I Refused To Be Reincarnated

The leviathan grinned, her voice growing affectionate. "But you can call me aunt. Now, ask away, child. Why did you seek me—what do you need?"

As the words echoed over the rumbling typhoons connecting the sea and the heavens, the cleaver roared inside Adam’s soul.

"Don’t answer her. Flee! Flee, you fool!" The river of liquid fire crackled into a hulking demon.

Flames swirled in green as he smashed his fist, cracking the ground and vaporising demonic plants and trees that just ruptured through the scorched earth.

"If she can extract a magus curse from your soul, she can also scan it and your body. She knows about my presence, your mythical physique, and things even you have no idea about."

Adam didn’t answer. He didn’t hear the warnings. Instead, he locked eyes with the leviathan. It was the first time he had seen a living being with the same sky-blue pupils as him. The progenitor of magic... She surely also shared his affinity for mana in all its forms and elements.

But she was transcendently stronger. And it only ignited his frozen heart. Fear melted, giving way to proud visions of what he could become. A powerhouse terrifying enough to carve a territory in a foreign realm, much more powerful than its original one.

But questions quickly buried the visions. Allistair’s grimoire recorded a shameful flight from their homeworld. Who or what could have made the leviathan retreat? If she had understood he came from the magical world, why didn’t she ask him how he ended up in the cultivator realm fifteen thousand years after her departure?

A frown creased his brows. "Don’t you have questions to ask before?"

Leviathan’s ancient eyes glimmered with wisdom as she shook her head. "I’m familiar with the essentials, at least. The rest isn’t too hard to guess. You found the cleaver we buried with its petrified owner underground. He attempted to corrupt you, but I can see the glittering chains of Paimon’s contract coiled around your soul. What matters is that you’ve somehow resisted, assimilated wild beasts and mythical beings until you’ve developed an immunity."

Her voice grew the playful kind that chilled his blood. "We wouldn’t have this conversation if not... and I’m sure you get the essentials, too." Then, she sighed. "Perhaps your ownership is fortune, perhaps not. What I know, however, is that you can’t be demonified, and therefore aren’t a threat."

Adam rubbed his brow, sliding his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "It sounds, right... and more terrifying than necessary." He sighed. "Anyway, knowing about the cleaver makes things smoother. Can you unbind this parasite from my soul like you removed the curse?"