Brian was dead, but for some reason, Ryan Carter somehow knew about Brian's past. Then, Ryan Carter realized that not only had he come back to life in another's body, but he hadn't reincarnated in America, England, or any other Western country.

A strange world called the Continent of Chio, a foreign nation named the Lancelot Empire—this was a bizarre land of swords and magic, where different races roamed.

Brian's parents died young. After their deaths, when he was only ten, his uncles sold him to slave traders, who in turn sold Brian to the Babylon Academy of Magic and Martial Arts—from then on, Brian's life was shrouded in darkness.

Brian was sixteen when he died. At the Babylon Academy of Magic and Martial Arts, he had always been assigned to the weakest department—the Necromancy Division—as a menial laborer.

For six years, his job was to help the necromancy students move failed necromancy experiment remains—skeleton bones, zombies, and other waste—into this graveyard. Besides this main task, he was also responsible for serving tea, fetching water, sweeping, pest control, and all sorts of miscellaneous chores.

And then—students from the Necromancy Division would use him to test the combat abilities of skeletons or ghouls, or even experiment with necromancy spells on his body.

Timid and cowardly, Brian lived a life worse than death for six years, his body covered in scars. He ate bread that was hard to swallow, did endless chores, and whenever the necromancy students lost a magic duel to students from other divisions, they would take it out on Brian for practice.

A sixteen-year-old boy, tormented for six years—how cruel is that for a child?

Many times, Brian wanted to end his life, but he was too cowardly to even commit suicide, so he endured six years of pain in silence.

Finally, two days ago, he was killed when a "wraith" summoned by the little witch Lisa from the Necromancy Division invaded his soul. At the moment of death, Brian felt no pain, only a bittersweet sense of relief.

After six years of moving corpses and shattered skeletons, in the end, Brian was thrown into the very grave where he often dumped waste, discarded as trash by another menial laborer.

Ryan Carter had always thought his own life was dark enough, but compared to Brian, Ryan Carter suddenly felt a sting in his nose and, for the first time, realized how fortunate he had actually been all these years.

Understanding Brian's past, Ryan Carter's nose tingled, and he let out a choked sigh: "How could there be someone as foolish and timid as you in this world! Brian, I've taken over your body; I should do something for you."

A faint, liquid-like sensation suddenly stirred within Ryan Carter's body. At that moment, a sharp pain struck Ryan Carter's mind, and fragments of memory abruptly surfaced. That trickle of liquid slowly circled through Ryan Carter's body, and Ryan Carter became somewhat dazed, passively absorbing a wealth of knowledge in his mind—knowledge from the eccentric old man Logan Bennett.

There are nine realms in demonic cultivation: Solidification, Vein Expansion, Soul Shaping, True Demon, Bloodthirst, Demon Division, Indulgence, Nine Transformations, and Heavenly Demon. Demonic cultivators kill as they please, acting without regard for morals or laws, pursuing absolute power.

Once one becomes a demon, they can possess earth-shattering, world-moving supernatural powers.

No one knows how long he sat there, but Ryan Carter learned many things he could never have imagined before. And Ryan Carter was certain that something had gone wrong with Logan Bennett's final demon-seed technique. His own soul was gone, but all the memories of cultivating those demonic arts had been left to him.

That faint flow within his body must be the most basic and vital demonic essence for a demonic cultivator—the foundation of all demonic cultivation. According to the memories from Logan Bennett, it usually takes at least three to five years for a demonic cultivator to condense even a trace of demonic essence. Yet Ryan Carter, knowing nothing beforehand and having done nothing, truly possessed a wisp of demonic essence within him—though pitifully weak, Ryan Carter knew it was real.

Ryan Carter thought to himself that the crazy old Logan Bennett, though intending to use him as a scapegoat, never expected to send him to such a strange time and place. The jumbled demonic cultivation techniques in his mind must have been left by Logan Bennett before his death.

As for this unfamiliar world, although Ryan Carter had learned a little from the pitiful Brian, Brian was just a timid menial at the Babylon Academy of Magic and Martial Arts, so his knowledge was very limited. For the sake of his future, Ryan Carter began to ponder in silence.

Brian was dead, Ryan Carter had taken over his body, and now Ryan Carter was Brian, who had been sold to the Academy—a permanent mark of identity. In this strange world, the punishment for runaway slaves was terrifyingly cruel, so Ryan Carter couldn't run, and probably couldn't even if he tried. Besides, Ryan Carter had no money—not even a single copper coin.

After careful consideration, Ryan Carter finally decided to return to the Babylon Academy of Magic and Martial Arts—only there could he hope to change his status as a slave, and perhaps do something for the pitiful, departed Brian.