As Mo Fan’s lightning spirit seed was gouged out, the magic scroll clutched in his hand suddenly burned to ash. The humiliation of watching the campus belle choose a genius in his previous life, and of always falling 0.1 points short of reaching the top of the demon-hunting rankings, seeped into the floor tiles along with his blood.
When he opened his eyes again, he was kneeling in the rain on the night of the demon-hunting exam, with a thousand-year-old demon core in his palm still warm with black-market blood!
In this life, he wrote a Fire-element forbidden spell into his entrance exam, snatched the ancient magical artifact “Bone Sword,” and tore off the “good-for-nothing mage” label in front of the entire city. When the noble young master who had once trampled his admission letter saw his own lightning magic smash into a demon general, Mo Fan smiled faintly. “How do you like the spirit seed you stole?”
But a System notification suddenly flashed red: “Host, you have only three rebirths left...” In the shadows, an ancient altar began to bleed black. It turned out his “rebirth” had been a gamble manipulated by a demon all along...
