Demons Beside You

Chen Zhao knocked on the door of Sienna’s home. When Sienna saw Yura beside Chen Zhao, she was a bit surprised.

“Chen, who’s this little girl?”

“My sister,” Chen Zhao said.

Rupert was also in Sienna’s home. Chen Zhao glanced at her.

“Why is she here?”

“She helped when collecting the ingredients,” Sienna said. “I promised to give her some.”

Okay, if that was the case, then Chen Zhao had no objections.

“Shirley, come meet Yura,” Chen Zhao said. “And help me take care of her.”

“Brother, she doesn’t look any older than me.” Yura pulled on Chen Zhao’s sleeves. She felt insulted.

How come a girl younger than her could take care of her?

Shirley did a backflip and landed steadily on her feet.

“Can you do that?” Shirley asked provocatively.

Yura was dumbfounded. “You’re powerful?”

“Of course. I can beat up four or five adults.”

“Can you teach me?”

“Your brother is better. Why don’t you have him teach you?”

Yura looked back at Chen Zhao. “My brother is scary.”

Shirley rolled her eyes as if saying, You don’t say. Who doesn’t know that?

Chen Zhao accepted the two bottles that Sienna gave him. The potion inside shimmered with purple light.

Regular drinks or food wouldn’t shine like this.

If one didn’t know the ingredients, people may easily mistake it as some chemicals.

Chen Zhao shook the magic potion. “How do I use this?”

“Just drink it straight up.”

Chen Zhao thought about that and asked, “Can I drink it now?”

“Sure.”

“Two bottles?”

“If you have enough potential, then you can absorb the potion of both bottles,” Sienna explained. “If you don’t, you’ll be wasting the extras. However, one bottle is definitely enough for one person.”

“How do I know if I’ll waste the extras or not?” Chen Zhao asked.

“The feeling of fullness,” Rupert said. “The more potion you drink, the fuller you’ll feel.”

Chen Zhao put it away. He decided to try it later at home.

Sienna glanced at him. “You won’t try it now?”

She wanted to see what Chen Zhao’s limit was.

After all, Chen Zhao was so strong in her eyes—strong to the point of being terrifying.

Chen Zhao thought for a moment. “Will there be any special reactions after drinking the potion?”

“Everyone has different reactions,” Sienna said.

“What was your reaction?” Chen Zhao asked curiously.

“I haven’t drunk it yet. Rupert did earlier. Her body glowed for more than ten minutes.”

Rupert looked at Chen Zhao provocatively. “My magic is now twice as strong. I might not be any weaker than you.”

Chen Zhao was too lazy to waste time with Rupert. This girl just needed a lesson.

It seemed that of all the kids that he knew, only Shirley was more obedient.

Of course, her obedience was only relative.

Shirley matured earlier and had experienced some things.

Compared to other kids, she had a dark past, so she was more mannered.

Chen Zhao suddenly remembered what Sienna had asked him for help with.

Last time he went to Hell, Chen Zhao had specifically asked Beelzebub Zofee about werewolf blood.

He’d wanted to find a chance to tell Shirley, but she seemed to have gone out with Yura to play.

Chen Zhao took out the cork on the potion bottle and started chugging it.

He could clearly feel that the potion turned into a cyclone in his stomach.

The cyclone started converging in his stomach. This was Chen Zhao’s first time feeling the presence of magic clearly.

In the past, he knew that magic existed.

Magic power was just like strength. You knew that it existed, but you weren’t sure how much you had or how much you used up.

Even more, you couldn’t know how much more you had to use.

Now, he also understood why magic was known as Qi, or gas, in the east.

But right now, a portion of the Qi branched out of the cyclone and started flowing toward his right arm.

It also formed a cyclone in the center of his right forearm.

“How do you feel?” Sienna asked.

“The magic is gathered here, but I don’t feel anything.” Chen Zhao shook his head.

He didn’t feel full right now. It felt like he’d just taken a sip of water.

“Drink another bottle.”

Sienna found this normal. Everyone had witnessed Chen Zhao’s strength.

So, it was normal that he didn’t feel full after one bottle. This meant that he had strong potential.

Chen Zhao drank another bottle. The process was the same as before.

The cyclone in his abdomen grew bigger now, but another segment branched out and gathered in his arm.

“What about now?”

“Still no feeling.”

“Drink this one.” Sienna handed Chen Zhao a third bottle.

“Sienna, isn’t this yours?”

“One bottle is enough for me,” Sienna said. “The extras aren’t effective for me.”

Sienna was speaking the truth. She had very average potential.

She was a spiritualist who’d woken up on the first night. This was the level of most spiritualists.

Of course, even if she didn’t drink it, this potion was still extremely valuable.

However, Chen Zhao had helped her many times. Plus, she wouldn’t be able to get this potion if not for Chen Zhao.

Thus, she was willing to give Chen Zhao some more of the potion.

Chen Zhao considered this. Then he picked up the third bottle and drank it.

He finally started feeling a bit full. The cyclone in his abdomen started tightening.

At the same time, a different feeling came from his arm. It was a familiar feeling.

Chen Zhao felt that a second eye was about to open in his arm.

The second eye was right at his wrist. There was already a crack.

At the same time, the cyclone in his abdomen branched out like a tree.

Magic started going to his entire body, but they were mostly connecting to the right arm.

This time, Chen Zhao’s Mouth of Gluttony didn’t go out of control.

Everything was done under Chen Zhao’s control.

Rupert and Sienna witnessed this all—the second eye on Chen Zhao’s arm.

The eye moved around as if observing the surroundings.

Chen Zhao didn’t know what special power the second eye.

The demonic bloodline all had special abilities after being activated.

For example, the first one had Curse Vision. He just didn’t know what the second one could do.

“Do you want to drink the fourth bottle too?” Sienna looked at Chen Zhao’s unfulfilled expression.

Chen Zhao thought for a moment. “Then, how about you make some more bottles? I’ll give you more bones.”