Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1025 - 739: With Its Name, Comes Its Power_2

"Could it be a house?"

Roger said self-mockingly.

The next second he no longer hesitated, his soul power contracted into a ball, enveloping the entire surface of the mirror.

Sizzle!

The mist dissipated, the smooth mirror surface appeared empty, but as time passed, additional things emerged within the mirror’s reflection of nothingness.

It was a wooden cabin built at the edge of the forest.

Surrounded by lush green trees, the morning sunlight filtered through the gaps between the trees, leaving dappled light on the clearing in front of the cabin.

A small plot of farmland had been cultivated there, with thriving crops growing in the field, and two plump little pigs penned in a nearby fence.

The crowing of roosters and barking of dogs painted a picture of idyllic rural life.

"It’s really a house, huh?"

Roger murmured to himself. Facing this result, he was not particularly disappointed, as if he was already mentally prepared.

However, just as this thought arose, the next second, the vision shrouding the cabin was drastically pulled back, bringing more scenery into view.

It was a slaughter happening in the forest.

A carriage lay overturned by the roadside, goods scattered everywhere, a fine horse crushed under a heavy weight, letting out a piercing scream. Meanwhile, in the bushes not far from the road, slaughter and rape were taking place.

The trees, representing vitality, instead became a natural cover for the sins, with warm blood splattering and the pitiable cries coming to an abrupt halt.

The heads of the innocent, the laughter of the brutal. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Compared to the other patch of idyllic rural life, the tragedy unfolding here seemed like hell on earth.

"What is going on?"

Roger felt doubt creeping in, but in the next moment, his sight was pulled back again, and Roger "saw" even more scenery.

He saw a princess living in a castle, beggars hiding in the sewers, prostitutes standing on the street corners, and a wanderer singing for a few coins.

"Whoosh..."

The wind howled, with a giant dragon flying over the snow mountain peaks.

The azure sea surged, with oddly-shaped creatures leaping out of the water.

Mermaids strummed and sang, sirens danced in the moonlight, and in the depths darker than the abyss, demons were stirring restlessly.

Vampires slumbered in caves, as a pure maiden offered her first pain...

The myriad states of the mortal world, countless scenes.

Countless images converged before Roger’s eyes, the information he absorbed grew overwhelming, and in this moment, he seemed to become everyone, forgetting his ultimate self.

From deep within his soul came immense pain, yet Roger couldn’t realize his current state, laughing at times, crying at others, sometimes silent as a stone, and sometimes driven to madness.

Just as Roger’s soul was about to be completely torn apart, peculiar symbols enclosed him.

Those symbols roamed through Roger’s consciousness, stitching up his soon-to-be-split consciousness like a needle, forming a ring.

The madness in his eyes faded, every part, be it person or object, what was about to happen and what was happening, everything turned into the most basic pixels.

All things converged, the mottled light dots formed the final image.

A face Roger knew all too well.

His own face.

"I am me."

"Roger."

Ping.

Fine cracks appeared on the smooth mirror surface, quickly shattering into pieces, and at that moment, Roger had never felt his existence so clearly.

Not because of his body.

But because he felt his own soul.

Then, he "opened his eyes" again.

The room was engulfed in darkness, Roger glanced at the table, instantly counting the grains of sand falling in the hourglass.

"Has time not changed at all?"

A trace of surprise showed on Roger’s face.

At this moment, without the guidance of energy, the beams of light in the room disappeared, leaving only a sliver of light shooting in from the side of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Though in the final stage, Roger saw his own face in the mirror, he knew his true identity was definitely not that of an ordinary modern person.

The convergence process explained everything, and the final manifestation was merely due to Roger’s acknowledgment of himself.

From the depths of his heart, he hoped more to be Roger, the person in his memories.

"Whether it’s the will of the world or the aggregation of countless remnant souls, these things don’t matter. For the soul, self-determination is the true core."

Once this belief was affirmed, Roger sensed that the mark formed by the Aden Dharma Seal symbol gradually merged with his soul.

A moment of clarity arose within him, a new Aden Sword Imprint was about to form, but unlike the other four sword imprints, the Aden Sword Imprint does not require rigorous swordsmanship training.

Roger could exhibit a fraction of its power through swordsmanship, but when it comes to soul power, it cannot be comprehended through common sense.

"Finally, it’s over."

Roger instinctively relaxed, and he soon discovered the new changes brought to his soul upon reaching the Third Tier.

But just as Roger was about to muster his strength to attempt entering the Soul Realm in soul form, a sudden, violent knocking on the door interrupted his thoughts.

The external power was quickly retracted, and Roger also realized the identity of the unexpected visitor.

"Valanie?"

"This woman..." Roger mused briefly, but his powerful soul force quickly revealed the changes in Valanie.

He rose and quickly opened the door, and the next second, a fervent body squeezed into Roger’s embrace.

"What the hell?"

"A honeytrap?"

Roger frowned, "Even if you have a grievance with me, you don’t need to go this far. The potions I prepared are entirely configured based on the physique of a Transcendent."

"Even if she merely smells a little... Wait!"

Roger suddenly realized something. Although he had many ways to dismiss Valanie, the manor wasn’t currently empty.

Interfered by the potions, Valanie’s body had long been dominated by emotion, and if left unchecked, she’d truly experience rough treatment tonight.

More importantly, when she woke up, all her memories would tell her that she brought it upon herself.

"Be thankful you met a good person."

Murmuring to himself, Roger pulled Valanie away and shut the door, but upon turning, the scene inside the room was already quite unsightly.

"What a peculiar experience."

Roger said calmly.

While contemplating how to handle the situation with Valanie, familiar footsteps sounded outside the door.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Roger, but a while ago I detected some auras that surprised me, and I couldn’t wait to verify them."

Roger knew that the surprise earlier must have caused the leak of his aura, but since Aerfie had already asked, he naturally couldn’t deny it.

Stepping back to open the door, Roger saw Aerfie in the moonlight.

"Yes, thanks to Ms. Olivia’s support, I successfully entered the Third Tier just now."

Roger replied.

"That’s truly good news!" Aerfie showed a rare smile.

"Congratulations, Mr. Roger. I’m sure Ms. Olivia is eager to hear this good news."

"With your strength increased, many plans can proceed smoothly."

Aerfie wore a perfectly measured smile, clearly showing her deep consideration for Olivia.

"By the way, after entering the Soul Realm, what should I call you?"

Aerfie asked with a smile.

Every Transcendent who enters the Third Tier likes to prepare a unique name for their new identity in the Soul Realm after recognizing themselves.

This new name not only represents their distinct characteristics but also signifies their true power.

No lies exist in this matter.

Because this power originates from genuine self and the recognition of true self, it allows their Soul Body to exert real power.

By its name, fulfills its power.

Is both name and power.

Facing this question, Roger must provide the most honest answer; he couldn’t even muster a thought to lie. The rules bestowed by soul power would force him to state the name that best represents his characteristics.

"Forgot to mention, in the Soul Realm, you may call me Aerfie, or you may call me Ex Machina."

Aerfie added with a smile and repeated expectantly, "How about you, Mr. Roger?"

"World."

"That’s my new name."

Before the words even settled, Aerfie’s smile froze on her face.

Roger really wanted to lie, but he couldn’t, and as those words escaped, the soul consolidated, making past speculations reality.

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