Chapter 1: Trapped in a Deadly Prison, Creating Demons!
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Wuling County, Death Row.
Lu Sha was thrown heavily into the cell, pain wracking his entire body.
He opened his eyes in bewilderment, at a loss.
A moment ago, he had still been wingsuit flying on Tianmen Mountain.
The next, his vision went black—and he found himself in a completely unfamiliar world!
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"Boy, enjoy your last moments, heh heh!"
The two jailers escorting Lu Sha wore menacing expressions. They glanced at a wild-haired inmate in the same cell, then sneered and locked the iron door behind them as they left.
After they departed, Lu Sha propped himself up, holding his head as he began absorbing the memories of his new body.
It didn’t take long for him to understand his situation.
In his previous life, Lu Sha had been born to an ordinary family.
But with his cleverness, relentless effort, ruthless methods and wolfish ferocity, he had built up a vast business empire!
Yet just as he was at the peak of his power, he was diagnosed with a rare and fatal disease—his days were numbered.
Unwilling to die bedridden, Lu Sha threw himself into every extreme sport he could find.
In the end, during a wingsuit flight, he succumbed to his illness and died—only to awaken here.
The “Lu Sha” of this world, though sharing his name, was the complete opposite.
This namesake had just turned eighteen, born to a wealthy merchant family.
But the boy was mediocre—a timid, incompetent soul.
Not long ago, his father died suddenly, and the family’s vast fortune caught the eye of the county constable.
Because this young master was so weak, the constable had little trouble seizing the Lu family’s wealth and throwing him into death row.
The poor lad, terrified out of his wits, had literally died from fright once thrown into this hellish prison!
Thus, the current Lu Sha was born.
“To think someone with my name could be so useless.”
“Enough. From now on, I’ll take charge of this life.”
Lu Sha thought to himself, then began surveying his surroundings.
The cell was small, without even a bed—just a layer of mildewed straw on the damp floor.
In the left corner lay a rotting corpse, the stench unbearable, yet no one bothered to remove it.
Most horrifying of all, there were obvious bite marks on the body!
Looking closely, the marks weren’t from animals, but human teeth.
Other than himself, only one person remained in the cell.
Thinking of this, Lu Sha turned his gaze to the right corner.
There, crouched a wild-haired, whimpering brute of a man.
Though his face was hidden, a mad, violent gleam shone in his eyes—like a rabid beast.
A maniacal monster!
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“That old scoundrel—seizing my family’s wealth, locking me in death row, and still not satisfied. He won’t rest until I’m dead.”
“His methods do resemble mine somewhat, though not quite ruthless enough.”
“If it were me, I’d have slaughtered the whole Lu family that very day, twisted off the young master’s head with my own hands just to be sure.”
“But since he’s left loose ends, he’ll be the one to die someday.”
Lu Sha’s expression turned fierce, his eyes cold.
He felt no hatred or anger toward the county constable’s actions; in fact, he rather admired him.
This world was such—eat or be eaten.
Only the weak waste time on resentment and rage.
The strong only think of how to repay the debt tenfold!
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But Lu Sha was in no rush. What mattered now was dealing with the immediate threat.
The other inmate in the cell was dazed and half-mad, not in his right mind at all.
Seeing a newcomer, the madman instinctively wanted to pounce, but after being fixed with Lu Sha’s vicious glare, he hesitated, not attacking immediately.
Still, he prowled the corner, whimpering—ready to explode at any moment.
Lu Sha stared him down, slowly retreating to the opposite corner, setting up a standoff.
But this was no long-term solution.
This world resembled ancient China, but with supernatural power!
There were martial artists, cultivators, and even demons, ghosts, and evil spirits.
The man before him had iron chains piercing his shoulder bones, several acupoints nailed shut with steel spikes.
Such treatment was reserved for martial artists.
Lu Sha himself was unscathed, because his body had no cultivation at all—he was physically weaker than the average man.
As the saying goes, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse.
Though this mad convict’s power had been crippled, he was still far beyond ordinary men, and his aggression was terrifying!
His previous cellmate had been killed and eaten alive by him.
The county constable had deliberately ordered the jailers to put Lu Sha in this cell—murder by proxy.
If the original young master had survived his fright, he would still have been torn apart by this lunatic.
But now, it was Lu Sha.
Even though his body was far weaker, he was not so easily dealt with.
Lu Sha carefully studied the madman’s chains, a plan forming in his mind.
If he could strike the man’s old wounds, he might have a chance!
But his body was too frail; to land a heavy blow, he’d need a weapon.
His eyes flicked to the two femurs of the corpse nearby.
He had trained in swordsmanship back on Earth, and wasn’t half-bad.
If he stripped the flesh, the bones could serve as short clubs—a makeshift weapon.
With that, he’d at least have a fighting chance.
Even if he lost, he wouldn’t make it easy for the madman.
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Lu Sha had made up his mind.
He kept his gaze locked on the madman while stealthily reaching for the corpse.
But as soon as he touched the rotting flesh, a mechanical voice rang in his mind!
[Low-grade evil material detected. Demon Editing System activated.]
[Host may collect various materials to create demons!]
“Hm?”
Lu Sha was stunned, then a flash of joy lit his face.
So it had come after all!
As the system activated, an eerie black lotus appeared in his mind’s eye.
This was the source of his golden finger, visible only to him.
The black lotus was a closed bud, with only one petal unfurled, glowing faintly with spiritual light.
Above it hovered a single, pale character: “One.”
Elated, Lu Sha immediately began studying the system.
He discovered that upon touching the corpse, a line of text appeared before him, visible only to him.
[Flesh infused with yin energy: formed from a wronged corpse, a first-grade evil item. Low-quality material, barely enough to create a demon.]
[Hint: A single evil item is insufficient to create a demon. Please seek more materials.]
After reading these lines, Lu Sha narrowed his eyes.
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He’d planned to fight the madman to the death, but now his golden finger had arrived.
If he could create a demon, he could deal with the lunatic far more easily and settle the crisis at hand.
Yet in this death cell, what other evil materials could he possibly find?
After a moment’s thought, his eyes lit up. He stood and began waving his arms wildly in the air.
Sure enough, another prompt soon appeared.
[Usable evil item detected!]
[Fragmented Wraith: Died in wrongful agony, soul twisted into a wraith. First-grade evil item, barely sufficient to create a demon.]
The dead left behind not just bodies, but souls.
Lu Sha guessed the wronged soul of the corpse still lingered here—and he was right!
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“With two materials, I should be able to craft a demon, right?”
He collected the fragmented wraith, then placed both materials together, attempting to create a demon.
But what he got was a failure message.
[Creation failed!]
[Hint 1: Materials too weak, minimum requirements not met.]
[Hint 2: Add fresh flesh and blood to activate both low-grade materials.]
“Fresh flesh and blood?”
Lu Sha’s gaze sharpened, his brows furrowing.
There were only two people in the cell—the other, that mad convict, was physically stronger than himself.
If he had even a sixty percent chance of killing him outright, he would have tried already. What was the alternative?
There was only one way to obtain fresh flesh and blood.
He drew a deep breath, his face turning cold and resolute.
Sitting cross-legged, Lu Sha lined up the [Yin-Infused Rotten Flesh] and [Fragmented Wraith] before him.
Then, in a sudden burst, his right hand became a claw and stabbed into his own left eye.
With a sickening sound, Lu Sha gouged out his own eyeball!
His body convulsed violently, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat beading and running down his twisted face.
But he made not a sound.
Not only that, he threw his bloody eyeball into the rotten flesh, then bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of vital blood.
“Create demon!”
Enduring the searing pain, Lu Sha roared inwardly.
[Materials meet requirements. Beginning creation.]
With the prompt, the materials before him vanished, appearing within the black lotus in his mind.
To be precise, above the only open petal.
The yin flesh, the fragmented wraith, his eyeball and blood—all fused, spinning, twisting, and contorting!
Under an indescribable force, they condensed into something entirely new.
A breath later, a fist-sized demon appeared before Lu Sha.
Its body was a lump of black flesh, topped with a blood-red eyeball spinning wildly, and seven or eight tendrils trailing below, serving as limbs.
Small as it was, the baleful, sinister blood-eye sent chills down the spine, radiating a wicked, icy aura.
At the same time, the character “One” above the black lotus faded, and a new line appeared on the sole open petal.
[Hundred-Eyed Fiend: Ninth Grade, Incomplete Form.]
It was done!