Just then, a demon summoning circle lit up in front of Tur.
"Haha... now who is this crazy person trying to summon a demon?" he muttered.
Normally, when soone summons a demon, they use the demon’s alias, or sotis even its True Na within the incantation.
That allows the summoner to call the specific demon, or at least one of its subordinates connected to it.
Without a proper na attached, the circle simply beca an open invitation, and whatever demon or demonic beast happened to stumble across it would use the opportunity to cross over and cause chaos on the Earthly Plane.
And judging by the unstable energy flowing through the summoning circle, the person attempting the summoning seed weak.
However, demons were demons.
And considering he had recently been caught in a trap, Tur was extrely wary.
Normally, Tur was classified as a beast species, and because he lived in Hell, he was labeled a demonic beast.
Yet in so aspects, he was even superior to demons at the sa level.
"Still... I need to release so frustration," Tur said philosophically.
"Killing a few humans will help regain my strength and calm my mind."
After all, humans were usually the ones foolish enough to summon demons.
Other species rarely perford such rituals on the Earthly Plane.
Tur stepped onto the summoning circle.
A mont later, spatial distortion swallowed him and he appeared inside a dark room.
The place felt... familiar.
"Not bad. Your strength has already returned to the level of a Lord-class beast in such a short ti."
An angelic voice echoed through the room.
"Sorry about this Tur, but I think you will need to live here for a while, at least until Caelum becos an adult."
Tur froze.
He slowly looked around and saw a familiar figure standing nearby.
A handso man with dark hair and abyss-like eyes was looking at him with a gentle smile.
But those eyes seed to contain bottomless darkness.
Tur shivered unconsciously.
"Y-Yes, sir!" Tur said quickly.
Then, with great courage or perhaps stupidity, he added.
"But... could you perhaps improve my living conditions slightly?"
He had essentially just courted death.
"Well, fine. I’m in a good mood today," the man replied casually.
"But you will need to swear upon your True Na and act like a normal buffalo that I purchased from the market."
The Immortal Count, Seth Annum, tossed a collar toward Tur.
The collar snapped onto his neck instantly.
In that mont, Tur’s demonic energy completely vanished and his figure turned slightly small.
He now looked no different from an ordinary buffalo.
"Yes, sir!" Tur said imdiately.
Along with his wife, he deeply loved his life.
***
Two Years Later...
Caelum had very little to worry about in his current life.
According to the prehistoric standards of Earth, he practically had everything.
He did not need to worry about earning money even after becoming an adult, nor would he ever lack inheritance from his father and uncle.
In short, even if he decided to spend his entire life lazing around, it would still be perfectly fine.
So Caelum had chosen a different hobby.
Exploration, studying magic, refining his sword techniques, cultivating, and discovering the many strange things this world had to offer.
Although he knew his vision of the world was still small, he believed it was worth spending ti expanding it.
But today, while reading the morning newspaper in a similar pose to his father, his mood suddenly turned sour.
4th Zypharel, 1352.
[Cultist Attack on Imperial Zenith School! Duke Morvendrell’s Second Son Shines While Fighting Cultists and Saving His Friends! Is This the Rise of a New Hero?]
’Isn’t this the school I’m supposed to attend starting next month?’ Caelum thought.
For so reason, he felt that things in the future were going to beco troubleso.
’Should I just skip school and wander around the world instead?’ he wondered.
As the son of a noble family, Caelum knew that attending school would allow him to build connections with other noble children.
But when he thought about his current strength, he felt that it might not be necessary.
’Maybe sister should inherit uncle’s duties... I’d rather live like father.’
His father’s life looked extrely comfortable.
Doing nothing most of the ti, simply pursuing his hobbies while making other people work for him.
A truly noble existence.
His role model was definitely his father.
Over the past two years, trendous changes had occurred.
Although Caelum was still technically an Expert, his sword techniques, cultivation, and magical studies had improved trendously.
He was now also a First Circle Mage.
There was another reason he had not yet beco a Sword Master.
He was walking multiple paths simultaneously, and his cultivation technique was designed to integrate them together. For that, he needed a stronger body, mind, and higher cultivation.
More importantly, he lacked the enlightennt required to break through.
Aside from harmless sparring sessions with the palace knights, the only real fight he had experienced was against a Buffalomate, and that too was easy.
In other words, he lacked true life-and-death combat experience, and it wasn’t like he could just walk around asking people for deadly duels.
He was only seven years old.
Sighing at his complicated situation, Caelum summoned his system window.
A black-gold interface appeared in his vision.
——⟬ Simple Normal System⟭——
Host: Caelum Annum
Age: 7
Race: Human
Class: Cultivator
Titles: Heir of the Immortal Count, Baby Aura Farr, Reincarnator.
Status: Excited about next breakthrough.
«Cultivation»
Realm: Foundation Establishnt (8 / 9)
Physique: Boundless Warrior Physique
Eyes: Heaven Reading Eyes
Technique: Myriad Heavenly Ascension, Heaven Dominating Divine Sword Art
«Innate Traits»
Innate Aura Manifestation
Dual Path Affinity
Attribute-less
«System Functions»
System Shop (Locked)
Inventory (Locked)
System Points: [0]
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Caelum stared at the screen thoughtfully.
Only one step remained before his next breakthrough.
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