Chapter 49: The Original Author
"So, after the Plague of Ten Thousand Demons is over, Mr. Demon King, you are not asleep, nor have you been sealed, but you have just disguised yourself as a human and will never appear again." Russell bowed his head slightly, and the confusion in his eyes deepened:
"What happened after that, Mr. Demon King?"
How the hell did he get into my heart?
Does it have anything to do with my background?
The Demon King let out a long sigh:
"I thought I was using illusion to disguise myself as a human and return to a peaceful life as a human being.
"But I was wrong, I can't go back to the days I used to be a human being.
"I have completely degenerated into a demon from body to soul, and my infinite desire gnaws at my heart all the time, and I will always enjoy the whispers of the deepest desires in my ears......"
The demon king Xiao Ming spoke vividly, and his tone was full of emotion and subdued.
The wind chimes couldn't help but empathize with it and burst into tears:
"Woo woo woo, it's so pitiful. How could it not be that of me, who had changed from a human being to a ghost? ”
Tears flowed down the female ghost's cheeks, drop after drop, and fell to the floor.
But because the ghost's tears are also spirits, they penetrate the floor directly and drip into the room below, possibly directly to the center of the earth.
"What are you crying about?" Russell was a little puzzled.
"I also have scary desires. Although this obsession is not so strong now, I also feel that I am indeed not the same person as I was when I was born. Wind Chimes rubbed her tearful eyes, "I've never been more fully aware of the fact that I'm dead. ”
Since you and your former self are no longer alone, why should you cry for another person? Russell muttered silently, but didn't say it.
The Demon King saw the white-haired girl in front of him crying in a low voice, and hurriedly got up to comfort the wind chime:
"Ghost girl, those of us who are ghosts and demons are to leave the past behind and look forward to the future."
As he spoke, the Demon King pulled a few tissues from the headmaster's desk and handed them to the wind chime's face, but passed directly through the female ghost's head.
Russell took the paper towel from the Demon King's hand, snapped his fingers, and used the spiritual friction paper towel to ignite the paper towel and burn it to the wind chime.
The crimson flames burned the paper towels to ashes, and in the hands of the female ghost Wind Chimes appeared the paper towels that Russell had burned to herself.
The wind chime wiped the tears of the spirit body with a spirit tissue, and after a while, he regained his composure and no longer had convulsions.
Seeing that the little girl had quieted down, the Demon King continued to tell his story:
"Where did you just go?
"Oh, yes, I have fallen into a demon, filled with the desire to uphold justice, and I am very uncomfortable for a day without doing good deeds. So after I disguised myself as a human, I would do chivalrous deeds and do good deeds from time to time.
"However, I can't go anywhere, most of the time I'm in a peaceful place, and there are no demons and villains who can kill me. As a result, my desires have nowhere to vent at all. ”
Speaking of this, the Demon King's face was full of resentment and helplessness.
"I think that's the reason why Mr. Demon King will condense the [Righteous and Positive] Destiny. As the saying goes, character determines fate. Duncan added on the sidelines.
Suddenly, the Demon King's eyes shone again:
"Until one day, I came up with a new idea.
"Why should I limit myself to just doing chivalry? If I could devote myself to the greater cause of saving all mankind, my desires would be more satisfied! ”
"So what do you want to do?" Russell asked.
"You see, my demon body is so useful, not only do I have a lot of magical supernatural abilities, but I also have a long lifespan, and I have lived to this day." Demon King Masase said.
"So, I want to transform all of humanity into a state similar to mine!"
As soon as the words fell, Russell, Wind Chime, and Duncan immediately cast a wary glance at the Demon King.
Russell rubbed the stool back twice, away from the Demon King.
The wind chimes hide in Russell's phone and startle the sleeping demon who is playing a mobile game.
Duncan immediately stood up and stared at the Demon King: "You want to demonize all of humanity?" ”
"How is that possible?" Faced with the sudden change in the attitude of the two of them, the Demon King was quite speechless, "What did you think of me?" ”
"I myself have suffered from demonization, and I know that this is not a simple promotion of life form, and it will lead to me not being myself, and I am definitely not willing to let others be like me."
The Demon King firmly stated his idea:
"When I was a human, I was an alchemist.
"Therefore, I hope to refine a drug that will allow human beings to sublimate their life forms while retaining their original minds and personalities, and permanently transform into truly transcendent beings without side effects, with long or even infinite lifespans, as well as supernatural powers."
Listening to the words of the Demon King, Russell inevitably felt a surge in his heart.
Eternal life and extraordinary power are the ultimate dreams that mankind has longed for for thousands of years.
Although the former is not yet available, the latter is in the palm of the hand of the transcendent beings in the entire world, who have less than 100,000 people.
Wait a minute.
A word popped into Russell's head.
"Elixir of Age"!
The title of "Luo Qianqiu and the Elixir".
He suddenly remembered that the Academy's recent occult plague had the effect of depriving him of supernatural powers. His immediate goal is to refine a drug that will allow students to regain their supernatural powers.
In a sense, what Russell wants to do now has something in common with what the Demon King wanted to do back then.
Immortality and transcendence, two important elements, have appeared too many times in his recent fate!
This is not just a coincidence, but it undoubtedly means that there is some kind of intrinsic connection between the events he has experienced recently!
"By the way, Mr. Demon King, did you write this book "Luo Qianqiu and the Elixir", did you?"
Since he thought of "Luo Qianqiu and the Elixir", Russell simply opened his dimensional waist bag and took this book out of his bag:
"The author's name is the same as yours, but there must be a lot of people with the same name, and the pen name may not be the actual name."
"Yes." The Demon King replied in the affirmative.
"This is a masterpiece created by me as a human being more than ten years ago. After I finished writing it, I submitted it to the publisher, and it was well received by readers! ”
At the mention of this, the Demon King looked quite confident.
He patted his chest excitedly, took it from Russell's hand, boasted again, and told how he was rejected by one publisher after another, and finally was favored by discerning people, and finally got published.
Russell's expression was indifferent throughout the whole process, squinting at the Demon King's boastful appearance, and occasionally coughing on purpose.
The wind chimes that resurfaced behind Russell showed a look of disgust.
(End of chapter)