Tower: Rebirth of the Absolute Demon
Chapter 64: Ch 64: The Arrival of Sword Demon

Chapter 64: Ch 64: The Arrival of Sword Demon

Jamie and the thirty mages had witnessed it all... the carnage, the cries, and the madness.

The scene they had stumbled upon, though unintentional, left them shaken to their very core.

They were on their way to check if Ye Tian was still meditating, only to stumble upon the horror unfolding before them.

It wasn’t the blood or the screams that disturbed them the most... it was him.

Ye Tian’s cold indifference. The ease with which he had destroyed those who dared insult him.

Even they, mages of considerable power and arrogance, could not fathom such cruelty and boldness.

To slaughter those villagers in such a manner... and over something as trivial as being called a "hero"... was beyond their understanding.

"This man..." one of them whispered under his breath...

"he’s insane."

No one spoke aloud, but a single thought seemed to surface in their minds, uniting them...

He’s a fucking psycho.

As they stood frozen in shock, unable to tear their eyes away from the distant carnage, a voice cut through their stupor like a knife.

"How long are you planning to stand there and stare?"

The voice was calm yet piercing.

They turned slowly, only to find Ye Tian floating above the ground, his robes billowing slightly in the air.

His expression was unreadable, his crimson eyes glinting faintly as he continued to drift toward the castle.

The mages snapped back to reality, their instincts screaming at them to move.

Without another word, they turned and sprinted toward the castle, their breaths ragged and hearts pounding in terror.

Inside the Castle

The main hall of the castle was vast, its simplicity adding to the eerie atmosphere that seemed to seep into every corner.

Thirty seats lined the walls, each carved from dark obsidian, their surfaces polished to a mirror-like shine.

In the center of the hall, where a king’s throne would typically stand, there was only emptiness.

No grand seat of power, no majestic display of authority.

Just empty air.

Despite its size, the hall lacked the grandeur one might expect.

Its design was plain, the walls devoid of decoration. But the subtle, oppressive aura that lingered within made it clear... this was no ordinary castle.

Ye Tian entered, followed closely by the thirty mages and Jamie.

"Take your seats." Ye Tian commanded.

"Yes, my lord..." the mages replied in unison, quickly moving to occupy the chairs along the walls.

Jamie lingered, his wide, puppy-like eyes fixed on Ye Tian as if silently begging for his attention.

Ye Tian sighed.

"Follow me..." he said, turning toward the center of the hall where the throne should have been.

With a wave of his hand, a simple chair materialized in the empty space.

It was plain, unassuming, crafted from ordinary wood.

Ye Tian placed his hand on the backrest of the chair and gestured for Jamie to sit.

"Sit here." he ordered.

Jamie nodded, obeying without question.

He quietly took her place on the chair, his hands folded in his lap.

Ye Tian floated upward, stopping in the center of the hall.

He turned to face the thirty mages, his cold eyes scanning each of them.

A faint smile played on his lips as he clapped his hands once.

In an instant, the obsidian chairs the mages were seated on began to shift and contort.

The dark stone melted and reformed, wrapping around their bodies like liquid metal.

Before they could react, the material solidified into body suits of armor, covering their entire forms except for their faces.

The armor gleamed faintly, its surface unnaturally smooth.

Even the strongest of the mages... those who had reached the 8th circle... couldn’t move a muscle.

"What is this?" one of the mages demanded, panic creeping into his voice.

"What are you doing?" another cried.

The hall erupted into a cacophony of voices, the mages shouting questions and protests.

Ye Tian stood silently, watching them with an expression of faint amusement.

Finally, he raised a hand, and the room fell silent.

"I do not trust you..." he said bluntly, his voice calm yet chilling.

"Until I achieve my goal, you will remain here. Under my watch."

He allowed his words to sink in before continuing.

"If you try to move, even once, you will die."

He paused, his gaze sharp as a blade.

"Isn’t that right, Sword Demon?"

The air grew unnaturally still.

A faint yet overwhelming presence filled the room, pressing down on everyone present.

The mages began to sweat, their breaths coming in shallow gasps as they felt the unmistakable aura of death.

Death miasma.

The oppressive energy poured from Ye Tian, his outstretched hand glowing faintly with a dense, concentrated orb of death mana.

The orb floated at his fingertip, its size growing steadily.

The sheer amount of mana within the orb was staggering, enough to obliterate a tenth of the planet if released carelessly.

The mages could only watch in horror as the orb grew larger and larger, its surface rippling with unstable energy.

Ye Tian’s lips curved into a cruel smile as he whispered...

"Death Realm."

The orb froze mid-air, its surface shifting and twisting.

A crack appeared in the fabric of reality, widening into a gaping portal.

From within, thick streams of death miasma poured out, flooding the hall with an unbearable stench of decay.

Some of the mages coughed violently, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

From the portal, a voice echoed, deep and filled with malice.

"That’s right, my lord. Leave these bastards to me."

A hand emerged from the portal, gripping its edges. The hand was human, its pale skin covered in faint scars.

Slowly, a figure stepped through the rift.

He was tall, with long white hair cascading down his back.

His robes bore a white dragon embroidered across the chest, contrasting sharply with the black fabric.

A scar ran vertically across his right eye, adding to his sharp, intimidating features.

His green eyes glinted with an unsettling calm as he stepped into the hall.

"Whoever moves first," the man said, his voice smooth yet menacing...

"will die instantly."

The mages froze, their bodies trembling under the weight of his killing intent.

His aura was vast, oppressive, and comparable to Ye Tian’s own.

The man glanced upward, a sly smile spreading across his face. He winked at Ye Tian.

"Right, junior brother?"

A system notification appeared before Ye Tian.

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[Due to host’s influence, power, and knowledge, the effects of Death Realm have been maximized.]

[Familiar ’Sword Demon’ rank has evolved from Skeleton Warrior (Common) → Divine Knight of Chaos (Mythical).]

[Familiar ’Sword Demon’ has regained all of his memories and personality.]

[Familiar has sworn eternal loyalty to the player without any form of suppression.]

[Familiar can temporarily access his prime power (Mahayana Realm) for 10 minutes.]

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Ye Tian chuckled softly, his expression softening for a brief moment.

"Welcome back, big brother..." Ye Tian said, his voice carrying a rare warmth.