Demon Evolution System

Chapter 7

Miles' consciousness snapped back to reality. His eyes snapped open just as a hot breath washed over his face.

A wolf’s jaws hovered inches from his throat, fangs dripping black saliva, pupils burning with demonic crimson. Time seemed to slow—every heartbeat thundered like a war drum in his ears.

Then—

His eyes ignited.

Crimson light burst from his pupils, flooding the darkness.

The four demonic wolves recoiled violently as a shockwave of crimson-black energy erupted from Miles’ body, tearing through the air like a violent storm. The force hurled them backward across the rocky ground, their massive bodies crashing into stone with bone-rattling impacts.

Miles gasped violently, coughing as he rolled onto his side.

[DING]

[NOTIFICATION: You have successfully formed a blood pact with the system]

[System synchronizing with Host]

[BINDING…20%]

[BINDING….40%]

[BINDING….60%]

[BINDING….80%]

[DING]

[Emergency Quest: Kill the Guardian Hellhound]

- Rewards:

Complete Access To The System

10 attributes points

Skill: Bloodlust

- Penalty: Death

[DING]

[System has detected that host health is in a critical condition]

[System will commence healing and transformation process]

[ All stats have been boosted by 10 stats points]

Miles' body convulsed. His cracked ribs snapped back into place with sickening pops. Torn muscle fibers stitched themselves together. Burned nerves screamed as they were reforged stronger than before.

Energy flooded his veins.

His heart slammed against his ribcage as if trying to escape. His vision sharpened to a terrifying clarity—he could hear the scrape of claws against stone, smell the copper tang of blood, sense the killing intent rolling off the wolves in thick, suffocating waves.

Dark markings crept across his skin—jagged, vein-like lines glowing faintly crimson, pulsing like living embers.

Miles pushed himself upright slowly, fingers digging into the ground.

One of the wolves recovered first and glared at Miles with malice

It snarled and lunged.

Miles didn’t think his body moved unconsciously as he sidestepped instinctively with his muscles responding faster than his mind. He caught the wolf mid-leap, fingers sinking into coarse fur, and slammed its head into the stone.

Crack.

The impact shattered rock.

Before the beast could recover, Miles drove his fist down.

Crimson-black energy detonated on impact.

The wolf’s skull caved inward like brittle clay. Its body twitched once—then went still.

Miles staggered back, breathing hard.

[DING: You have killed a demonic beast]

[ DING : 3 stats points gained.]

Two holographic notifications appeared, Miles was confused and didn't understand what was going on. He didn't have time to process his thoughts as another wolf attacked from behind. He spun just in time, ducking beneath snapping jaws as claws tore the air where his head had been a second earlier.

He slashed upward with his dagger.

This time, the blade didn’t bounce.

It tore clean through demonic hide, slicing bone and sinew in a single brutal arc. Black blood sprayed across the ground as the wolf screamed and collapsed, writhing.

[DING: You have killed a demonic beast]

[ 3 stats points gained.]

The notification appeared again.

The other wolves attacked and Miles welcomed them.

He twisted aside as claws raked past his chest, grabbed a wolf mid-leap, and slammed it into the ground hard enough to crater stone. Its spine snapped instantly.

Miles didn't let it as he grabbed the wolf neck, lifting it off the ground before punching its chest. However, he hadn't learned to control his strength so his arm pierced the wolf skin and came out from the other end.

Surprised, Miles pulled out his arm from the wolf body. In his hands was the beast core which he had pulled out as well unexpectedly. Staring at the core Miles felt a sense of hunger and instinctively he crushed the core and absorbed its energy which slightly increased his physique.

[DING : You have successfully absorbed a demonic core trait.]

[ You have have gained the ability to control hellflames]

His muscles tightened. His fatigue dulled. The burning pain in his chest faded slightly, replaced by a savage clarity.

“…I absorbed it?” he whispered.

The realization hit him like lightning.

The last wolf hesitated.

It stared at Miles now—not as prey.

But as something else.

Miles straightened, blood dripping from his chin. His crimson gaze locked onto the beast.

“Come on,” he said quietly. “Don't tell me you are afraid now.’

The wolf, annoyed by Miles' taunting , attacked blindly.

Miles rushed forward instead of retreating, letting it commit fully. At the last instant, he twisted his body, claws grazing his ribs as pain flared—but he drove the dagger straight into its heart stabbing the beast core.

Blood sprayed.

The wolf collapsed, twitching violently.

Once again— the same notification popped up

More than before.

Miles groaned as the power poured into him, veins glowing faintly beneath his skin. His heartbeat steadied. His breathing slowed.

Then—

The ground shook.

A deep, layered growl echoed through the cavern—three voices overlapping into one monstrous sound.

Miles turned slowly.

From the shadows emerged the true terror of the gate.

The three-headed hellhound.

Its massive body was covered in scarred black fur, muscles coiled with lethal power. Each head snarled independently—one baring fangs, one drooling venom, one staring with cold, calculating intelligence.

Its eyes burned with pure malice.

Miles tightened his grip on the dagger. He had seen the beast easily take down two D-rank hunters so h

“…Guess it is just you and me now.’