The Sword God of the Universe - Chapter 897: The Clay Ox Enters the Sea

When humans step into the Galactic Era, the ancient art of cultivation thrives once again.

[The Demon King is Dead], a story in which the Demon King got immediately killed in the Prologue. I became the ‘Demon Prince’ of said novel.

…Help me.

Luis, a poor 17-year-old boy, tries his luck at becoming an Awakener to change his fate. However, his dreams are shattered when he fails to awaken a Special Spirit and is instead saddled with a 5 million dollar debt by their planet's colonizers, the Flying Star Empire.His life seemed doomed—until a mysterious system suddenly appeared in his head: The Monster Transformation System. It gave him the power to transform into any monster or animal he had ever seen.From a cat to an eagle, even a horse, Luis begins to understand that his power may not come from Spirit... but from the ability to become any monster.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.