Epic of Vampire Dragon: Reborn As A Vampire Dragon With a System

Chapter 293: A Fire Demon’s Past

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Ifrit slowly opened his eyes as he found himself inside a comfortable room within a large manor.

He was resting over a comfortable bed while having his entire body patched up, he remembered that he had gone so far into the fight that several of his bones broke and some of his muscles were even torn apart.

He was very strong… but these monsters were simply just as strong. Well, it was quite obvious that the technique he used also affected him negatively. The deadly technique of the Demonic Soul Flame wasn’t something he had completely mastered, and it put a burden in the demon that used them.

Ifrit was born with a weak constitution and soul, although, thanks to Chaos’ Miasma, he evolved and gained strength, alongside his cultivation rising through the help of the Universal Origin System, he still had yet to completely be able to gain enough power to use this technique to its full potential, and that’s without even receiving the burden into his body.

“Hahh…”

Ifrit sighed a bit, as he realized he was most likely inside Abyss Divine Realm. She had set a large manor there, where everyone could go rest inside if they were feeling tired, this was the room he usually took.

It was more convenient to enter the divine realm of someone else and be carried by them while resting inside their divine realm than going inside one’s divine realm and slowly move it across the spatial layers, as it was less taxing, and the person could just relax while the other moved.

“Did I fell unconscious…?” he wondered.

He looked at his side and found out there was Lilith sleeping at the side of the bed.

“Eh?!”

Ifrit was rather surprised, almost jumping out of the bed.

Lilith was sleeping soundly, and looked rather cute while doing so… She had been worried about her and brought him to be healed, and then she personally patched him up using special patches that enhanced natural healing of bones.

She was very worried about him…

“Lilith… What is she doing by sleeping at my side?” he sighed, as he smiled a bit at her, she looked way too cute.

He petted her head gently and then decided to walk out, but when he tried to stand, a large amount of pain rushed across his body, like a strong electricity rushing through every nerve.

“Aghhh…!”

Ifrit fell to his kneels as he gasped for air.

Sweat began to come out of his body as he gritted his teeth and looked down.

“Fuck… T-That pain was… My Pressure Points… I crushed them without realizing?!” he thought.

Pressure Points, a concept in many types of martial arts. Even in the depths of Hell where Demons dwelled, Martial Arts had been adapted in a myriad of forms specific for each Demon Race.

The Ifrit Demon Race was able to exceed in the power of flames, to naturally produce fire from their body through natural producing Demonic Energy and Fire-Attribute Mana and Qi. All these factors combined gave birth to their Flame Demon Martial Arts Techniques, and the secret technique of the Demonic Soul Flame Arts…

Of course, Pressure Points were important into their development, nourishing their bodies and producing Fire Qi was what helped them into using their techniques.

When Ifrit unleashed all his powers, he went out of his own limits… he should had limited himself to fire magic at the end… but he really wanted to use these techniques. It was clear that his physical strength was superior to his magical power…

He gripped his fists angrily as Ifrit’s mind recalled his past abruptly.

There was a young little red-skinned demon with two black horns on his forehead and black hair, smiling innocently at demon of similar appearance, but that was as tall as three meters, packed with muscles.

“Papa, look! I learned this technique!” said the little kid, as he kicked a wooden dummy and managed to crack it slightly, his kick was strong and direct, and it even contained powerful Fire Qi, making it explosive.

“I cracked it!” he said.

However, the man, his father, looked down on him with his crimson-red eyes…

“Pathetic…” he said, as he waved his head in disappointment.

“E-Eh?”

The boy, expecting praises after having practiced so hard, was called pathetic instead, by his own father…

“You’re about to be 5 years of age and you’re telling me you can’t break a wooden dummy yet?” asked the man.

“F-Father… I…. I worked… hard…” he said.

“You worked hard for this?! Your big brother was able to break this thing when he was merely two years of age! And even incinerated it into ashes… And you… You… what did you even do? Nothing! You’ve been training years for nothing?” asked the man.

The boy suddenly felt intimidated, falling over his butt as he looked at the figure he should admire with fear.

“You’re an unsightly son… Get out of my sight.” Said the man, his eyes seemed furious.

“Sniff… Sob…”

The boy began to cry while covering his face, as he ran away from the room.

The man sat down cross-legged, seeing the boy off.

“Hahh… What have I done wrong for my third child to be this untalented? I should had thrown him into the lake of burning lava when it was born, and I was told it had a terrible constitution… I would had saved myself this humiliation.” He sighed.

The little boy heads his father speak, as he was standing behind the wall of the room, his eyes seemed to be pouring tears constantly…

A beautiful demon woman showed up to the other corner of the room.

“Dear? W-What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” she asked.

“Sniff…”

The boy ran away from his mother, as he closed himself on his room.

That night, the demon boy heard a discussion going on between his mother and his father…

“Why did you said that to our son?! Don’t you have a heart?!”

“Heart?! There’s no need for a heart! We are demons! Who will teach him that this world is harsh if it is not his father?! He is a talentless child! He needs to work a thousand times harder than others to even fathom to have one percent of the strength of his older brothers!”

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