I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

“It would be simple if we could attack each other in here.” Lee Read said, looking at his messy shadow, “As long as Bosh is tricked in, a month is enough to kill a few lives.”

Lee Read felt quite regretful—he had just had a telepathic connection with Shadow, wanting to test whether they could harm each other within the confinement room, but the answer was no. Like outside, the space between trainees here was also folded. Any slight malice would prevent them from touching each other.

However, ordinary hugs were still possible.

“Not necessarily. Mento canceled the Nihility this time. Who knows if the next time will be the same.” Shadow swayed, “But if it's only to this extent, you are still no match for Bosh and his group. There are five of them.”

“Maybe.” Lee Read was noncommittal, putting the bone sword back under the candlestick, continuing to soak it.

Strangely, the stone chamber had just been a lively battlefield, but the candlestick had not been affected in the slightest, as if it were not in this space at all; but Lee Read could clearly sense its existence, guessing it should be some kind of spatial magic beyond his understanding.

“For the next period of time… I need to be very focused, so I may not respond to you.” Lee Read sat in front of the candlestick, facing the bone sword—the Bone of Self-Healing had become a sensory object. Lee Read had greatly strengthened his understanding of bone quality, and now he was finally ready to activate his little brain under the effect of the 'Absorption' blessing, concentrating all his attention on sensing the bone sword.

What kind of mystery does the liquid inside the bone sword hold, and what kind of effect will it have… This is an important basis for Lee Read to determine his future actions.

Shadow, having been lonely for thousands of years, was of course long accustomed to silence, so it turned its head to open the monster puzzle, using its shadows to help them piece their bodies back together and heal their wounds.

In this way, the confinement room returned to silence. The pitted walls and ground were restored to their original state after a certain candle flame flickered; the two demons in the room did not speak, but at a certain moment, Shadow noticed the difference in the environment.

Lee Read shed his skeleton appearance, leaving only a brain slowly floating in the air, and the originally wrinkled sulci were now intersecting and deeply cracked, then spreading to the entire brain, dyeing it into a glossy black semi-liquid!

Lee Read was 'advancing', and could no longer deliberately control his transformation, unable to hide his identity.

“Hmm… I really didn't expect that this guy is not a Skourerick, let alone a skeleton…” Shadow muttered to itself.

“This thing seems to be called a Brain Spirit? Touching it will kill you?” Shadow wanted to touch it with a shadow, but failed.

“Really can't see it?” Shadow confirmed that Lee Read had completely forgotten himself, and hurriedly wrapped itself around him, “Don't accidentally die…”

The liquid brain floated extremely strangely, causing the bone sword to vibrate slightly, vaguely establishing a trace of connection with the bone sword, but just as Shadow was wondering about this vibration, something even more unexpected happened—the scattered skeleton suddenly floated up, under the subconscious influence of the Brain Spirit, making many actions that Shadow could not understand at all.

The skeleton formed a human shape, with its knees bent and arms forward, as if there was an invisible chair under its buttocks; after the humanoid's right hand swung empty for a while, it suddenly stood up, picked up the bone sword and slashed a few times in the air, just like a gladiator on the verge of despair in the arena.

Then the humanoid cried and laughed, sometimes lying down and sometimes standing up, as if mentally out of control; then, thin lines drooped from the liquid brain, suspended and intertwined in the air, like a rain that had not yet fallen and was taken back.

Shadow was frightened.

The rain lines became denser and denser, gradually being constricted, gathering into a world that only existed of lines and bones. The scene woven by the lines was something Shadow had never seen before—a narrow room, a wide and plain surface standing on a desk, with a board covered with small squares underneath, and an oval body with a wire.

The humanoid skeleton held the oval body in its right hand and tapped on the square board with its left hand, and then, as it tapped, its head fell on the board and died.

“Shua!” The linear shape changed again, from a stone chamber with weapons hanging on the wall, to a quiet forest path; from a corridor in a library full of indifference, to the slightly warmer Fifth Library.

In each scene, the humanoid skeleton died countless times in unbelievable ways—killed by falling stones, strangled by suddenly tightened air, cursed to death by evil forbidden techniques…

The humanoid skeleton died in one scene after another, endlessly cycling; each time the cycle began, the humanoid skeleton would raise its empty hand, vaguely grasping something, pointing to the sky.

The humanoid skeleton opened its mouth, as if shouting, but there was no sound at all.

Shadow watched like this, feeling some irritability, some sadness.

Not knowing how many times it had died and returned, the liquid brain in the stone chamber became chaotic, and the entire line-woven scene suddenly expanded and shrunk continuously, and black liquid began to be left between the lines, fishy and salty.

Seeing that the liquid brain was about to explode, Shadow followed its intuition and directly squeezed the shadow of the liquid brain from the outside, trying to keep it in the shape of a brain.

However, it didn't know until it tried that the moment Shadow touched Lee Read's shadow, it sensed a surging, sea-like power—it was like being pressed down by the bones of hundreds of thousands of skeletons, that weight and the ubiquitous sense of death… made Shadow collapse at a touch.

“The power of this Brain Spirit… how has it become like this…” Shadow struggled to maintain its shape, moved to the bone sword, and changed a way to help Lee Read control it.

It was as if there were originally hundreds of thousands of skeleton troops charging, and Shadow wanted to completely encircle them from the outside, but it didn't have the strength; but this time it only controlled a channel, reducing the number of skeletons passing through this channel at one time, so it could barely support it…

In the waves of skeleton charges and the scouring of death, Lee Read's will repeatedly exploded and healed itself, subconsciously experiencing everything from his previous and present lives countless times, dying countless times, and finally, after experiencing the last wave of death, he successfully turned the bone sword into his sensory object.

Shadow was also almost faded to invisibility, leaning next to Lee Read's shadow.

“Damn it, it turns out it's the cerebrospinal fluid of the Skeleton King, the taste is so bad. Spit, Lidderrick…” Lee Read spat, only to find that Skourerick's skull was gone, leaving it bald.

Ah? Exposed?

Lowering his head, Lee Read read a line of faint words: “You stinky Brain Spirit, you liar… If you can't kill Bosh, you'll be letting me down…”

What Shadow didn't write out was the surprise in her heart, but Lee Read heard it clearly.

【A Brain Spirit… can actually do this… actually snatched the spot of the Demon Child and mixed into the closed combat training…】

After a little thought, Lee Read knew that Shadow had helped him. At this moment, he didn't try to cover it up by putting on the skeleton, nor did he explain anything, but solemnly conveyed his thoughts: “Thank you.”

“You don't need to thank me, you owe me one.” Shadow listed the words, a faint soul gently rippling.

【So… not all Brain Spirits are useless…】

And when Lee Read heard “owe me one,” he instantly thought of what Oogey Boogey had said to Buddybooger, and then subconsciously thought that this was some kind of irresistible soul contract: “Owe you my life?”

“No, owe me an answer.” Shadow had no interest in Lee Read's life, “How strong are you now?”

Lee Read didn't expect Shadow to only care about this, and was stunned in place for a long time, shaking his brain: “Low-level demon…”

After saying that, Lee Read put on the Bone of Self-Healing: “High-level demon…”

Lee Read then moved his mind to bring the bone sword, and the bone hand lightly gripped it: “Low-level demon.”

“Still so weak?” Shadow originally thought that Lee Read was now considered a “High-level demon” in any case, but didn't expect that after busying for so long, he was still wandering in the lower half of the area.

“Weak? Why do I feel… like I'm invincible?” Lee Read muttered, gripping the bone sword tightly, “Empty Authority, Thorns of Decay, Dirge of the Dead…”

“Alright, Bosh should die.” Lee Read sensed the mysterious power in the bone sword, sketching scene after scene of demon slaying in his mind—when the situation is worse than worse, taking the initiative to attack is Lee Read's first choice.

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