Start in Terra, immortal

In a village on the border of the empire. The sun slowly sank behind the mountains, and night quietly fell.

In the woods, a young couple were walking towards the forest, leaning on each other and looking sweetly at each other.

"Are we really going to the woods? It's getting dark." The young man's face was slightly flushed, and he looked conflicted.

"Of course I'm going, don't you want to?" The young woman's eyes were alluring, her red lips slightly parted, and she kept breathing hot air into the man's ear.

The young man had never been provoked like this before; he felt his blood surging, and even his last bit of vigilance vanished.

He put it out of his mind, gripped the woman's hand tightly, and strode forward.

Ancient warnings about the Night Demon and admonitions from elders pale in comparison to the enchanting fantasy before my eyes.

Approaching a large tree with an arm's length, the two stopped, their lips met, and they became one.

Just as the young man was indulging in the pleasures of love, completely captivated, the woman's hand on his back suddenly changed.

Her skin turned into hard, black keratin, and her nails grew out of control, sharp as blades, gleaming coldly. Her once beautiful face was now twisted and deformed, revealing an inhuman silhouette.

"Aaaaaah~!" The man's scream echoed through the quiet woods along with the sound of something piercing his body.

Soon, the woods fell silent, and the young man and woman emerged from behind the trees, their faces still beaming with smiles.

The man was unharmed, as if the screams from before had not come from his mouth.

The only difference was that the two no longer snuggled together, but walked side by side into the village.

Night had fallen, and several torches were lit at the village entrance, their flickering light casting shifting shadows on the anxious faces of the villagers.

The man's parents were frantic with worry. His mother kept wiping away tears, while his father, carrying a machete, tried several times to rush into the dark woods, but was held back by other villagers.

"Let's wait and see, maybe it's just playfulness..."

"It's completely dark! There might be a night demon in the woods!"

Amidst the anxious whispers, a series of unhurried footsteps came from the path outside the village.

At the edge of the firelight, two figures appeared walking side by side.

"Look! He's back!" a sharp-eyed villager immediately shouted.

A commotion broke out in the crowd, and the man's parents stumbled forward.

By the firelight, I saw my son standing there unharmed, his face pale in the firelight, with a faint smile on his lips.

"My child! Where have you been! You scared us to death!" His mother hugged him tightly, tears welling up in her eyes again.

The man seemed a little stiff, but quickly relaxed, raised his hand to pat his mother's back, and said calmly, "It's alright, Mother. I just took a walk with her."

His gaze shifted to the woman beside him, an orphan girl who had recently arrived and was said to have sought refuge with distant relatives.

She was smiling at that moment, appearing gentle and beautiful, especially her eyes, which shone brightly in the firelight.

"Want to take a walk?" The father asked, panting, looking him up and down, then giving the young woman a wary look.

"Going into the woods so late? Didn't you hear any strange noises? Didn't you encounter anything?"

"No, Father." The man shook his head, his smile unchanged. "It's very quiet in the woods, only the sound of the wind."

His tone was natural and his expression was impeccable, but some observant villagers sensed something amiss.

The man was usually rather shy and would never openly talk about "taking a walk" with a girl in front of others, much less maintain such a calm and almost indifferent smile when his parents were so anxious.

The young woman spoke up at the opportune moment, her voice soft: "I'm so sorry to have worried everyone." She bowed slightly, her posture impeccable.

"It's good that you're back! It's good that you're back!" Seeing that the person had been found, the village chief stepped forward and dispersed the crowd.

The village gradually returned to its former state, and the young man quickly returned to his original appearance.

Even his parents thought he was just frightened that day, which is why he acted a little strangely.

In the usually deserted village at night, several people would often be seen returning from the woods outside the village, just like the young man that day.

One day, at dusk, a handsome young man wearing a tattered robe appeared in the woods outside the village and was walking towards the village.

The boy had brown hair and unusual blue eyes. Although he was thin, he gave off an unexpectedly upright impression.

"The aura of chaos..." Having walked through the forest, the boy had long since noticed the dense chaos that could not be concealed. He muttered to himself, "I hope this village hasn't fallen yet."

As he walked into the village, the boy's back looked incredibly thin; he had already prepared for the worst.

The further he walked, the more silent the boy became. He hadn't seen a single person since entering the village.

Or rather, none of those people I saw were human.

"Am I still too late?" After walking through the entire village, the boy looked back at the road he had come from.

The village road, which was empty just moments before, is now silently filled with "villagers".

Men, women, young and old, all had the same murky purple in their eyes, their mouths stretched into empty arcs, and their gazes were all fixed on him—it was the predator's instinctive craving for a living soul.

With a long sigh, the boy shook his head, knelt on one knee, and placed his fist on the ground.

"Let them see the light!"

With a whisper, a dazzling golden light burst forth from beneath his fist as he slammed it into the ground!

An extremely complex golden magic circle, composed of countless sacred runes and geometric shapes, suddenly unfolded around him, its light spreading rapidly like ripples, instantly covering the entire village!

The light from the magic circle was not dazzling; instead, it carried a warm and powerful life force, like a mother's gentle embrace or a holy spring that cleanses all impurities.

An incomparably sacred life force surged forth from the magic circle, carrying warmth, and clung to all the 'villagers' on the village road.

The murky purple pupils suddenly faded, replaced by a warm, clear light. A dazed smile appeared on their faces, as if, in their final moments, they had glimpsed a long-lost peace.

After the magic circle disappeared, a gentle breeze carrying a sense of liberation and relief blew by, and the villagers who had filled the village road gradually dispersed with the breeze.

After everything settled down, the boy slowly stood up and patted the dust off his knees.

He didn't know where he came from, only that he had been in this state for a very, very long time.

From the moment he regained consciousness, a voice told him that his name was Michel.

The voice also said that the shadow of chaos would eventually spread, and that it was his inescapable destiny to expel and purify it from the world.

Simply purifying the byproducts of these curses is not enough. The real battle may have only just begun.

He must find the source before chaos drags more land into the abyss.

The boy's tall yet slender figure moved again, walking along the road towards the direction where the chaotic aura was most concentrated.

That place is called Airoreno.