Tower: Rebirth of the Absolute Demon-Chapter 63: Ch : Hero? Hell no

Even Ye Tian realized it at this point.

Among the thirty mages who had knelt before him, one of them... inevitably... would undergo a transformation in the next twenty-eight years.

They would break, their faith would shift, and so would their beliefs.

One of them was destined to become the Apostle of Death.

That throne, the throne of the Apostle of Death, remained vacant for now.

But no matter how you looked at it, someone entirely unrelated showing up out of nowhere to claim that title was absurd.

A Perfect fit for a protagonist’s story, but life rarely operated like the pages of fiction.

No, the answer was simple...

The Apostle of Death was already here.

And the solution? Even simpler.

Ye Tian had to transcend the limits of mortality and directly confront the God of Death.

Or, as he thought of it...

"boink the ass of the God of Death."

He let out a dry chuckle.

"As if it’s that easy." he muttered under his breath.

The problem, however, lay in the process.

To transcend mortality required intense concentration.

During that time, his body would be vulnerable, open to attacks.

Even a slight distraction could lead to failure... death.

In this chaotic world filled with potential enemies, trusting anyone to protect him during this vulnerable state would be a grave mistake.

And that’s when the thought struck him.

His lips curled into a faint smile.

"Right! How could I forget about him?"

Ye Tian invoked his dormant mana, focusing it into the center of his forehead.

Slowly, dark mana condensed, swirling into a marble-like spot at the center.

His breathing steadied, and his thoughts narrowed to a single question.

’Are you there?’

The world around him fell silent, and for a moment, there was nothing but emptiness.

Then it came... a voice. Rough, guttural, yet clear.

"You finally remembered me, brat. What took you so long?"

Ye Tian’s smirk deepened.

"Sword Demon."

The Sword Demon was still alive.

Fifteen minutes later, Ye Tian opened his eyes.

What greeted him wasn’t the barren land he had expected, but a scene that made his brow furrow.

Every villager, every survivor... be they human, beast, or animal... was kneeling toward him in every direction.

The circle of worship spread as far as his gaze could see, with Ye Tian standing at its center.

Tears streaked down their faces as they chanted in unison...

"Thank you, Sir Archmage! Thank you!"

The sound reverberated through the air, a chorus of reverence.

Ye Tian raised his right hand, releasing a faint pulse of mana.

Instantly, the kneeling masses rose to their feet, their bodies no longer under their own control. His cold, murderous gaze swept across the crowd.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice sharp yet calm.

The crowd trembled under his piercing stare.

Though his words weren’t loud, they carried an undeniable weight.

His intent, restrained as it was, still hinted at the potential for violence.

Among the crowd, some of the weaker-minded began to waver, their knees buckling even as they stood.

Silence hung heavy, broken only by the small waves of breeze.

But, as always, there was that one bitch who couldn’t keep their mouth shut.

An old woman, her face a maze of wrinkles and her back hunched with age, shuffled forward.

Her crooked figure seemed frail, but her voice carried a venom so potent that anyone would happily slap her to death.

"Is this how a hero treats his people?" she spat, glaring at him.

"You may have power, boy, but where is your respect for your elders? We knelt to honor you, to show our gratitude, and you repay us with disdain?"

Her words emboldened the crowd. Murmurs spread like wildfire, growing louder with each passing second.

"She’s right!" someone shouted.

"A hero wouldn’t act like this!" another chimed in.

Ye Tian’s expression remained impassive as the whispers turned to accusations.

"Hero?" he murmured, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

The old woman pressed on, her tone dripping with self-righteousness. "Yes, a hero! You’re supposed to save us, protect us! That’s what heroes do!"

The word echoed in his mind, louder than the rest of the noise.

Hero.

A bitter laugh escaped his lips.

"A hero?" His voice cut through the chaos like a blade, silencing the crowd in an instant. His gaze darkened, and the temperature seemed to drop.

"You dare... to call me a hero?"

His aura flared, cold and suffocating, pressing down on the crowd like an invisible weight.

Many fell to their knees, clutching their chests as they struggled to breathe.

"How insulting." Ye Tian said, his tone calm but laced with venom.

He snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the old woman and twenty-seven others who had joined her were lifted into the air.

Their limbs flailed uselessly, but they were unable to make a sound.

The crowd watched in stunned silence as their movements were completely restricted.

Ye Tian raised his hand, his mana spiking briefly.

"9th Circle Spell: Soul Control."

The spell activated, though to the onlookers, it seemed as though nothing had happened.

Confusion spread through the crowd until the sound reached them.

Wings.

Hundreds, thousands of wings flapping in unison. The sky darkened as an unholy swarm of birds descended upon the suspended figures.

The birds attacked with precision, tearing into flesh with their beaks.

The victims struggled, their eyes wide with terror as they were devoured alive.

The birds pecked at their skin, their muscles, their eyes, taking small, deliberate bites to prolong the agony.

Blood dripped from their mutilated bodies, painting the ground below.

The muffled screams, though faint, could still be heard.

The crowd stood frozen in horror, unable to comprehend the brutality before them.

Ye Tian turned without a word and began walking toward his floating island.

His footsteps were steady, unfazed by the carnage behind him.

As he walked, he glanced over his shoulder and spoke, his voice cold and indifferent...

"How dare you lot compare me to someone as weak as a hero."

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