Chapter 75: **Reborn As a Demon**
There is a moment, brief and fleeting, where every being feels like they stand above all others. A single moment where power surges, and the universe seems small under their feet. Some call it a godly moment. But sometimes, in that very moment, a god can be mistaken for a devil—especially when he rains hell upon the lower beings beneath him.
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The golden bulb flickered ominously in the dim hut, casting long shadows over the wreckage that filled the room. The silence was deafening, more suited for the dead than the living. Broken furniture lay scattered, overturned tables and chairs soaked in blood, and body parts—limbs, rib cages, organs—littered the floor like grotesque decorations. The metallic stench of death hung in the air, mingling with the rot of fresh corpses. It was not simply a massacre. To call it such would be a gross understatement.
