Just then, a demon summoning circle lit up in front of Tur.

"Haha... now who is this crazy person trying to summon a demon?" he muttered.

Normally, when someone summons a demon, they use the demon’s alias, or sometimes even its True Name within the incantation.

That allows the summoner to call the specific demon, or at least one of its subordinates connected to it.

Without a proper name attached, the circle simply became an open invitation, and whatever demon or demonic beast happened to stumble across it would use the opportunity to cross over and cause chaos on the Earthly Plane.

And judging by the unstable energy flowing through the summoning circle, the person attempting the summoning seemed weak.

However, demons were demons.

And considering he had recently been caught in a trap, Tur was extremely wary.

Normally, Tur was classified as a beast species, and because he lived in Hell, he was labeled a demonic beast.

Yet in some aspects, he was even superior to demons at the same level.

"Still... I need to release some frustration," Tur said philosophically.

"Killing a few humans will help me regain my strength and calm my mind."

After all, humans were usually the ones foolish enough to summon demons.

Other species rarely performed such rituals on the Earthly Plane.

Tur stepped onto the summoning circle.

A moment later, spatial distortion swallowed him and he appeared inside a dark room.

The place felt... familiar.

"Not bad. Your strength has already returned to the level of a Lord-class beast in such a short time."

An angelic voice echoed through the room.

"Sorry about this Tur, but I think you will need to live here for a while, at least until Caelum becomes an adult."

Tur froze.

He slowly looked around and saw a familiar figure standing nearby.

A handsome man with dark hair and abyss-like eyes was looking at him with a gentle smile.

But those eyes seemed to contain bottomless darkness.

Tur shivered unconsciously.

"Y-Yes, sir!" Tur said quickly.

Then, with great courage or perhaps stupidity, he added.

"But... could you perhaps improve my living conditions slightly?"

He had essentially just courted death.

"Well, fine. I’m in a good mood today," the man replied casually.

"But you will need to swear upon your True Name and act like a normal buffalo that I purchased from the market."

The Immortal Count, Seth Annum, tossed a collar toward Tur.

The collar snapped onto his neck instantly.

In that moment, Tur’s demonic energy completely vanished and his figure turned slightly small.

He now looked no different from an ordinary buffalo.

"Yes, sir!" Tur said immediately.

Along with his wife, he deeply loved his life.

***

Two Years Later...

Caelum had very little to worry about in his current life.

According to the prehistoric standards of Earth, he practically had everything.

He did not need to worry about earning money even after becoming an adult, nor would he ever lack inheritance from his father and uncle.

In short, even if he decided to spend his entire life lazing around, it would still be perfectly fine.

So Caelum had chosen a different hobby.

Exploration, studying magic, refining his sword techniques, cultivating, and discovering the many strange things this world had to offer.

Although he knew his vision of the world was still small, he believed it was worth spending time expanding it.

But today, while reading the morning newspaper in a similar pose to his father, his mood suddenly turned sour.

4th Zypharel, 1352.

[Cultist Attack on Imperial Zenith School! Duke Morvendrell’s Second Son Shines While Fighting Cultists and Saving His Friends! Is This the Rise of a New Hero?]

’Isn’t this the school I’m supposed to attend starting next month?’ Caelum thought.

For some reason, he felt that things in the future were going to become troublesome.

’Should I just skip school and wander around the world instead?’ he wondered.

As the son of a noble family, Caelum knew that attending school would allow him to build connections with other noble children.

But when he thought about his current strength, he felt that it might not be necessary.

’Maybe sister should inherit uncle’s duties... I’d rather live like father.’

His father’s life looked extremely comfortable.

Doing nothing most of the time, simply pursuing his hobbies while making other people work for him.

A truly noble existence.

His role model was definitely his father.

Over the past two years, tremendous changes had occurred.

Although Caelum was still technically an Expert, his sword techniques, cultivation, and magical studies had improved tremendously.

He was now also a First Circle Mage.

There was another reason he had not yet become a Sword Master.

He was walking multiple paths simultaneously, and his cultivation technique was designed to integrate them together. For that, he needed a stronger body, mind, and higher cultivation.

More importantly, he lacked the enlightenment required to break through.

Aside from harmless sparring sessions with the palace knights, the only real fight he had experienced was against a Buffalomate, and that too was easy.

In other words, he lacked true life-and-death combat experience, and it wasn’t like he could just walk around asking people for deadly duels.

He was only seven years old.

Sighing at his complicated situation, Caelum summoned his system window.

A black-gold interface appeared in his vision.

——⟬ Simple Normal System⟭——

Host: Caelum Annum

Age: 7

Race: Human

Class: Cultivator

Titles: Heir of the Immortal Count, Baby Aura Farmer, Reincarnator.

Status: Excited about next breakthrough.

«Cultivation»

Realm: Foundation Establishment (8 / 9)

Physique: Boundless Warrior Physique

Eyes: Heaven Reading Eyes

Technique: Myriad Heavenly Ascension, Heaven Dominating Divine Sword Art

«Innate Traits»

Innate Aura Manifestation

Dual Path Affinity

Attribute-less

«System Functions»

System Shop (Locked)

Inventory (Locked)

System Points: [0]

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Caelum stared at the screen thoughtfully.

Only one step remained before his next breakthrough.