tokyo Ghoul.

I had Scarlet red troll-like demons look at me with hatred. They raced to me like I a call-of-duty care package.

My mythical presence was like a beacon to the demons, and I neglected to turn it off, but that's for another time.

What felt like twenty-five years had passed. I finally made progress in creating a magic circle from scratch. I just needed arms.

I created flaming arms the length of a Trex.

Skills, I called out.

SKILLS AND AFFINITY PANEL

Magic circle

HELLFIRE

FIREBALL

FLAMETHROWER

BODY EXPANSION

FLARE BLITZ

FIRE SPIN

HEALING FIRE

TRANSFIGURATION

I dismissed the screen

$Sigh!

I channeled fire magic into the bottom of my web-like feet and practiced standing in the air without using my wings.

That was a painful experience. Luckily, I have extraordinary healing amplified by the demonic blood I liquify.

Magic Control was not fun at all, but it was a necessity. Once in an actual body, I wonder about the magic I utilized and how they would like to see the ultimate logia.

Phoenix, I was OP, magically.

As I roamed around, I made contact with an odd individual. This Joker, as I refer to him, it reminds me of a Batman villain.

He taught me to communicate so I could help him with bounties. He offered me seventy percent of the rewards.

He seems interested in my devouring abilities.

Demons are used as a source to improve strength. This hostile place in Hell I live is a Dog Eat Dog world where strength is everything.

During that time, I have been bounty hunting for seventy years—my one-hundred-year mark is in a few days, on the day of the mission.

What's up, Joker (Caw Caw)

I received a mental reply for a job offer.

He always felt around my strength level, but something seemed off, regardless of how many years we were not around each other.

I accept (Caw Caw)

MC received a mental note of information about the mission, which seemed to benefit him. A low-ranking Fallen Angel was his target as our MC turned around to leave and prepare himself. He didn't see the sinister smile on the Joker's face, who disappeared.

As I started flying away, I thought about what had just transpired.

Why would I get offered a job out of nowhere? In the hell of all places.

From a bounty-hunting organization.

They usually dont offer, but you could always find them to take jobs.

(Four Play, I thought)

I had got the bounties of some pretty problematic guys. They seemed to despise me for how half-charred the bodies looked with bite marks when I turned them in.

In a sense, I was like a loose end in somebody's plot.

And It was a suicide mission. That much I knew. That's what it might seem like, but Please don't underestimate one's greed to survive in a dark place.

Over the last one hundred years, I have always maintained a body of only magic.

In a sense, I am a Phoenix of magic right now. My gut tells me I will need a physical body for this next fight, which will be pretty tricky.

At no point in my one hundred years did I put much thought into my physical body.

I feel a storm brewing.

How could I neglect something like that?

This magic had me in a chokehold. Heavy, I mean, I have been duped because of a lack of focus on my part.

Now that was amusing

A favorite quote i have it's not a positive one, though.

Just Improvise!!

It's something I held dear to me in my previous life.

That is when I realize my mistake.

My face turned sour once again. I had been neglecting to build my physical body because I played with magic like a kid in a candy shop.

Except I was so lazy to stop playing with magic, it was almost like a fatal attraction.

Complete lack of Discipline, and, for the most part, It was more like going with the flow and no communication.

What if BIG GUY upstairs put me here to tighten up? Now wouldn't I'll have to be me entirely?

I'm on BullShxt, which is worst than that comic book character named Constantine in DC or Marvel fanfic or something.

This what it means to crawl your way out, Big Guy?

It's always violent when it's about different people's values and wants, right?

It's pretty dumb of me to be so narrow-minded in hell, knowing im in a dangerous environment.

I guess this is a form of sin.

The Sin of Sloth

Sigh!!

It's going to be a long day in hell. No pun intended.

I repent, Big Guy.

(Now it's time for me to become OP. I guess this angel can help me get a humanoid body. I thought, utterly dismissing my past failures. )

I have to go all out.

I decided I wanted to be unique from that traditional Phoenix physique.

I summoned my magic and channeled magic into it, turning my tail into nine flaming tails.

Summoning my magic circle again, I turn my flaming magical body into a physical body of Orange and Navy Blue fur.

I floated down to the ground and stood majestically, feeling alive more now than I had ever felt.

Caw Caw

Caw Caw

With this physical body, I desired to prove myself as the Alpha of this Hellhole I called home for one hundred years.

After getting my new body, I flew up in the air too fast, showing I had no control over my body movements.

Coming to a slow stop, I looked around my surroundings; this place had bought me a sense of comfort while I was lost.

This upcoming battle will allow me to make my way out of this hostile place.

If you're wondering why I haven't left, we'll. I don't have control of my aura right now. At least I'll be able to bring it in with a more humanoid body.

My presence alone has temperatures like an infinite oven at four hundred and fifty degrees.

Soon this battle would allow me to see where I stand in this horrible place.

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Little did he know he was walking into a battle that would push his limits to the test next time on dragon ball Z!