As a demon sent to this world, I had an innate disadvantage against every hero in this story. They all held a special power that I myself could never attain. I had a feeling that this power would be the biggest obstacle in my path toward getting what I wanted.The human heart was a powerful weapon. The power I was referencing was the power of love.We've all seen this plot before in video games or anime. The villain corners the hero, creating a scenario where there is no hope of escaping, and just in the nick of time, the power of love comes to save the day.This wasn't only a fantasy element; it happened in real life too. In my old world, I've heard stories of mothers summoning Herculean strength in order to save their children. The average person only uses 30% to 50% of their total potential muscle strength.The brain acts as a protector, inhibiting full muscle fiber activation to prevent serious injury. But the moment the life of someone you care about is in danger, your brain woul

On the floor of my dimly lit dorm room, I sat in the lotus position, cultivating. Deep inside my stomach, where my solar plexus was supposed to be, I could see the image of my fractured soul core, which was now split in half.Both halves were black in color and had red lightning crackling around them. To cultivate, I had to pour mana into both halves of my soul core. The process was simple: I had to pretend as if I was using my ability and direct it at my soul core.This time, though, I thought I would try something different. Last night, while fighting Roku, I added an electric charge to the cells in my body. That was how I was able to produce electricity and then focused it on the weakest spot on Roku's body. That was the technique I used to kill him.I wanted to try the same thing with my soul core. I wanted to add an electric charge to it, then keep cultivating that electric charge in hopes that it might affect the weapon. Focusing on my soul core, I visualized adding an electrica

"Since you still refused to take responsibility for what you did, I'm challenging you to a match. You're not fit to be a hero, and when you lose, I want you to drop out of this academy and never attempt to become a hero again."Hearing Mia's words, I sighed and waved my injured hand in front of her face."I can't possibly fight you with an injured hand."She frowned."I don't believe that your hand is injured in the first place. It's probably a lie you made up so Levi and Kiki would feel sorry for you.""It's not a lie," I assured her."Then prove it."That was something I couldn't do. If I removed the bandage from my hand, she would see that it wasn't sprained; instead, it was severed from the wrist and was slowly healing. It would definitely raise a few questions and could come back to bite me in the future.Besides the school, no one else knew what my special skill was, and I wanted to keep it that way."I don't feel comfortable removing my bandages.""Then you're admitting that yo

The moment I opened the door, Mia paused swinging her sword and stared at me."You're late," she said coldly."I had trouble finding the room."She sighed."Hurry up and get changed so we can begin.""No need," I said, placing my bag on the ground and taking a stance in front of her.She frowned."Are you seriously planning to fight me wearing your uniform?"I shrugged."If I lose, then it won't matter since I'll have to withdraw from the academy."She rolled her eyes."Fine, whatever."The two of us stood in front of each other, the timer slowly ticking down until our match. Mia seemed bothered by the fact that I wasn't wearing the proper clothing and by the fact that I wasn't holding any weapon.To add to her dilemma, I was even a low-ranked student. Not even top 50 in the entire first year. She had even seen me fight before and was confident that she was faster than me.She wasn't wrong. With her speed and how injured I was, this fight should end in one hit. With some thought, Mia

Professor Vesper stood on the roof overlooking the students as they made their way home. A few left the gate and headed toward the dormitory, while others went in the direction of the mall.There were also a few students who didn't leave the school at all; instead, they went to the various training halls and combat rooms to hone their skills. These students were mostly upperclassmen, as the first years were still careless about training. Only a few took it to heart and did the work required.Approaching my homeroom teacher from behind, I called out to her so as not to startle her."Professor Vesper."Hearing my voice, she quickly turned around, and I could see tears streaming down her face. A look of shock crossed her features as she quickly turned to wipe her tears."Oh, Damien, what a surprise!" she said quickly, wiping away her tears. "I'm sorry, this is inappropriate.""It's fine," I said as I stood beside her, watching the students leave for the day. "Is this about what happened