In the ruined classroom of the abandoned school, Damien stood as a quiet storm.
To truly understand the man known as Damien, one had to first understand his technique — Weak Point.
Weak Point was not merely the ability to see vulnerabilities.
It was a terrifyingly advanced form of spiritual analysis that bordered on omniscience within combat.
When activated through his specially crafted goggles, Damien’s mind became a supercomputer of destruction.
Every movement of an opponent, every fluctuation in spiritual energy, every microscopic twitch of muscle, every shift in emotion, and even the invisible flow of karmic residue — all of it was instantly broken down, calculated, and exploited.
The goggles were only a medium.
The true power resided in Damien’s brain, which had been honed through years of brutal training and self-experimentation.
He could see the exact point where a demon’s core was weakest.
He could predict the precise moment an opponent’s technique would lose stability.
He could identify the structural flaws in a spiritual barrier before it was even fully formed.
In his eyes, the world became a complex web of glowing lines, numbers, and probabilities.
Nothing was hidden.
Nothing was wasted.
But such power came with an unbearable burden.
Constant data overload threatened to shatter his sanity.
Without something to dull his senses, Damien would have broken long ago.
This led him to create his most dangerous asset — a self-imposed Spiritual Deal.
He offered up his greatest weakness as fuel for strength.
Cigarettes had been his only escape, the only thing that could quiet the endless calculations screaming inside his head.
So he turned that dependency into power.
The terms of the deal were merciless:
”Every time I discard a cigarette in the heat of battle, my spiritual energy shall surge by fifty percent.
In exchange, I accept the pain, the strain, and the shortened life that comes with it.”
It was not a contract with any external entity.
It was a contract with himself — sealed using his own life force as collateral.
Every cigarette he threw away became both sacrifice and catalyst.
The more he gave up his comfort, the stronger he became.
But every boost brought excruciating pain, mental exhaustion, and cumulative damage to his body and soul.
This was the true nature of Damien.
He was not a genius born with talent.
He was a man who had willingly chosen to burn himself alive, one cigarette at a time, for the sake of becoming the most efficient killer possible.
At this moment, standing before the Special Grade A demon, Damien had already reached 120% output.
His spiritual energy raged like a contained typhoon.
His cleaver glowed with such intensity that it looked like a fragment of the sun.
The demon was powerful.
Its speed, strength, and regenerative abilities were all top-class.
Against most exorcists, it would have been a nightmare.
But against Damien, it was simply another equation to be solved.
Every slash, every movement, every roar the demon made was predicted and countered with surgical precision.
Damien did not fight with emotion.
He fought with cold, absolute understanding.
Each strike landed exactly where it needed to — exploiting structural weaknesses, energy pathways, and momentary lapses in the demon’s defense.
This was the terrifying reality of Weak Point.
And behind it all was the quiet tragedy of the Spiritual Deal — a man slowly destroying himself so that others might live.
As the battle continued, the narrator could only watch in solemn silence.
Damien was not flashy.
He was not loud.
But in his quiet, self-destructive efficiency, he had become one of the most dangerous exorcists alive.
A man who chose to die slowly, so that he could protect the world more effectively.