The Damned Demon

[ Quest initiated ]

[ Your soul will now possess a human nearest to the target ]

"Wait, who is that human going to be?" Asher asked, but the next moment he felt as if his entire being was squeezed into a bottle. He could feel even his senses undergoing drastic changes.

And the next thing he knew, he was sitting on a chair, staring at a computer screen.

"Uh…" Asher felt a bit disoriented, but then he shook his head and looked at his hands to see…human hands.

'I already possessed a human?' Asher touched around his face just to feel if it really happened, and as expected, he was really in a human body.

He even had a beard and a mustache, making him wonder which human he possessed. However, the feeling of weakness was quite strong.

But what made his eyebrows raise was the memories and information entering his head. All these memories belonged to a human named Arthit, who was a teacher in this school, living a boring, single life in his 30s.

Asher saw this man's lifelong memories in just a split second, like watching a movie, but it didn't feel like a personal experience, unlike how he saw his own memories. He felt more like a bystander, but he did understand the personality and mannerisms of this human.

"What you blanking out for, Arthit? Get the marks entered into the computer and send it over. That fat ass principal will otherwise fire our asses," A man called out from behind.

Asher cleared his throat as he nodded and said in a low voice, "A-Ah, yes, yes. I have it prepared, and I will send it right away," Asher was able to quickly adapt to the mannerisms of his host body, thanks to the memories.

Asher first checked his stats to see how things had changed,

HP : 30 / 144

MP : 0 / 224

STR : 6 (50)

DEF : 5 (29)

INT : 0 (45)

DEX : 3 (20)

[ Status : No mana circuit in host body ]

'No surprise there…' Asher could see that this human body was too weak to contain his power. But he expected this since Merina had warned him and told him how ordinary humans didn't even have a mana circuit.

It was no different than being in the body of a cripple.

But he wasn't worried since Merina had taught him how to copy the mana circuit from his original body to this body. Of course, such a makeshift solution would only create an inferior and temporary mana circuit that would keep degrading over time. But for 10 hours, that should be more than enough.

Asher decided to do just that as quickly as possible but seeing the computer before him, his mind sparked with the curiosity to search up his human name and see how the world treated him after his death.

He knew the clock was ticking, but the curiosity to know was burning from within. He also wanted to know how his head ended up in Oberon's hand. Did they put up his body in a public place or what?

Before he knew it, he already had the search engine opened and typed in "Golden Prince".

The search results came barging in,

( The Corrupted Prince…A tragic story of a prince who once stood at the peak )

(The Golden Prince was the perfect example of how no man is safe from the corruption of demons. More information below…)

'What the hell is this…' Asher mumbled with a harsh squint, but he kept reading on…

( Not so golden anymore. Majority of the companies, websites, vendors, and even books have expunged the name of the Corrupted Prince in light of his infamy during the Demon King's invasion )

( Why did the Golden Prince team up with the Demon King to try and kill his own team and fellow Hunters? Did he do it in hopes of getting more power, or had a love for demons from the beginning? Click below to find out why! )

'No…no…' Asher's eyes were shaking at this point as all sorts of dark emotions flashed past his eyes.

( The Golden Prince statue was brutally vandalized and broken in half due to public outrage, which was well deserved )

( Families of the 20 Hunters who fell to the corrupted prince came together for the first death anniversary of their beloved family member who died unfairly but with honor )

( Countries from all over the world have struck down any company or groups that promoted or supported the name of the Golden Prince. They also came to a common agreement to punish anyone who still supported this heinous prince even after his death)

( Bravery and selfless sacrifice awards awarded to every single member of the team 'Eternal Knights' for successfully killing the corrupted prince, a man who was once their leader and like a family to this team )

Asher closed the browser with an empty expression. But his fists were clenched tightly and uncontrollably shaking as his eyes flashed with killing intent.

The teacher sitting behind Arthit furrowed his brows when he saw the objects around him visibly shake while the computer screen and the light above began to glitch. He also didn't know why but he felt as if the air around him was suffocating him and sending chills down his spine. He was so frightened his face immediately paled.

"A-Aaah! Everybody get down! A-An earthquake is coming!!" He shouted in a trembling, weak voice, making the others in the office look at him with a bewildered expression.

The man wondered why everybody was looking at him like that and was about to shout out a warning again when he saw everything seemed alright around him, making him blink his eyes with a stupefied look. But why did he feel like he was about to die?

The computer screen was displaying fine, and the lights were alright too. Did he imagine that?

He then saw Arthit getting up, "Hey, where are you going? What about the mark sheets?"

He saw Arthit stop and looked at him with a simple smile, "I had sent them over. Please take a look at them before sending them to the principal. I will go and get some air."

"He finished already?" The man mumbled in surprise as he got up with a awkward look, hoping everyone didn't see his stupidity.

Asher walked out of his office and went into the washroom for staff. He got into one of the toilet cubicle and locked the door behind him and simply stared at the wall in front of him.

His entire body was visibly tremoring, and the next second he raised his fist before punching the wall right in front of him again and again.

He didn't even let out a shout or whimper but clenched his jaw tight as he just kept striking the wall with his fists.

But in his mind, these words kept repeating over and over again,

'I will kill them…I will kill them all….How dare they….' His entire being was burning with flames of resentment that only became wilder by the second. He never expected the world to remember him like this despite how much he sacrificed…how much he bled for them and how much he believed in them.

He realized even more how fickle, selfish and hypocritical the people were. He knew his old team changed the narrative to make it look like they saved the day, and he was the villain to claim the credit and reap the rewards.

They successfully inscribed their names into history as "legendary" figures who killed the Demon King and were also lauded for their painful "sacrifice" of killing the corrupted prince who was once their "family".

He never expected they would stoop to such a detestable level to besmirch his name and his entire achievements and sacrifice during his time as a Hunter in one single stroke. Especially not Aira, whom he still unconsciously didn't expect to ever destroy him like this...even after his death. This was the most devastating blow anybody could do to a person.

And the final nail to the coffin was the fact that the world easily believed them and pointed their blades at him, tearing apart his name and legacy without the slightest hesitation despite the number of times he saved them. As if butchering him in person wasn't enough.

He had never felt so alone and abandoned in his life. He stopped striking the wall as he lowered his fist, his knuckles reddened and bruised with spots of blood here and there.

He rest his forehead against the wall as he closed his eyes, feeling so wronged and resentful. He can't believe he wasted his entire life for this world.

'No…I don't need anyone…No matter how long it takes or what I have to do…I will make them all rot in hell…' Asher mumbled as his eyes shone with a eerie dark green light. His entire being radiated a darker aura that was different than before.

Within his body, pathways were being burned into his bones to form a temporary mana circuit that began to glow with a dark green light.

Merina had told him that for inexperienced people like him, it would take at least couple of minutes to use his soul power to cast the spell and copy the mana circuit from his original body to this body.

But if she had seen how he did it within couple of seconds, she would have her jaw slack in shock. The more shocking part would be how he cast the spell for this using purely the power of his thoughts. Usually, one would have to draw runes on their host body to cast this spell.

Asher took a look at his stats,

HP : 93 / 144

MP : 135 / 224

STR : 25 (45)

DEF : 19 (29)

INT : 27 (45)

DEX : 15 (20)

[ Status : Power limited by host body ]

Asher could see that his stats were still not strong as his original body. But he didn't mind since this was more than enough to complete this quest.

With cold, determined eyes he came out of the cubicle, ready to finish this.