Reincarnated As The Diabolic System

The same day when Shane set off, he found that a few people were following him in secret. He first wondered if they were this old guy's enemies. But after walking for a long time, none of them came out to ambush him.

So Shane could safely assume that they were probably his bodyguards.

He frowned. He wanted to get rid of those people. Since this old man was so powerful that he could still feel dark energy coursing through his veins, similar to his own power, he should be able to protect himself. Then why would the man need those bodyguards

He shook his head and continued to walk. He would eventually have to find a way to get rid of this tail. For now, he should first start measuring this guy's desires.

Hmm... doing good deeds...

Shane looked around in a bored manner. There was one thing he hated the most, and that was being pretentious. He didn't want to pretend to be a good guy. He had never been one. In fact, during his college days, if he liked something, he would do it regardless of the outcome. He wouldn't care if the thing he did was righteous or not.

He was close to having drugs once because of his friends, but he didn't like the smell. Otherwise, he would have been addicted to it until the end of his life.

At this time, doing good deeds like this made him feel suffocated. He looked around at those old and wrinkled commoners walking on the street and gulped.

"Hope, do I really have to do something like this?"

"Otherwise? Do you want the original host to come back and test it for you?" replied Hope.

Shane went silent as he sighed and walked over to a blind old lady and asked, "Do you want me to help you cross the road?"

Hearing his words, he suddenly heard footsteps stumbling behind him. He pressed his forehead. Since the bodyguards had followed the original host for quite a while, they probably knew that there wasn't a single good bone left in this person's body. This was possibly the first time they saw him attempting to assist someone.

No wonder they stumbled.

The old lady smiled and said, "Young man, no need. I'm good."

She was about to go away when Shane caught her wrist. "I insist! Let me help you!"

Shane, despite the old lady's rejection, dragged her to the other side of the road and let her hand go stiffly. After he left her, his shoulders relaxed, and he leaned against a wall.

"So? "Tell me the good news," Shane inquired.

Hope was silent for a while before she replied, "Nope. Nothing."

Shane felt relieved. He wouldn't have to act pretentious for the entire time to fulfill this old man's last desires and purpose.

After that, he decided that he would have to travel a lot to find the true purpose of this old man. Damn it, why was his mission this time so strange? He shook his head and started heading in another direction.

Just then, one of the black shadow bodyguards who had been hiding and silently following him came out and blocked his path. The man, dressed in black from head to toe, bowed to his feet.

"Master, where are you going?"

Shane raised his brows. "Do I have to tell you everything I do?"

He didn't understand why this bodyguard had inquired about this. He thought hard about when these bodyguards started trailing behind the original host. It was perhaps around the time when the previous demon king was still around and alive. He hadn't defeated the other man yet, and he was just a subordinate, pretending to be submissive.

The original owner lurked in the dark, trying to find an opening to kill the demon king. Back then, he easily found it and killed the man. Soon after he became the demon king and ascended the throne, he was given a group of bodyguards to follow him in the name of extra protection.

Shane frowned when he thought of this. Why would a king need extra protection? And where did these bodyguards come from

The original owner was a dumb leader. He didn't even bother asking about the backgrounds of those bodyguards and just waved his hand.

But Shane wasn't the original owner. He frowned as he found this thing a little suspicious. He decided that he should just try and dismiss these people as he raised his head.

"I wanted to take a break. I feel so tired."

Soon he felt that the tensed body of the man in front of him relaxed as he nodded and wandered away, vanishing into the darkness without a trace.

Shane frowned deeper upon seeing this. Was the other man worried that he would end up doing or finding out something he shouldn't

This thing made him even more curious. He raised his head and looked around. Through his senses, he could tell where those people were hiding. It wasn't difficult to leave them behind now that he knew where they were.

So first things first, he needed to get rid of these bodyguards and find out about their backgrounds.

After thinking about it, he silently let go of the fierce, dark aura and surrounded those bodyguards silently, as if he were attacking them head-on.

Suddenly, the people hiding in the shadows changed their expressions several times as the leader of them called out. "He's gonna attack us. Were we caught?!"

"It's impossible! We shouldn't have been! How could it be possible!?" yelled another person in shock.

Shane heard those words despite the bodyguards' low voices. He scoffed and made his aura even fiercer.

He knew it. There was something wrong with this group of bodyguards. They were too nosey in his life. He squinted his eyes as he made his way toward the righteous cultivation cities.

Since doing good deeds wasn't his real motive, he should just head toward the dwelling place of this body's eternal enemies. They might end up giving this body some kind of purpose.

As he thought about it, he hummed a song while walking down the street. Just as he crossed the border, he was suddenly surrounded by a group of righteous cultivators, aiming their weapons at him. Some carried swords, while others held fans.

"Demon king, submit yourself! You shouldn't have crossed the border today!"

"What's your purpose for coming to the city of humans? Tell us of your evil plans, and we'll let you go!"

"You must have planned to destroy everything like before, didn't you? Guys, let's get him before he can do anything about it." f𝗿e𝙚𝘸e𝐛𝚗𝐨𝙫𝚎𝙡.c𝒐𝐦

And so, all the so-called righteous cultivators didn't even give a second to let the other person speak before they attacked together in unison. All the swords, knives, fans, and even some formations were aimed at Shane's body.

The latter frowned and said, "How come you guys are so biased when it comes to the demon kings? Can't I just walk out to take a stroll?"

But his voice remained unheard because everyone else was busy attacking him with their powers. Suddenly, it seemed like a circle of magical powers of different colors surrounded Shane's lone body, dressed in black.

He moved.

His thousand-year-old body was agile and fast. He even knew how to use cultivation powers with spells and weapons. So he didn't need to purchase anything at this time.

He simply raised his hand and wrote a Chinese letter to craft a spell in midair. Dark energy flooded the spell, making the word glow in a blood-red color. The entire place started to tremble at this time, making the cultivators stop in their tracks.

Soon enough, the entire sky was covered with red instead of black. It almost looked like blood was leaking from the sky.

When everyone saw this scene, the colors of their faces changed.

One of the cultivators yelled, "It's the blood rain! Run!!!!!!"

Blood rain was one of the most powerful techniques that this old man used to scare people off. Of course, it did more damage than good. The moment the blood rain touched an area, it would start rotting in the worst way possible. If it fell to the ground, the vegetation would start melting to the point of turning into a pool of blood.

If it fell on top of a living person, even if it were an animal, that being would end up being in a worse condition. The skin of their bodies would start melting bit by bit at a very slow pace. And there was no way to stop it from happening. The situation was uncurable for the cultivators and other living creatures.

The pain from that kind of attack was so bad that even after staying awake for days, the person wouldn't die and was forced to face the worst pain. It almost felt like millions of scorpions would attack and sting their bodies one after another.