Night...... Deep......

Although in Castlevania, any day can turn into night. But Chen Yan just felt that it was already late at night. Outside the heavy castle, the noise of thunder and lightning quietly fades away, replaced by a distant tranquility and a hazy moonlight.

How long does it take for a person to become bad?

Chen Yan didn't know, but he had once seen a child who swore to be a bad person just because he was bullied once, a bad person who was even worse than the person who bullied him. And the most terrifying thing is that he actually did it. That's the boss of his former killer organization. A guy called 'X'.

X is a legend, but Chen Yan is not very afraid, because he also used to have a code name in that organization.

‘Z’。

The last letter of English is gone. That is to say, all the tasks that have passed through Chen Yan's hands have come to an end.

In the luxurious room, Chen Yan lay on the velvet bed, his eyes open and he didn't feel sleepy. With his current perception, he can clearly see the weather outside, birds and insects. But he's thinking about another problem that has nothing to do with it.

It may only take a thought for a person to become bad, but what about a person to become strong? Or rather, to become cold-blooded, cruel, and ruthless?

Chen Yan never thought that one day he would come to such a strange world and accept such a strange inheritance. What's even more bizarre is that the owner of this inheritance is himself. Or rather, the former self.

Rayser's memories were still slowly fusing with him. But every little more fusion made Chen Yan feel like he was changing. He's no longer the classy killer he used to be, and he's no longer the same as he was at the moment. Now, he seems to have a stream of magma surging in his body, which can easily burn enemies to ashes. He can also burn himself to ashes. That's power, it's anger, from a distant, one's own, a predecessor.

Chen Yan knew why that anger was, because Rayser was him, and he was Rayser. And as memories merge more and more, there are fewer and fewer such distinctions.

Did he become Reiser, or did Reesor become him?

Can't tell.

The light in the room was very bright, which Chen Yan specially requested. In such bright light, he could clearly see the magic patterns on his body. Almost all over the body. His short black hair had turned into long hair, falling like a waterfall on the bed. The solid muscles are sharp and angular, and they are no longer as delicate as they were at the beginning. Even if you don't feel it, you can understand the explosive power contained in it just by looking at it.

But these are not important, the important thing is that Chen Yan found that he also changed under a thought.

He became more and more ruthless, more and more indifferent, and more and more disgusted with the world, of everything.

That disgust comes from the deepest part of the heart, the place of the soul's silence. Also from his predecessors.

He is no longer the original Chen Yan.

Lying quietly, feeling the peristalsis and trembling of every tendon, feeling the flow of blood, and feeling the energy exchange of cells sleeping. Chen Yan could even hear his bones growing, and his flesh becoming tough. You can also hear your own spirit thundering.

Is all this fake, imaginary, or is it true, real?

Heavy or?

Chen Yan wanted to laugh very much, so he grinned slightly, but nothing changed at all.

He couldn't move anymore.

The source energy that had been suppressed in his body finally broke out of the prison at this moment and launched a fatal attack on his body. Indescribable, unrepresented, but enough to destroy one realm after another, the source energy washed over Chen Yan's body, every inch of bone, every tendon, every cell, and even every heroic spirit. His body was defeated by this wash, and his skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs were destroyed in a microscopic state every minute and every second, and then reborn in the next moment.

To be sure, it was an incredibly terrifying, incomparably dangerous process. It's like Schrödinger's cat, always in a half-dead state. The same is true for Chen Yan, although he doesn't seem to be abnormal at the moment, it's not that there is really no change, but that the change happens too fast, too fast.

Every second, every microsecond, every millisecond, is an innumerable reorganization of the body. Countless crossovers of spirits. In such a situation, in ordinary people, ordinary demons, not to mention that nothing happened, even if it lasts for a few minutes, it is a luxury.

But Chen Yan was nothing unusual. Even, he felt a little happy and a little looking forward to it...... Even if every nerve in him was screaming, he was howling. In pain, he wanted to roll and scold, but it was useless, and he couldn't move anyway.

This is the future he has set for himself. This is the growing power and life level since he entered the other world, those so-called magic patterns, magic words. Even the vast source energy group that shocked the other world was only a part of this resource, Chen Yan didn't know how many of these resources there were, but he also knew that it was impossible to just do that, as more of his memories were recovered, there would be more resources displayed in front of him. And retrieving these resources and integrating them into his body is the path he must take.

Of course, this is a process, not a goal.

In the room, Chen Yan lay quietly, feeling the sharp pain of his body reorganization, and at the same time, he could hear the low roar of Lucifer and Lilith in the next room. Like themselves, they are also experiencing an ascension in the life ladder. The process was painful, but Chen Yan believed that if he looked at it from a different angle, there would be countless demons in this other world who were eager to experience such pain. Longing to experience the torment they are suffering at this moment.

How can we reach the pinnacle of life without going through hardships?

No, that's not right......

Thinking of this, Chen Yan suddenly calmed down, the pinnacle of life?

Why, I have this kind of thought.

If there is no misunderstanding, or if he has in-depth contact with the rules of this world, Chen Yan will definitely think that demons are high-level beings, and humans are low-level ants. Because this world is set up like this, only the devil is the master of everything. Oh, and maybe add the Majin.

But today's Chen Yan is no longer Chen Yan who just entered the other world and looked at people with his eyes. Having accepted his legacy, fusion is part of his memory, and his body is still moving towards the highest level, the rules of the other world he feels are so clear, so cold and ruthless.

The body, at one time scattered. But this time it was not reorganized, but turned into countless white sand like fine dust.

For the first time, Chen Yan's soul detached from his body and observed the world as a completely independent existence.

A few seconds later, his body reorganized again, and Chen Yan returned to his familiar 'cage'.

'Original...... Everything, it's fake. ’

He whispered, letting out a long breath.