Chapter 44 - Simon Crypts (1/2)

”Wake up, breakfast is ready.” A loud feminine voice shouted through the door.

Simon woke up from his slumber, yawning as he tried to get out of bed.

”Diana, I will be there soon, just give me a minute.” Simon spoke as he stretched his back.

Ever since his spontaneous resolution, Simon felt like he was truely enlightened. He didn't feel as much connection to his novel as he once did. He simply lived as if he was a person of this world. He worked everyday to grow his strength, reusing his old techniques. One of these techniques was of course the [Wraith's Talons].

But this time, he knew he was no god power genius. He has no pills, he only has his knowledge and his own judgement. With the power of his own self, he had already decided to work until he can no longer improve. This would be how he can live his best life.

But of course, that is not all to Simon's new life.

Simon was born into the house of Crypts in the Demon World. The Crypts bloodline is one of pure noble heritage, tracing their family tree all the way back to Sata Crypts; Blood Monarch of Blades. Through this noble bloodline, he gained the ability to become a Devil even at birth. Although, this didn't instantly promote him to a high rank visionary.

His body was in autopilot for the last 16 years, where he made no contact with the outside world and only worked on building his foundations. At this point in time, he had finally gained control for an entire month and had grown to become a 3rd rank visionary.

This progress of course would only be considered as great, for his age group, but Simon knew that there are monsters in his age group that are already 4th rank. It's all a matter of talent. And Devils just have so much, even with the constant training, Simon could only amount to a 3rd rank.

However, Simon is no ordinary Devil.

'Xander hasn't talked since I got here. Shame. I kinda miss the guy, even though I only knew him for a little while.'

Simon ended up being born into the body of Simon Crypts, the 4th son of Karlus Crypts. His older siblings were already nobles of their own house by now or they were still attending Blood Academy.

He had apparently been born into a decent family, meaning that there was no infighting or schemes against each other. This however, didn't mean that he received much outward affections. His father d.e.s.i.r.ed for him to supplement his near mediocrity with effort. This meant that Simon lived a life of pure devilish pain as he trained his body and mind to grow accustomed with the true nature of devildom.

'Effort is key.'

Although his body was in autopilot, he could feel every sting and bruise. Nothing was easy anymore.

”F**k the plot.” Simon routinely whispered.

'Just have to remember an important thing, never become fixated with the plot. It's like Santa, non-existent.'

Simon left his room in his day clothes, entering a grand dining room as he walked Brough a long and wide corridor. Inside were 6 other similarly dressed young devils and a single a.d.u.l.t devil enjoying a dark coloured drink.

”Simonifirac, take a seat. I have important news for everyone here.”

Simon took a seat at where the other young devils, pouring himself a cup of wine.

”Well then, my children...” The older demon spoke.