True Immortal Heart-Chapter 49: Rejecting the Primordial Demon

Although Dusk had no intention of becoming a demon’s avatar, he still wanted to gather more information—just in case this demon turned out to be an enemy’s patron in the future. Better to be prepared than caught off guard.

"We’ve just met. I don’t even know who you really are or what an avatar is. How could I possibly agree to something like that?" Dusk replied, feigning confusion.

Truth be told, there were many things he genuinely didn’t know. Apart from the basic concepts of demons and avatars, he knew absolutely nothing about this particular one.

"Oh? I haven’t introduced myself, have I? I’m one of the Primordial Demons—the Demon of Misfortune. It might not sound very pleasant, but I am the embodiment of bad luck. And recently, I sensed that you’ve been particularly unlucky, which is why I’ve chosen you." the Demon of Misfortune said matter-of-factly.

This world, in truth, was governed by countless rules and restrictions. Those demons who had yet to fully awaken were especially limited in power.

That was why this demon couldn’t perceive what had happened to Dusk before his awakening. He couldn’t read memories, nor was he aware of the existence of the system.

All he could see was a human who had experienced an extraordinary streak of terrible luck in a very short span of time.

’Damn it... Why does it feel like you’re just insulting me? And why "Primordial Demon"? Could it be that in this second life, they’ve awakened earlier than before?’

Everything the Demon of Misfortune had said was basically a declaration that Dusk was cursed with the worst luck imaginable. And not just ordinary bad luck—the kind of catastrophic misfortune that stood out even in a world like this.

Though the number of unlucky incidents Dusk had encountered wasn’t especially high, each one carried a dangerously high chance of death. That alone had caught the demon’s attention.

From what the demon could perceive, if this streak continued, Dusk wouldn’t survive for much longer. Of course, that was assuming the system wasn’t in play—because with the system by his side, it would be very difficult for him to actually die.

Even so, Dusk remained extremely wary of any Primordial Demon. That title alone was more than enough to hint at the sheer scale of their power.

"Sorry, but I’m not your so-called magnet for misfortune. You’ve got the wrong guy." Dusk shook his head and firmly rejected the offer.

"Young man, why bother denying the truth? Look at yourself. Every time you run into trouble, it’s always life-threatening, isn’t it? You’d be better off becoming my avatar. Not only will it help you survive longer, but I can also cure your blindness," the Demon of Misfortune said with a sly smile.

The reason he remained so patient and persistent in trying to persuade Dusk was simple—he needed an avatar who was not only powerful but also compatible with his essence.

If he had already fully recovered, he wouldn’t need an avatar at all.

Still, becoming an avatar did have one particularly appealing advantage: the bond between demon and avatar could never be severed, and a demon could never directly kill their own avatar.

Of course, if a demon truly despised their avatar, there were always loopholes—such as asking another demon to do the dirty work.

Under normal circumstances, this might have been enough to sway Dusk, at least a little. But not now.

After all, with the system on his side, he felt that even if misfortune clung to him like a shadow, he wouldn’t actually die. The system simply wouldn’t allow him to perish so easily.

"Are you kidding me? Everyone knows demons aren’t exactly the benevolent type. I’m not accepting your offer, and if you’re done, kindly send me back," Dusk replied coldly, without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing how stubborn he was, the Demon of Misfortune no longer bothered with words. Instead, he used his authority to forcibly inject a torrent of knowledge directly into Dusk’s mind.

Dusk was surprised, yes—but not afraid. He knew that, in his current state, the Demon of Misfortune didn’t possess the power to actually harm him.

’Are you serious? This guy really has a power that causes endless misfortune to his enemies? How the hell do you even deal with something like that? It seems like there’s only one way... but I can’t use it yet.’ 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The demon’s abilities truly lived up to his title. All of it revolved around spreading misfortune to others.

Just imagining a future where he had become much stronger, only to end up slipping on a banana peel and dying while fighting this demon’s avatar—his eye twitched involuntarily at the absurdity of it.

As tempting as such a power was, it simply wasn’t his path.

"Your power is genuinely impressive... but I’ll have to decline," he said bluntly.

Now, the Demon of Misfortune was truly surprised. A mere mortal, after glimpsing such a formidable power, hadn’t even wavered?

"Could you at least tell me why?" the demon asked.

Though he was certain he wouldn’t be gaining an avatar today, he couldn’t help but feel intrigued by Dusk. He hadn’t expected to meet someone this interesting so soon after awakening.

"Maybe I have been experiencing life-threatening misfortunes lately, but our paths are fundamentally different. I have my own ambition—one I’ll chase with my very life," Dusk declared. His voice carried the full weight of his conviction.

The Demon of Misfortune fell silent for a moment, clearly surprised. He hadn’t expected that the one he’d chosen at random would actually have a defined path.

"Well then... it seems you and I truly can’t walk the same road. Don’t go dying too early, kid. One day, we’ll meet again—and next time, perhaps as enemies. Show me the strength of your will and the power you claim to have," the demon said.

With that, he flung Dusk back into reality and went off in search of a more suitable candidate to become his avatar.

...

At last, Dusk returned to the waking world. The sensation of blindness was far from pleasant—it was like being trapped in a world stripped of all color and direction.

Lysandra, noticing he had come to, quickly rushed to his side with a worried look.

"You’re awake. Are you alright? Why are your eyes darting around like that?" she asked with concern.

After all, his behavior was noticeably different from before. She was beginning to worry that he might’ve suffered brain damage and lost his mind.

"No problem, I’m just blind. Like I said—before the sun rises tomorrow, as long as I’m alive, I’ll fully recover from all my injuries," he replied with a grin.

That smile, in such a situation, only further convinced her that he truly had unwavering confidence in his future.