Irwin had anticipated his own death. After all, what he longed for was the expensive eternal life, and it was difficult to repay such a gift at any price.

When leaving Daisy Castle, Irwin had prepared the manuscript for his new book. Unfortunately, it was only a rough first draft and Irwin had no chance to make it perfect, but Irwin felt that his editor would not mind it.

The demon swung his long knife and slashed Irwin's chest, causing blood to swell and his clothes torn.

Irwin heard the girl's scream and saw the notes flying out from under his coat. The pages were smashed by the blade, and the scattered pages were flying like heavy snow.

His body fell heavily into a pool of blood. Irwin was about to die, but when he was about to die, a piece of paper fell in front of him. The scrawled writing was soaked in blood and burned strangely, emitting a dazzling golden light.

.

The text on this page describes a mysterious existence, which was the first stranger Irwin met when he just left Daisy Castle and began his journey to eternal life.

Irwin had never seen such a person before. He seemed to know all the works of art and philosophical history of the past and present. Chatting with him was simply a pleasure.

Irwin told the story of eternal life with many people, and everyone's answers were surprisingly consistent and wrong. But only he, his answer made Irwin extremely satisfied, because that was exactly what Irwin insisted on.

, the real answer to eternal life.

"Irvin Fleischer."

A low, hoarse voice called Irwin.

The sound twitched Irwin's silent heart, causing it to beat violently again like an engine.

"Irwin, you are exactly what I want, of great value, if you are willing..."

In my memory, at the end of the chat, the man said this and stretched out his hand towards him.

I put down my pen and stopped describing the man. It was obviously the first time I saw that man, and it was obvious that he simply said something with unclear meaning.

But what I know is that as long as I agree to the man, I can get the eternal life I have longed for...

No one told him why, but he knew secretly that as long as he held the man's hand and handed over his destiny to him, he would usher in eternal life.

"No……"

He shook his head, rejected the man's invitation, and said goodbye to that eternal time.

For a mortal, this is definitely a deal that is hard to refuse, but he rejected it so easily. Looking back now, I feel incredible.

The man's hand froze in mid-air, and he laughed so hard that tears overflowed from his eyes, as if his rejection made him feel even more happy.

"so good……"

The man stood up, his figure covering the sky and the sun.

"Irwin, you didn't disappoint me." The man's voice was evil, like a ghost, echoing in his ears, "If you promised me, you would be worthless."

I vaguely guessed the man's identity.

"You share with me your view of eternal life, your life story, then I will bless you."

When parting, the man stretched out his fingers and pressed on his chest. The burning pain spread in his chest, even carving out a mark of the sun.

"I hope your trip is worthwhile."

The page was completely soaked with blood. At the end of the text, Irwin saw the man's name that he had recorded.

Irwin called softly.

"Belphegor."

In an instant, the power to reverse life and death burst out from Irwin's chest. The brand of the sun burned fiercely, completely healed, and returned to the body. His heart beat loudly, squeezing the only blood and giving it infinite power, instilling it into every inch of flesh and blood.

inside.

Irwin felt that his body was about to burn under the scorching sun, all pain sensations were fading, the hideous wounds began to heal, and the broken bones were reset and recast.

The hazy hallucinations disappeared, leaving only absolute clarity.

Someone was standing behind Irwin, and Irwin knew it was the man named Belphegor, who was watching him in the darkness.

Then turned and left.

Irwin murmured, "We're settled."

The demons looked at Irwin who stood up again, wondering how this ordinary man still had the strength to move. Some demons wiped the saliva from the corners of their mouths and stared at Irwin's flesh and blood greedily, while others picked it up curiously.

The page of the book, trying to see what was written on it.

There was also a demon who picked up the ticket sandwiched between the pages. The two tickets were stuck together, one was old and the other was brand new.

Just as the devil was trying to observe the two tickets carefully, a deafening roar rang out.

Cinderella had never seen Irvin like this before, and it was as if she had gotten to know him again. No matter what kind of crisis he encountered before, Irvin could always remain rational and calm, just like a decent gentleman, even if the angry waves were approaching.

, and never lose etiquette.

But now Irwin's eyes were red, like a savage beast, and unimaginable power erupted from his old body. He stepped on the blood and paper, and cut the throats of the demons accurately and continuously with his deadly dagger.

A bloody rainstorm blew in the narrow corridor, and before the devil had time to react, a rough punch smashed his face.

"Give it back to me!"

The dagger was like an ice pick, easily piercing the demon's forehead and piercing his brain. Then with another heavy punch, Irwin broke the demon's neck.

Before the body fell, Irwin took the ticket back from the devil's hands. When it returned to Irwin's hands, Irwin suddenly lost his rage and wildness.

Irwin returned to his familiar appearance and stumbled against the wall. His muscles were sore and exhausted. He looked at the tickets affectionately, carefully wiped away the blood on them, and put them back into his pocket.

Only then did he feel at ease.

Blood flowed over Cinderella's feet, and her eyes were filled with confusion.

Irwin relied on his violent impulse to kill all the demons in the corridor. The corpses were piled up together, exuding a disgusting smell.

Cinderella said to herself, "The author is a perfect liar."

Irwin did not speak, but showed the same smile as before. He staggered towards Cinderella, with countless bloodshot eyes hanging on his body.

Cinderella did not back down. While she was deceiving Irwin, Irwin was also deceiving her. This guy whose pen name was Blue Jay was definitely not as simple as he let on.

But Cinderella felt that Irwin would tell her that secret next, and she was looking forward to it.

The intertwining of blood and fire peeled away the hard shell of the two people's secrets until they were exposed to the sun.

Irwin clutched his chest. The devil's power healed his injuries, but it could not change his mortal nature. He was so tired that he almost collapsed.

The girl in his eyes began to blur, and several double images were superimposed on her. Suddenly Irwin seemed to see the figure that haunted him again.

Irwin stretched out his hand in supplication.

Warm light shone on Irwin's body, and then billowing fireworks poured out from the elevator entrance and engulfed Irwin. The roaring heat wave enveloped the corpses of the demons, rushing through the intersecting corridors like a gaseous tide.
Chapter completed!