EVEN AS A SLAVE, THE HEAVENLY DEMON’S MIGHT SHALL TAME THE BEAUTIES

In the vast expanse of the void, where all light and hope were swallowed whole, a solitary figure drifted aimlessly between the realm of life and death. An unyielding silence blanketed the abyss, only to be shattered by an emotionless, metallic voice.

 It echoed softly, yet clearly, through the endless darkness: "[The candidate has proven its worth]."

The voice resonated, a chilling, detached authority growing colder with each word.

"[Initiating the will of the lost]," it continued, its tones slicing through the void like the edge of a blade. Glimmers of light, fleeting and fragmented, began to pulse around the drifting figure, as if breathing life into the hollow dark.

"[Project: God's Executioner has been implanted onto the soul of the Heavenly Demon]."

The declaration resounded, followed by a momentary pause that thickened the air with anticipation. "[Does the host accept?]"

A low groan, deep and vexed, cut through the silence. The Heavenly Demon's voice, both weary and formidable, stirred. "What infernal noise dares disrupt my slumber?" His tone was irritated, but beneath it lay the control of an unyielding will.

"[Do you accept?]" the voice pressed, insistence hardening its metallic edge.

The Heavenly Demon's eyes, though closed in the suspended realm, narrowed in defiance. "I am no one's pawn," he spat, the weight of loss and pride coiling like a serpent in his chest.

His sword was gone, and with it, a piece of his honour. Yet even now, the bitter taste of defeat was a wound that festered. But then, the flickering fragments of light began to intensify, their glow slicing through the dark like the piercing eyes of a predator.

"[Rephrasing for the target]," the voice intoned, adapting with eerie precision.

"[Accept the sword of vengeance upon those who destroyed everything you cherished and built]," it mocked, words laced with provocation.

Something deep within the Heavenly Demon stirred—a memory, fierce and unyielding, buried beneath the weight of darkness.

The ember of rage, dormant but never truly extinguished, roared back to life. It seared through his core, reigniting the heart that had once conquered the martial realms and laid waste to empires.

"[Accept?]" the voice urged, colder than the void itself.

A silence fell, heavy and fateful. The pulse of light fragments quivered, their glow the last vestiges of hope.

The Heavenly Demon's lips curled into a smile that spoke of both acceptance and challenge. The ember flared, setting the darkness ablaze with unseen flames.

"Interesting… yes," he whispered, the word crackling with newfound power.

And with that, the void itself seemed to shudder. The darkness warped, folding into an abyss even deeper than before, swallowing the fragments of light until they melted away like snow beneath a relentless summer sun.

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A man lay sprawled on the cold, rough stone floor, a chill seeping through his bones as consciousness flickered back into his weary form. His eyes fluttered open, lids heavy as though weighed down by lead. A ragged groan escaped his cracked lips, and he shivered, fingers instinctively clutching at the worn fabric of his tunic just over his chest.

'Thump, thump.'

The sudden realization struck him like lightning. "A heartbeat!" he thought, eyes widening. It could only mean one thing—he walked once more among the living. But something was dreadfully wrong.

His muscles trembled, battered and exhausted, an unfamiliar sensation that gnawed at his very core. It had been millennia since he last felt so weakened, so mortal. Once, he had ascended to the highest peaks of cultivation, mastering the Zen flow that transcended such frailties.

Instinctively, he tried to channel his inner Ki, reaching deep within for the wellspring of power that had once been his essence. A sudden, violent cough wrenched him from his efforts. "Cough, cough, cough," he sputtered, each sound scraping his throat raw.

Panic coiled around his mind like a serpent. Something was catastrophically wrong—there was no Ki, no trace of the energy that had defined him.

"What the hell is happening?" he whispered, voice rasping through his dry, chapped lips. Forcing his eyes to stay open, a sharp, searing pain exploded behind his temples.

He raised a trembling hand to his head, only to freeze in confusion. The familiar weight of long, silken hair was gone; in its place, short, uneven strands brushed against his fingertips.

"What in the seven hells…" his voice trailed off, disbelief spreading across his pale features.

Suddenly, the oppressive silence was shattered by a deafening crash. The heavy, iron-banded door at the far end of the dim room swung open, its hinges groaning like a tortured beast.

Two figures strode inside, their boots striking the stone floor with resounding echoes. The dim, flickering glow of a torch cut through the darkness, casting long, dancing shadows that clawed at the walls.

He blinked, eyes struggling to adjust to the sudden intrusion of light. The room, he now saw, was small and damp, with rough-hewn stone walls that glistened with moisture. Rusted iron bars boxed him in, forming a crude cage that confined him to one corner. His breathing quickened as the two figures approached, their faces obscured by the wavering shadows.

One of them stepped closer, the torchlight revealing a cruel smile twisted across their face. Their eyes, glinting with a predatory gleam, locked onto the man lying prone on the cold floor.

"So, you're finally awake," the figure drawled, voice dripping with mockery. The man's pulse hammered in his ears as the reality of his situation sank in. Whatever had brought him back to this realm had stripped him of his power, leaving him vulnerable in a place where every breath felt like a challenge.

With an effort, he lifted his head, defiance sparking in his eyes despite the weakness that gnawed at his limbs. The ember of rage that had reawakened him in the void still burned, and though he was caged, the fire within refused to be extinguished.

"Who are you?" he demanded, voice hoarse but edged with steel. The figure's smile widened, and without answering, they turned to the other, a silent command passing between them. The second figure nodded, stepping forward as the torchlight shimmered ominously in their grasp.

The man's heart thudded once more, not with the fear of the unknown, but with the anticipation of a battle yet to come.