As I walk more and more into the light, I get blinded. I shield my eyes with my left arm. I continue walking until I no longer feel the cold and unpleasant feeling from the Pit of Life. Every step I take, I can feel the uneasy warmth that the white world has.

A Bell tolls, as loud as thunder

As soon as the bell rang, I start to feel ill. I can no longer walk.

I start to feel exhausted, I collapse to the ground, and fall asleep.

Unknown Time passes by

I awaken to the sounds of birds chirping and tree branches moving through a chilly but warm breeze. I open my eyes and get blinded by the sun. I sit myself up on the fresh green grass and stare at the beautiful clouds and blue sky. The sun shines bright over the beautiful open and untouched large green fields of grass. I can't help but admire such beauty. Especially after being locked away in a cell for four years and surviving through the pits of hell. I smirk at this beautiful world as it is great to be back. I truly have never enjoyed this world to its fullest potential. Now that I lost it all and come back, I really want to do things that I never got to do.

But, as much as I want to enjoy the weather and scenery, my rage is etched within my soul and mind. I can't stop thinking about them... The ones who ruined me and the ones I hold dearly. My cheerful and wholesome smirk quickly turned into the opposite, I have to remember my goal. The reason why I came back is not to enjoy life, it's to become the devil of the ones who destroyed me. I'll make them regret all that they have done... I don't know what the god did to make me end up in these lands, but I'm sure that Johnny will be with a scared face once he finds out I'm still alive.

Anyways, It's time to figure out where I am. The God said that I will be in a far away land, but borders the Kingdom of Roxannia. There are very few lands that border Roxannia. If I remember correctly, Roxannia is in the center of this massive continent. To the snow filled north, is the Federation of Eisenhope. Eisenhope is led by a brutal ruler called Rorke. Rorke has done everything he can to ensure his lands were to never be invaded. The way he did this was by creating a massive military might. Anyone who dared to oppose his rule, anyone who dared to invade his country, anyone who he simply didn't like, received the wrath of a terrible and brutal war. Not even the Kingdom of Roxannia dared to stand in Rorke's way.

Also, The Hero of The Sword lives in Eisenhope. She has become the symbol of Eisenhope's pride, military strength, and prowess in battle... It will be tough not only to fight her, but to even reach her as she is the leader of Rorke's personal Royal Guard.

"Hmphh.... The Sword Hero..." I sigh and say to myself while enjoying the breeze

4 years ago...

"ARGHHHH!" I scream in pain

Inside of the cold and filthy cell, I'm getting continuously whipped and assaulted by The Sword Hero... and I cannot do anything about it since these chains attached to me restrict me from doing anything.

"STOP!" I yell in pain as my skin gets slashed

I look at The Sword Hero... She looks at me with a crazy wide eyed look as she tortures me. The Sword Hero has an incredibly flustered face, as she enjoys my suffering.

This pain... I can ignore the pain as much as I try to, but this internal pain in my heart, its endless.

The Sword Hero stops slashing me with her whip

"Ha* Ha* Ha*" The Sword Hero laughs under her breath

She reaches for a wooden box on the floor that she brung with her to my cell. Inside of it, is numerous sex toys and torture devices... Who knew that such a person like her, can be a degenerate sadist.

She takes off her Black metal chest plate and her swordsmen outfit. The Sword Hero takes off her holy sword that was on her back, called the Sword of ArcLight, and puts it softly on the cold gravel ground. She's now in her underwear, and proceeds to do what she wants with me.

Present Time

I continue to stare at the sky emotionless as the wind breezes through the grass and flows through my short gray hair.

I remember the first time I met The Sword Hero, it was in a royal gathering of swordsmen in the wealthy Empire of Loonland, south of the Kingdom of Roxannia. I was representing the Swordsmen and Swordswomen of the Royal Duke family. Me and several other families were celebrating the acquisition of the holy sword ArcLight, as it could only be achieved through sheer determination and will power within the depths of the deep Black Sea that surrounds our entire continent.

The Hero of The Sword, also known previously as Vexy The Great, is a powerful, strong willed, and beautiful hero. Unlike the other Heroes which are pure breed humans like myself, Vexy is a demi-human. She has a bright orange fox tail, orange fox ears, and lime green eyes. Her hair is also orange, and has a bit of a busty figure that made any man want to fall for her. Her calm demeanor and strong determination to do what's right seemed completely true to cause. She also represented the demi-human race as a beacon of hope and unification of pure breed humans and demi-humans, which made people like her more. But just like the other heroes, I, and everyone else was completely wrong. Behind her heart warming smile and lusty looks, was a mind so twisted and terrible... That no person could ever bear.

I stop thinking about The Sword Hero and put my hands behind my head, I lie on the warm grass, continuing to enjoy the nice breeze

Anyways, the Empire of Loonland that is south of Roxannia is known for its beautiful warm weather and beaches. It's also known for its political scandals and secrets that many people there hold within. Royals in almost every country in this world love spending their time at Loonland whenever they get time to go on vacation with their families...

I smile deviously with my eyes closed

To the west of the Kingdom of Roxannia, is the Woods of Dark Oak. The Woods of Dark Oak is technically not a country and is open tree filled lands that can be invaded upon, but is home to numerous Elven tribes and demi-humans that live in the tall, dark oak trees. The majority of those tribes and bands of people that live in the Woods of Dark Oak are often discarded or runaway slaves that used to be used by people, mainly us pure breed humans. I can't help but feel pity for them. In the past, I never thought much of their lives as I thought it was normal for them to be slaves. But now that I went through what they did, being mistreated, mentally broken, raped, tortured... I can definitely see why there were demi-human led revolts in the past against countries and slaves running away from their masters on a frequent basis....

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Aside from that, to the east of Roxannia, are dozens of small Republics and Kingdoms that constantly brawl each other. The majority of the lands there are beautiful green open fields with towns and villages that are all over the place. There is deep forestry in the far east, near the Black Sea. There is also The desolate, skeleton filled Black Lands, where the Republics and Kingdoms have fought over ever since the day they were formed.

I stand up from the grass field and look around the area I'm in. All I see is just open fields and small bits of woods that break the fields apart from one another. I see a road far off in the distance, probably made by traveling merchants while going to towns. I'm guessing that this new land the God was talking about is to the east of Roxannia. I have never been to these lands before, as the Kingdom of Roxannia has never sought interest to deploy troops here in the past.

Oh well... To start my revenge, I need to start training... Even with me having my powerful physically fit body and the skills as a once renowned swordsman, I cannot take down my foes easily in this state.

I stop looking around my surroundings and look below me, at my hands

I'm still part of the Duke family due to the curse I still have on my right hand. It is passed down through different generations of my family. It is known as (The Curse of Fellowship). The Curse of Fellowship is not really a curse to me, but a blessing as it allows me to unleash massive amounts of power and strength. But at the cost of immense pain that breaks almost every bone in my right arm and erases parts of my soul. Which leads to memory loss or even death. This is something only unique to my family, and is unknown to the rest of the world. Thanks to this hand, if I ever need to, I have a secret trump card at my disposal.

In order to make sure I and other family members don't use this curse unintentionally, all members of our family cover our right hands with a special magical black glove that chains the curse and its powers. Thankfully when I woke up in this world, I had my glove on.

I stop looking at my hands and I analyze myself

I'm wearing a dirty slave shirt along with pants that have numerous holes. I have nothing with me. The swords I used to always carry, my long black leather coat, my sword sheaths, my spell bag... I almost feel naked and no longer my old self without those things.

As I check my shallow pockets in my pants to see if I have anything, I remembered something.

The power of (Corruption)

This power the God has given me... I need to find out what exactly it is. I heard stories of some powerful demon lords that had this power across the world in a land afar, but I thought they were just bar tales and town stories.

I sit down on the grass and put my left hand out in front of me. With a serious look, I take my left hand and start using my fingers to draw a small magical pentagram with my fingers on dirt. If done correctly, this should show me my abilities, skills, and levels when it comes to Corruption.

A moment passes by

I finish drawing the pentagram...

A moment passes by

Suddenly, I'm presented with a burst of powerful dark magical glow. I look down upon the pentagram, the dark glow slowly starts to fade away and I'm able to read ancient text In the center of the pentagram.

(Corruption)

Skills:

Level 1: Immorality- The ability to deceive, (Unknown power), unmatched wickedness, (Unknown power)

Level 1: Iniquity- Distort- magical spell, (Unknown power), (Unknown power)

Level 1: Bend to will- Twist people's minds to whatever you shall please- requires direct contact, make inflicted persons feel what you desire- requires direct contact (Unknown power), (Unknown power)

Level 1: Steal- (Unknown power), Steal people's memories- requires direct contact

Level 1: The Heart- (Unknown power)

Level 3: Implantation- (Unknown power), (Unknown power)

Level 10: The Fool- Create or force false memories within people- requires direct contact, (Unknown power)

Level 10: Altering- Alter appearances- requires direct contact

Level 10: All seeing eyes- Allows yourself to see one minute into the future- magical spell, Increased perception, Allows analysis of other creatures/humans

Level 1: Time Break- Slow down time, (Unknown power)

Level 10: Limit Break- Surpass your natural limits/all skills are increased by a multiplier of 5x- requires large amounts of magic

Level (Unknown)- Corrupt- (Unknown power)

I look at the magical pentagram with a satisfied look.

"Hahah, To think that this god would give me all these powers..." I say and laugh to myself while grinning.

Even though most of the powers are hidden, I can eventually learn them by leveling up my skills.

I take my hand and swish the pentagram with my hands and then mush the dirt. The pentagram disappears...

I look away from the ground and out into the open green fields

I also have special swordsmen skills that I earned during a long and vigorous training set by my mother and father. Half of the skills I learned are unique only to my family given blade, Durandal. Durandal was my black long sword that I always kept sheathed behind my back. One of the skills I had with Durandal was known as (Moonlit sky). Every slash or swing I took with the sword, small almost star like-shining lights fell from where my sword was swung. That skill alone give me a good reputation among swordsmen and for good reason. If one of those tiny shining lights touched skin that is bare, it will engulf the thing I'm fighting against in flames. But, that skill can easily be defeated as long as someone has protection magic applied to them. Another skill Durandal had was (Anemic). If something alive gets cut or punctured with my sword, It would cause unstoppable bleeding no matter how small the would I inflicted could be. It also gives my foe Anemia, which causes problems with blood flow and weakens my enemy.

It's going to be a pain not having those skills, but I can make do without them. As I still have skills that I have in myself. When I was in battles and not using Durandal, I had one normal sized sword sheathed on the left of me. I have a special skill which allows me to make any blade I hold, whether it would be a sword, knife, or even an axe, into a bright and extremely hot weapon. This skill is known as (Brightburn).

Even without my skills, my family made me into an excellent swordsman. I can move incredibly fast and the way I use my swords are almost on par with the powerful Black Holy Knights from the Church of Vivoke, a place far in the north of Roxannia.

My stomach rumbles~*

I stop thinking and stand up from the grass

"Well... Guess its time to find food..." I say to myself while stretching my arms