Demon! Taste My Sword!

The corridor was quiet. Rain echoed outside, and muddy shoeprints tracked rainwater past every apartment door.

The rainy season had arrived. Damp cold and the dim corridor cast everything in somber shades, until someone appeared out of thin air and made enough noise to trigger the motion-sensor lights. At last, a patch of brightness broke through the gloom.

"I was only telling the truth. Has that wretched woman lost her mind? Hiss... that hurts a little." Su Lin rubbed the spot between his brows and winced.

"Good thing I stacked plenty of armor. She's still a long way from killing me."

Meek and cautious in other worlds, throwing heavy punches in the Type-Moon World.

The whiplash from that gulf in power should have been disheartening, but he seemed to have grown used to it. It happened every few days.

In a roundabout way, it had strengthened his resolve.

"What's the date today?" Su Lin checked his phone, then took a key from the separate space inside a nearby fire hydrant.

Everything was as usual. His mother was making soup in the kitchen, while his father watched Approaching Immortal Cultivation on CCTV-10 from the sofa.

Tony had stirred up plenty of trouble in this world lately. Between that and the spectacle Su Lin had caused with Manifesting Before the People, society had begun to enter the so-called Spiritual Qi Revival stage.

"I'm home." Carrying a plastic bag of takeout containers, Su Lin opened the door and changed into slippers. "I ordered a few stir-fries, so don't cook lunch."

His mother called from the kitchen, "You never give us a heads-up. Every time you come back, you could at least tell us first."

"It's my own home. Why would I need to announce that I'm coming back?" Su Lin replied with a