The Modern Immortal

Past

“My mother was a proud person, and she could not stand being looked down upon. That was why she worked so hard, but what did she get in the end? Nothing!”

“I swore I would avenge my mother. Although I am an ordinary person right now, once I get my powers back, I will be knocking on your door. I will show you what it is like to be looked down upon and to be crushed like a worthless worm.”

Jackson Morgan was Daemon’s cousin. He was the favorite child of the great house Morgan. In Daemon’s last life, he had tried for all he's worth to catch up with Jackson but failed. The gap between Jackson and Daemon was unbridgeable.

The last time that Daemon saw any visitor from Morgan Family was during his mother’s funeral. As if the Morgan Family thought the death of Daemon’s mother was not tragic enough for the young man, they had to gloat over the tragedy and sent only two youngsters to attend the funeral. No one from the older generation of the Morgan Family had come to pay tribute to their own blood; not his grandfather, uncle, or grandmother.

To rub salt into the wounds, one of the visitors was Jackson. Jackson acted as if he was walking the red carpet instead of attending his aunt’s funeral. Surrounded by his sycophantic entourage, his steps carried such a haughty and proud quality that blatantly disrespected the dead.

He was the star, and wherever he went, he deserved attention and respect, regardless of the circumstances.

Although it had been Ten Thousand years, the thought of the Morgan family still lit up the knot of fire in Daemon’s belly. This memory was toxic to a cultivator such as Daemon.

Without coming to terms with the past, the cultivator would be vulnerable to the attacks of the devious. A small mistake would lay waste to thousands of years of hard work, this was also the reason it took his only seven hundred year to reach the peak of the immortal realm but to get ready for the ascension it took his thousands of years.

“Anyways, I better not dwell on the past. I wager that Marcus’s family fortune has not reached the S City at this point in time.”

Looking out the window, the familiar scenery of the S City filled Daemon’s heart with nostalgia.

The thought of Marcus also reminded him of Jane.

He had loved that girl, and she loved him, but that was not how their love story ended. Later on, his love for her had turned into an obsession which ultimately ruined his life.

“Marcus! You had robbed me of my fortune and the love of my life! You forced me to return to the county where I came from. You sat on your throne while I licked my wounds like a street dog.” The thought brought Daemon’s blood to a boil, and his eyes glinted like sharp steels.

Marcus was the director of the Wydome Group, a magnate of the real estate industry, and he was the son of the richest man in the Blue Star Province.

He was also Daemon’s greatest rival in love. Not only had he stolen Jane Walter from Daemon, but he had also contributed to the collapse of his company that he started with his blood and sweat: the DC Morgan Group.

“I had a crush on her ever since we were little, and we hit it off when we met again at university after a long period of separation. However, it was you who came in and stole her from me. You had driven a wedge between her family and me and forced her to give up in the end.”

“The last time I met Jane was at an alumni party where I heard about her engagement to none other than you. I do not expect you to understand how I felt back then, but I promise that I will give it back to you ten times worse!”

“If not for Helen’s help, I would have already ended my miserable life after I jumped off from the roof of my apartment. ” Daemon murmured.

It has been Ten Thousand years, and he should have already come to terms with what had happened. However, every single word that came out from Daemon’s mouth carried a bone-chilling intent that threatened to claim souls.

“I will never forget the moment right before I decided to let go of my life. From that moment on, the Old Daemon was dead, and the new Black Immortal was born.

“Thanks to you, I was able to focus entirely on cultivation. I fed on the anger inside of me and advanced through my cultivation at an incredible rate. It only took me Seven hundred years to reach the final stage: The Immortal Core. I felt that I almost owe you my appreciation.”

Daemon’s lips curled into a smile.

While Daemon had lived as the loser, Marcus was basking in the glory of his success.

The Wydome family had contributed to the death of Daemon’s mother as well as the collapse of the DC Morgan Group. In other words, Marcus and his family were responsible for nearly all the miseries in Daemon’s life.

In his last life, Daemon had lost everything to his opponent. These old wounds never healed, at least not until redemption was sought and completed. He grunted as anger flickered in his eyes.

“Marcus,Waydome Family, Walter Family, Morgan Family, and Jackson, I will return the humiliation and suffering back to you in kind.”

After thousands of years of cultivation, he was finally ready to right the wrongs in the first thirty years of his life. As he looked outside the window, his mind sought only one thing: retribution.

They don’t know what kind of monster is coming for them.