D.E.M.O.N.S: Getting Summoned Weekly isn't so Bad - Chapter 142: The Other Way

“Stop following me!” Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him. But now she was everywhere, suffocating him.“I’m only trying to protect you,” she responded.Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself.”She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving.“Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence.“Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…”“Then why do you want me to stop following you?”“I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end.“Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away.“I did,” he sighed in defeat.

Ren Wu died once.Two thousand years ago, he was the Imperial Chancellor who governed Hell itself—an Auditor who enforced cosmic law, taxed gods, and sentenced demons with a brushstroke.Then Heaven and Hell cooperated.He was assassinated before he could finish signing a decree meant to fix the cycle of reincarnation.Now, he has awakened in the body of a dying factory owner at the bottom of the modern Underworld.His wealth is his health.His business is survival.His enemies are corporations, gangs, ancient clans—and the government of Hell.While others cultivate to become immortal heroes, Ren Wu cultivates assets.He monopolizes supply chains.He weaponizes contracts.He turns gangs into employees.He turns ancient cultivation manuals into corrected instruction manuals.To Ren Wu, modern cultivators are not warriors.They are illiterate workers using corrupted translations of Hell’s employee handbooks.As Ren rebuilds his corporate empire, fragments of his sealed memories return…Why did his archaeologist parents send him an ancient coffin before vanishing?Why does the Administration desperately want him erased?Why does every ancient family’s sacred art trace back to Hell?To uncover the truth, Ren Wu must do what he does best:Acquire political shields.Build unions.Exploit loopholes.Rewrite laws.Because in this world…You don’t punch judges.You don’t sue gangsters.And you never fight the system.You become the system.

This is a story of crime, scandal, and romance.

A century ago, colossal stone swords descended from the skies, stabbing deep at the heart of twenty-eight cities.Like so began the Sword Trials.Worlds against worlds, species against species, set in a separate, unique, battleground realm that resembled the greatest sword-themed, faction versus faction MMORPG to ever exist.Levels, Legendary Equipment, Hidden Quests, Guilds, Territories, Spawns, NPCs, Sword Skills, Loot that could transcend worlds through a special currency…Only those who can awaken their sword marks would be called Bladeborns, warriors of their race.Armed with Soulbound Swords of varying tiers that decided their ranking in the modern hierarchy, they would fight for the continued existence of their worlds.Ending the battle, however, proved far more difficult than expected. A seemingly unbreakable hundred-year stalemate was reached.The apocalyptic ending eventually faded from everyone’s minds, and being a Bladeborn suddenly turned into a profession.Some even treated the Sword Trials as a mere game.Schools began adding swordsmanship classes as a major subject, and those who excelled beyond their peers at the same high school would be called Sword Prince and Princesses.One such celebrity was Daru Finnley, a young man who had an unusual love for the sword.Named the Fallen Sword Prince after a disastrous awakening ceremony, the label of genius changed into garbage overnight.But his “trash” sword held a secret.And so did his soul…Three worlds WILL fall.