Chains rumbling of lighting ran a riot inside my veins. My rhythmic breathing flowed like a spring breeze but couldn't hold back the storm. Berserk like an inner demon. The waves of mana trampled the mana meridians, sploshing immense pain all over my body.
Even the pain rooted into my eyes like an infection, urging me to bloom a screech. Through a sheer of willpower, I burned this illness called giving up. My lower lip bled, and I thought to myself: if a gentle force bore no fruitiness, fight fire with even stronger fire.
Like being possessed, my gentle breathing intensified. I called the wind into my veins. I summoned the rain in my mana meridians. The storm approached as the lightning demon. Truly, this was the essence of Lightning Demon Breathing Technique
Damn old geezer deceived me when he said I could digest the magical resources through gentle guidance. Demons were not gentle; they were berserker world fuckers.
[Rating Up]
[Lightning Demon Breathing Technique (F) —> (D)]
Roots of lightning burst out of my orifices, but instead of pain, I felt immense pleasure. It felt so good I jizzed out the electric mana out of my body.
The geezer, Butler Jin, and even Claire looked at me as if I was an alien from another world. Sensing something amiss, I caged back the thunderous mana into my body.
"Is someone's tits up? You bunch look like you want to breastfeed from your mama," I said.
"It's because of you. I thought I knew you well because I have seen your statistic from the... You know what, but your rate of learning is more monstrous than I anticipated, Brian said.
"Hell yeah. I am a genius or maybe because you have been practicing this technique wrong. Demons are not gentle; they are rough motherfuckers."
"Excuse my interruption, young master, but that's a racist remark. Besides, there is no flaw in the teaching of our prestigious family," Butler Jin said as he twirled his thick mustache.
I couldn't help but think about the men's obsession with grooming a thick mustache in this family. This butler, Claire's father, the geezer, and other male servants had them. Not that I thought it was wrong. People lived in various environments, and they needed something to unite them as one. If the mustaches strengthened their bonds, what kind of mama fucker I was to judge them?
And yes. My opinion about demons was somewhat racist too. My bad.
I nodded in acknowledgement and asked, "Alright. Then explain why the fuck did gentle breathing fail?"
Jin coughed. "I am about to explain. Lightning Demon Breathing Technique is divided into several ratings, F being the lowest and S being the highest. Not any technique can elevate its rating to S rating, mind you. At F rating, you awakened mana through a special rhythmic breathing. At E rating, you started to get to know the lightning demon. By feeling its violent nature through gentle breathing, you accept the baptism through pain. Using lightning technique is enhanced at this rating. At D rating, you become closer with the lightning demon. Your mana becomes lightning."
"Oh. Does that mean I skip from F to D?" I asked.
"Exactly. Grandson, even without your innate ability, I think you are blessed by the lightning demon. It has something to do with your temperament," Brian speculated.
"Damn right. That means you bunch have no qualification to imprison me into an education camp and learn about those boring etiquette. Gentlemen, your demon likes me, thank you. From now on, follow my way of speech, muahahaha."
Claire leaned forward with a playful smile. "Is that so? If we have kids in the future, I will exactly teach them to speak like you."
I swallowed my own spit. Imagining a cute daughter speaking foul languages made my neck hair shudder. "Clairemont, my beautiful sister, this little brother is joking, hahaa. Etiquette education, is it? When am I going to attend it?"
Jin twirled his mustache and replied, "We have scheduled all your activities including etiquette education, business education, and even your debut as an official awakener. We have an appointment in thirty minutes to discuss the investigation about your past. Please clean and prepare yourself, young master. From now on, I shall accompany you as your personal servant."
"Wow. I am busy from now on. Good. How long will it take before I can get a high standing in our family?"
"We follow the fastest route, but it is estimated that you will finish your education and training in 4 years if you perform well," Butler Jin said.
I licked my lips. "A challenge? Good. I won't disappoint anyone."
"Wait," Claire suddenly interrupted, "What's all this about? There are so many things I can't follow."
I suddenly realized that I only told Brian about my situation, and Butler Jin probably knew from the geezer. No one had informed anything to my beautiful sister yet. "Sister, this is a good time." I patted her shoulder. "I will be busy from now on because this little brother of yours has a massive ambition. You know, can't be defeated by my own massive dick. I want to be massive too so you will stay addicted to me."
Claire shook her head. "I knew you would be busy. You never struck me as an indoor person either. I would never forbid you from having an activity. I just heard you mention about your past. What's that about?"
"Remember when I promised you to tell about my past. Turned out I have no recollection of my past. Crazy right? I don't even remember what crime I had committed that put me in the prison. I just knew I did something wrong. I feel like I am standing at the other side of the bridge, but when I look over my shoulder, everything is shrouded by fog. I just can't have it. I want to know about my past."
"How did this happen?"
"That's what we are going to investigate. Old man Jin, show us the result of your investigation."
"Very well. I guess we don't have to move from this place." Butler Jin took out a smartphone underneath his vest. "We found no trace of Master Ryder even after we investigated all of the surveillance cameras in the prison and tracked the records throughout the year you spent in the prison. However, this gave us a clue. That meant the perpetrator used their power again to alter many things after you got out of the prison."
"Alright. So, do you find anything that can lead us closer to that bastard?" I asked.
"One thing. We have checked all the hotels in the city and realized that there are so many otherworlder guests. We suspect they want to attend the Parade of One Hundred Demons that will be held on the beach in a week. At this event, the portal to the Underworld will open, and the Demon King will visit the Earth. Many otherworlders will gather in this festival, and if the suspect is a demon, they will definitely attend it."