I will be a demon in this life!-Chapter 228

A few weeks later. In the great mountain range.

In the middle of rocky terrain, the ground shook every time two powers collided.

Explosion.

Arian recoiled.

He was agitated, yet his gaze was fixed on his target.

An Iron Bear, a magical beast in the sixth rank, with great strength and defense.

The Iron Bear had tougher fur, long black metallic claws, and an aggressive face. It was an extremely territorial magical beast.

"This is the test I need to keep growing," thought Arian as he held his sword tightly and watched the Iron Bear’s every move.

The Iron Bear’s greatest power was the "roar of fury," a magical sound capable of intimidating its enemies and even weakening them slightly, but in a fight in the wild, even a little something was enough to win or die.

If it weren’t for the "roar of fury," many would classify the Iron Bear as an overdeveloped wild animal.

The nearly three-meter-tall bear, with its robust body, ran towards Arian, its footsteps echoing and shaking the ground.

Arian ran towards the bear, dodged its sharp claws, and made an upward cut, but the bear quickly struck Arian’s side, throwing him against a tree, which fell to the ground from the impact.

Arian stood up, buried his sword in the ground, one of his arms was fractured in several places despite his aura, he spat blood and saw the bear that had lost its right eye.

The bear’s left eye focused on Arian.

At that moment, Arian was expelling a pure aura that seemed to fluctuate to the next level.

"I must continue, I can feel it; I must not miss this moment," thought Arian, wielding his sword again.

The bear roared so loudly that the earth shook. Its territorial nature prevented it from backing down, and each step the bear took caused the ground to sink.

Arian’s aura began to burn, the blade of Arian’s sword shining like never before.

Arian leaped swiftly, entering the bear’s range, but Arian pushed his body to the limit to exceed its speed and thus, in an instant, one cut was enough and the bear’s huge head rolled on the ground and Arian’s face was covered in blood.

Arian collapsed, but in that moment of enlightenment, he reached the "maximum level" of the fifth spiritual core, and beyond that, he defeated a sixth-rank magical beast.

"With the remains of the ’Iron Bear,’ even without its core, it’s enough to compensate for Director Stevenson’s help," Arian thought with a subtle smile of satisfaction, even though his muscles ached and he had trouble breathing.

Mina Capriarnis rushed over in her dark green wizard’s robe over the rest of her clothing and handed Arian a high-grade healing potion.

"You must be more careful," Mina warned him with anger and concern.

He nodded, drank the potion, and said:

"Thanks, Mina, now I feel less dead."

"Don’t say that."

Arian felt that all his efforts were paying off, and that made him feel satisfied. Above all, he was pleased to have Mina’s support.

"Arian..."

Arian nodded as he listened to the saint. He got up, extracted the Iron Bear’s core with some difficulty, and sat in a meditative position to absorb the energy and essence of the core.

...

In a gloomy place, with dim lights and damp, gray walls, a human with a suture on his chest writhed on a metal stretcher.

Foam escaped from the human’s mouth, his veins turned dark, he was becoming demonized, but his body couldn’t resist it. At that moment, the human’s brain had lost the ability to reason, he was just writhing out of pure instinct.

On the table next to him lay the body of a demon with dark green hair, completely red eyes, and dark skin, whose demonic core had been extracted.

To one side, leaning against a wall and using his magical perception, the handsome Van Mither noted every change that the writhing human underwent.

Minutes passed and the human lay still, having become a half-demonized corpse.

"Hmm, I think the evil artifacts are more useful at the moment," Van said with a subtle smile, and he put the notebook and pen in one of the pockets of his white lab coat.

The evil artifacts were all artifacts created from the demons that Van used as experimental subjects.

"I think the demonic core puts a lot of pressure on the human’s body and overreacts when there is a forced interaction between the demonic energy and the mana that the human already possessed," suggested Dr. Oden Vitar.

Van looked with his green eyes at the scruffy man who was assisting him in the investigation.

"That’s true, but an ordinary human won’t be able to withstand a demonic core. A Crackler, perhaps? They use our evil artifacts. Or a high-ranking human willing to sacrifice their spiritual core or mana circle, but where will we find martyrs willing to sacrifice themselves for humanity?" An evil malice appeared on Van’s face, accompanied by a smile.

Oden Vitar was only interested in the research; Van Mither’s intrigues were of no importance to him.

"Should we incite a war against a small kingdom that has suitable experimental subjects?" Van muttered as he left the gloomy room.

...

Days later in the Sevec marquisate.

During the day, Mart waited sitting in a hallway, once again tapping his right foot constantly on the floor.

A few hours later, the midwife came out and said respectfully:

"Marquis Sevec, you may come in, your children have been born."

"Children?"

He had not wanted to use his demonic perception to see his wives’ wombs, so the news surprised him. Upon entering the room, Deniris smiled sweetly and her rabbit ears twitched when she saw Mart.

"Husband, they are our children. Give them a name," Deniris said in a sweet voice.

"Twins," Mart smiled.

He saw the baby with reddish rabbit ears, some reddish hair, and red eyes. The baby had a dark red horn on each side of its forehead and white skin.

Mart picked up his son and said:

"You will be called Raften Sevec, Raften like one of the powerful ancestors of the beastmen."

Raften babbled, moving gently within the comfortable sheets.

"I think he likes the name," Deniris said happily, despite being tired.

Then Mart placed Raften next to his mother, and he took his daughter in his arms.

She was a baby with black hair, blue eyes like Mart’s, and a dark red horn on each side of her forehead.

"My beautiful little daughter, you will be called Aris Sevec. You will never want for anything, not while your father lives."