Zhou Huai closed his eyes, and his consciousness instantly sank into the System's "Personality Editor."

A light screen unfolded before his eyes, and from the perspective of a creator, he began to rapidly type out line after line of text.

【Your name is Moria.】 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

【You were not born a high-and-mighty Demonic Lord. Originally, you were just an ordinary civilian living in a small city on the border of Great Xia. You had a warm home, loving parents, and an innocent younger sister. Back then, your greatest dream was simply to change classes into an ordinary Lifestyle Professional and live a peaceful life.】

【However, the turning point of your fate arrived on that blood-colored night.】

【A passing high-level Toxin-type Professional, in order to refine a certain forbidden potion, took an interest in your sister's Pure Yin Body constitution. He and his subordinates easily slaughtered your entire family like crushing ants. To protect you, your parents were corroded by toxins until not even their bones remained.】

【You fought back with all your might, but your sternum was crushed by a single kick, and your eyes were even cruelly gouged out. The other party felt that you weren't even qualified to be Materials, so like discarding trash, they threw your dying self into the abyss dungeon outside the city designated as a forbidden zone—the Polar Night Abyss.】

Zhou Huai's fingers danced rapidly across the virtual light screen; he could almost feel the despair of falling into endless darkness.

【The Polar Night Abyss is a place of death without a single trace of light. It is filled everywhere with bloodthirsty magical beasts and appalling Poisonous Miasmas.】

【You should have died. But the hatred in your heart was even more intense than the Devilish Qi of this abyss.】

【You struggled through the darkness; with your eyes blinded, you used your skin to sense the fluctuations of the air currents. With your body broken, you devoured the corpses of dead magical beasts like a wild dog.】

【Here, you accepted the curse of the dark night.】

【You no longer yearned for the light. You took the initiative to embrace the darkness, allowing that cold Devilish Qi to erode your internal organs inch by inch and reshape your bones. You discarded all warmth, compassion, and weakness, sacrificing your Soul to the Eternal Night.】

【You lay dormant in the abyss for fifty whole years.】

【During these fifty years, you experienced tens of thousands of life-and-death battles. You learned to prowl in the shadows, learned to refine the corpses of your enemies into Devilish Qi, and even learned to use Devilish Qi to create absolutely loyal Shadow Assassins.】

【Ultimately, you trampled over all the Lord Monsters of the Polar Night Abyss and became its new king.】

【When you stepped out of the abyss once more and returned to the world of men, you were no longer that cowardly youth. You were the Night Stalker.】

【That night, alone, you infiltrated the guild base of your former enemy. You did not use any flashy Forbidden Spells; instead, you merged into the shadows like an elegant god of death, dragging that high-level Professional and his thousands of subordinates into your Eternal Night Domain.】

【In the ultimate darkness and terror, you made them watch helplessly as their own flesh was stripped away bit by bit by Devilish Qi.】

【Your great vengeance was achieved, but your heart was completely empty.】

【You discovered that revenge brought you no pleasure, and the light of this world could no longer warm you. All that remained was your absolute control over shadows and a deathly silence and aloofness that reached your very marrow.】

【Until... you felt the Creator's summons.】

【You understood that all the suffering and transformation you experienced were for the sake of becoming the sharpest and most hidden Blade of the Night in the Creator's hand.】

Typing the final character, Zhou Huai let out a long breath of turbid air.

This was not just writing a story; it was shaping a living, breathing Soul.

“Confirm injection,” Zhou Huai muttered in his heart.

“Buzz—”

Accompanied by a soft chime from the System, a massive stream of memory data surged into Moria's Sea of Consciousness like a flood.

The next second.

Moria, who had been standing quietly on the Dragon's back, suddenly shuddered.

His eyes, which were originally hollow and lifeless, suddenly snapped open!

What kind of eyes were those?

There were no whites, no pupils—only two deep, swirling pools of pure darkness.

In that gaze, there was no joy or sorrow, no anger, only the coldness after experiencing the vicissitudes of life and an absolute deathly silence that viewed all things as dead!

The moment Moria opened his eyes, the aura of a high-level Professional that had been fairly obvious on him weirdly vanished.

If not for Zhou Huai being able to clearly sense his existence through the System's Soul link, one would think that spot was just a patch of irrelevant air or a faint shadow cast by the sunlight, based purely on the naked eye or conventional mana detection.

He had perfectly blended into his surroundings.

“As expected of the Night Stalker...”

Watching Moria's transformation, a hint of irrepressible amazement flashed in Zhou Huai's eyes.

This extreme restraint and concealment was an excellent effect that even his main body could not achieve, even after activating multiple skills.

If a top-tier assassin's very presence could be completely erased, then the moment he swung his blade would be the enemy's time of death.

Moria slightly turned his stiff neck.

He looked at his fair, slender hands and felt the surging, obedient Devilish Qi within his body. Then, he slowly turned around to face Zhou Huai.

There were no superfluous movements, nor any impassioned oaths.

Moria simply knelt on one knee very naturally, placed his right hand over his chest, and lowered his head deeply.

“My Lord.”

His voice was hoarse and low, as if squeezed out from the ice of the Nine Nether Hell—extremely brief and extremely aloof.

But in those mere two words was contained an unquestionable, unwavering absolute loyalty.

Because in his memory, Zhou Huai was the god who had redeemed him from the endless ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) void.

“Very good.”

Zhou Huai was very satisfied with Moria's performance. This kind of personality setting—a man of action and few words—was simply perfect for an assassination-type Clone.

“Rise. Find a spot nearby and focus on comprehending what you need to learn.”

“As you command.”

Moria rose slowly, his form distorting like ripples in water. Right in broad daylight, he merged into a small shadow on the Demon Dragon's back and silently began his meditation on Domain skills.

Tsubaki, standing to the side, took all of this in.

In her green eyes, full of natural vitality, flashed a light of keen interest.

“These shells of yours, condensed from various powers... they really are quite interesting.”

Tsubaki crossed her arms, circled halfway around Zhou Huai, and said softly, “I can feel that the silver-haired boy just now was originally just a dead thing with nothing but powerful energy. But in that instant, he gained warmth.”

“Though that warmth is as cold as ice, it is indeed a true fire of the Soul.”