Blade Of The Devilkin

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The sudden, intense hunger caught Beelze off guard. A hollow feeling akin to a black hole emanated from his stomach, prompting his mouth to flood with saliva. Droplets of saliva dripped down, hitting the ground and sizzling, emitting green smoke. But Beelze paid no mind to this; his body's primal urge overwhelmed him. He turned his head to gaze at the broken, unsightly black eggshell he had just emerged from.

The eggshell emitted a tantalizing aroma, as if inviting Beelze to devour it. Could he eat it? Surely, creatures often consume their eggshells after hatching, right?

With nothing else around to assuage his hunger, Beelze disregarded everything else. He grabbed a piece of the eggshell, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to chew voraciously.

Crunch, crunch. To his surprise, the eggshell wasn't as bad as he expected. It was crispy, almost like chewing on toasted rice. Perhaps it was the effect of the magma beach; it tasted somewhat baked, and surprisingly delicious!

Eating the eggshell somewhat satisfied the gnawing hunger in his stomach. However, before he could fully revel in relief, a strange memory suddenly surfaced in his mind, startling him.

This memory seemed to be a kind of legacy from the eggshell, brief yet revealing two crucial things—his identity and his name.

Beelze was shocked to discover from the memory that he was a Devilkin! It was hard to accept. When he first noticed his strange body, he never imagined he might be a Devilkin. He had even wondered if he had transformed into a monster like Godzilla, which would have been frustrating but also interesting.

Now, though, the reality was worse than he had feared...

"Oh crap, did something go wrong?! I died saving lives! Even if saving lives wasn't enough to go to Heaven and become a cute, chubby angel with a little bow and arrow shooting at pretty ladies, I should've at least been given another chance at life! Why did I become a little Devilkin?! Did I end up in Hell instead of Heaven??" He cursed inwardly, feeling powerless to correct this supposed mistake.

"Al-Ghoul Mezarah?!" A lengthy name popped into Beelze's mind as he consumed the eggshell. This must be his true Devilkin name, if he hadn't guessed wrong!

According to the memory, every little Devilkin that hatched from an egg would get a name after eating their eggshell. This name was their true Devilkin name, a mark engraved on their spirit that must never be revealed to anyone. If necessary, they could usually use a part of their name instead of the whole string.

The reason for keeping the true Devilkin name a secret was that once it was known to someone else, that person could cause irreparable harm to the Devilkin through special means! Revealing the true Devilkin name posed a great threat to their survival! It was a common weakness among all Devilkin!

It was like using a computer to create a document. The program would automatically tag the generated file with a page number. Once you knew the full name of a file, you could locate the file accurately, even among millions of files... The true name of a Devilkin was the 'tag' given by their creator! It could precisely locate the spirit of the Devilkin!

Now understanding this, Beelze resolved not to mention his true name again. Besides, only a crazy person would read such a long name, and he would still use the name he had in his previous life.

However, this incident also made Beelze cautious. Being a Devilkin was an undeniable fact once he had his true Devilkin name. In an unfamiliar environment and world, his first task was to adapt to this transformation. He couldn't approach this world with human thinking. Otherwise, he might unknowingly meet his end!

Only those who had died once knew how fortunate it was to be reborn. Who could say if he would get another chance if he died again?

Therefore, whether as a human or a Devilkin, it was crucial for him to value his own life.

The surface area of the eggshell was small, and Beelze quickly devoured the entire thing. Just as he swallowed the last piece and felt a slight satisfaction in his stomach, a voice echoed in his mind once more.

"You have awakened the Devil Bloodline System."

Beelze was shocked. "W-what?!"

Before he could react, an imaginary image appeared before him.

What appeared in front of Beelze was a... screen! In the center of the screen was a strange eye. It blinked at Beelze and made a clicking sound. The sound reminded Beelze of his mobile phone's camera shutter.

After blinking, the eye disappeared instantly. In its place appeared an image in the empty space at the center of the screen.

The image showed a squatting little Devilkin with dark red skin and pointed ears. Apart from a pair of newly exposed horns, he had a messy bunch of black fetal hair. He looked surprisingly cute!

"I-is this what I look like now?" Beelze stared wide-eyed at this 'selfie'.

Setting aside whether he was cute or not, Beelze noticed there were some options at the top of the screen.

The first option was Beautify. He reached out and touched it, and a series of tools appeared on the left side of the screen. These tools included a Graffiti Pen, Erasing Pen, Coloring Pen, and some special brushes.

"Being reborn with superpowers is all well and good, but what's with these strange abilities?"

At the same time, an Element panel appeared next to Beelze's Devilkin selfie.

Name: Beelze

Title: Al-Ghoul Mezarah

Race: Devilkin

Element: Dark

Attack: 15

Defense: 10

Dexterity: 5

Speed: 15

Mana: 10

Activity: 10

Skills:

- Spirit Master (Level 1: You can sense and devour wandering spirits.)

- Devil Bloodline (Level 1: You can harness Negative energy and enter the berserk state.)

Seeing this assessment from the system, Beelze was at a loss for words.

Although Beelze felt a sense of novelty accepting he was reborn as a little Devilkin, he didn't expect to be so weak. It was even hard for him to accept.

"Premature? Am I really premature? No wonder those Devilkin eggs around me were eerily silent. Heaven must be punishing me for hatching first!"

Even though the system's evaluation may have suggested he had no hope, Beelze still wanted to fight. First, he had to figure out how to use this system.

Luckily, despite its complex appearance, the system was relatively simple to use. It didn't take long before Beelze finally understood how to operate it.

On the first screen with Beelze's selfie, his body displayed all his current stats. Beelze wanted to upgrade himself by conjuring and defining materials with special effects, colors, and so on, and then use collage to integrate them onto his body.

However, to do these things, Beelze needed something special—Spirits!

For example, if Beelze wanted to give himself Devilkin wings, he would first use the graffiti pen to draw the wings. Then, he would write that they were wings for flying. He could also add special effects like flames or frost to the wings. Finally, after using up an equal amount of Spirits for the save, Beelze would immediately have wings just like he designed.

During all of this, the materials for drawing and special effects didn't cost anything, and he could use them as much as he wanted. But when it came to saving, he needed to spend Spirits!

The more detailed the drawing, the more complicated the description, and the fancier the special effects, the more Spirits he needed!

Basically, this Devil Bloodline System was one of Asia's top four sinister powers. It let you draw anything you could think of and then create it by spending Spirits. No wonder it's called the Devil Bloodline System...

Drawing wasn't hard for Beelze. Before he was reborn, he worked in art design. The problem was getting Spirits.

"This start is a bit tough! Where do I get my first Spirit?" Beelze wondered as the light from the purple moon grew stronger. It seemed almost like a signal. Soon, many Devilkin eggs on the beach started to hatch one after another. The little Devilkin inside broke their shells and came out, making the quiet beach suddenly lively with strange noises.