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My Demon Pet System

After spending his entire life on gambling and alcohol, a man died alone in his cold apartment when life decided to give him a second chance. "Where am I?! What... what is this body?!" Reincarnated into a new and young body, he will remember nothing of his past, except for the name printed on the whiskey bottle he was drinking a moment before his heart stopped beating. "Yoichi," that will be his new name. One after another, words written in blood suddenly appeared on the wall before his eyes: "Welcome to your Demon Pet System, your second life redemption's attempt. Tame a Demon in the next 48 hours or die forever." In a world where humans and demons coexist and fight for supremacy, follow the story of Yoichi, a young man who will become the most powerful Demon Tamer of the World of Lumya. Brand New Cover by the brillant Tixer! https://www.fiverr.com/tixer_art Join the Discord Server for extra content: https://discord.gg/pfrfAfWKGG My Book of Yokai: https://discord.gg/8NdnFnXGAp Instagram: @immanioripse_author Twitter: @immanioripse Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Immanioripse-Author-101625858453333

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Blade

That amphora did not look particularly different from a common wine or water bottle. Its shape was quite standard, wider in the middle and narrower at the top and bottom.

However, the material it was made of was rough and hard, more like a weird metal alloy than a ceramic. Yoichi couldn't help but rub his fingers over the engraved letters, letting his fingertips make those words more vivid and thinking who could be the maker of that inscription.

Ryutaro had definitely received that object as a gift from Tatsui, perhaps at the same moment he had inherited the Tear. Probably, before the Emperor, his father and grandfather had passed down that magical artifact, going back to the early days of the history of the Tentochu Empire.

"Tweet!" Miru chirped, calling Yoichi back and inviting him not to waste any more time. The robin moved its small head forward, pointing its beak at the stone sink as if suggesting its listener to come forward.