Demon Hidden Village's Unexpected Change, Blood Debts Must Be Paid in Blood!

"Xianminglian, the Demon Blade."

As he muttered to himself, Arata casually swung the battle blade in his hand, its surface marked with dark purple patterns.

Heavy and sharp, it could receive and adapt to its wielder's energy. Most importantly, its design was broadly similar to the Horizontal Blade he had always used.

"I am a failure. I hardly ever notice whether the sunlight is bright or not, because I have no time.

"My parents couldn't support me, and my education wasn't high enough. Alone in the city, I searched for a future.

"I found many jobs, but none of them hired me. Maybe nobody liked someone who wasn't good at talking, didn't enjoy socializing, and hadn't shown enough ability.

"For three whole days, I ate only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement without having to face the unusually cold winter wind outside.

"Finally, I found a job. I worked night watch at a hospital, guarding the morgue.

"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The wall lamps in the corridor weren't lit, and everything was dim. I could only rely on the little light leaking out of the rooms to see where I was stepping.

"The smell there was awful. From time to time, dead bodies would be delivered in body bags, and we would help carry them into the morgue.

"It wasn't a very good job, but at least it let me afford bread. I could also use my free time at night to study. After all, nobody wanted to come to the morgue unless a corpse needed to be delivered or taken away for cremation. Of course, I still didn't have enough