“Say whatever you want, Demon Lord. I have a clear conscience and can face myself with no shame.”

Brian Carter’s expression was indifferent, without the slightest ripple of emotion. “The Demon Lord is, after all, a hero of his generation. Now that you’re facing death, you should at least show some heroic spirit. Don’t let Mr. Carter look down on you—”

Before he finished speaking, a magnificent streak of tempered silver light swept across the black void. The peerlessly sharp sword light split Logan Bennett cleanly in two, and behind it, thousands upon thousands of flying swords surged forth like a tide, bombarding, slashing, and devouring the last remnants of this peerless demon’s body.

Logan Bennett made no attempt to resist the entire time, still staring at the swordsman opposite him with blood-red eyes.

Yet all his shattered and separated flesh turned into blood flames, converging into his pupils.

“Are you joking with me? When a person dies, it’s like a lamp going out—nothing remains. What’s the point of talking about heroic spirit? But, this game between you and me is far from over. Just like a cornered rat biting a cat, or a trapped beast making a last stand, so it is with me! Listen well, Sword-asker Brian Carter! In the future, you will surely sink into endless desire, and I, the demon, will be reborn from your corpse. Things between us are not over—”

……

The next morning, Brian Carter suddenly woke from his sleep, gasping for breath. It took him three minutes to calm the panic in his chest, after which he frowned deeply, lost in thought.

After being reborn in this body, he had actually forgotten the most important thing.

You will surely sink into endless desire, and I, the demon, will be reborn from your corpse—so, does that mean the strange events that happened to him yesterday were because of you, Logan Bennett?

A cold glint flashed in Brian Carter’s eyes, but he soon shook his head, turned to look at the clock, and saw that it was already nine in the morning.

At that moment, a sudden ache and numbness came from his right arm, as if the limb was about to stop belonging to him.

Brian Carter knew what was going on and could only smile bitterly in silence. It was the aftereffect of that sword strike yesterday; such sword speed had clearly exceeded what this body could withstand.

Although he had done some simple treatment afterward, without specialized acupuncture tools, the effect was limited.

He had been muddle-headed at the time, thinking this was his original body?

With a hint of regret, Brian Carter knocked himself on the head, then got out of bed and walked heavily to the bathroom, staring intently at the ‘self’ in the mirror.

As for the original owner of this body, Brian Carter had more or less figured things out yesterday on the school bus, and had a general understanding of his current situation.

The body he now occupied could hardly be called ‘fortunate’—in fact, it belonged to an unlucky soul who had lost both parents just half a year ago, enough to draw tears of sympathy.

It’s worth mentioning that the original owner’s background was somewhat complicated—in the words of this world, extremely ‘dramatic.’

—This was related to both of Ethan Thompson’s parents. First, his father, Charles Thompson. In the original owner’s memories, he didn’t know much about his father, only that he had once been a disciple of a prestigious sect in the Eastern world. Over twenty years ago, he was expelled from his sect and moved to the United States of America.

Then there was Ethan Thompson’s mother, Eleanor Weldon, who also had an extraordinary background.

She was once a member of the Wiltonstein family, a direct descendant of the current family head, and the fourth heir to the Wiltonstein Holdings Group.

The so-called Wiltonstein Holdings Group was one of the most important businesses of the ‘Wiltonstein’ family.

The latter was at least among the top fifty noble families in the United States of America, with a long lineage stretching back nearly nine hundred years, one of the earliest pioneers of the New World. Today, they wield great influence in both business and politics.

However, this did not mean the original owner could benefit from his background. His parents’ union had never received the blessing of his mother’s family.

And Ethan Thompson’s mother, Eleanor Weldon, because of this marriage, had been stripped of her inheritance rights by the family as early as twenty-five years ago.

Ethan Thompson himself didn’t know why he was still in the Wiltonstein family’s line of succession, but the family had always ignored him. The original owner had barely met any relatives from his mother’s side since childhood.

So the current Ethan Thompson was almost completely isolated, with no one to rely on.

Actually, it wasn’t entirely true that he had no family—Ethan Thompson had an older sister, and there were a few relatives on his father’s side in the United States.

But from the original owner’s memories, those so-called ‘relatives’ were as good as nonexistent.

As for his sister, who had already returned to the family—

Thinking of Jennifer Weldon, some images suddenly flashed through Brian Carter’s mind, making him frown deeply, a trace of displeasure flickering in his eyes.

Chapter 5: Name Change

Brian Carter quickly collected his thoughts and once again focused his attention on the rather handsome face in the mirror.