Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 592

Chapter 592: Suppressing Wrath

Kaiden died again.

And again.

And again.

Some deaths came fast, with a misread feint, a fraction of hesitation, the demon’s fist turning his ribs into powder before he could react. Others dragged, Wrath screaming for him to unleash everything as his body failed piece by piece, heat cooking his senses down to raw agony. Each reset tore him back to the start with a gasp, lungs burning, muscles remembering pain they no longer carried.

Wrath hated it.

It surged every time, furious, demanding dominance, demanding he take instead of think. It wanted reckless charges, overwhelming force, the intoxicating lie of power without restraint. Kaiden felt it clawing at the edges of his mind, whispering that victory was one good outburst away.

He didn’t let it in.

Each reset, he stood still a second longer. Each time, he breathed through the tremor in his hands, forced the red haze down, packed it tight behind his sternum like a live explosive he refused to detonate. His heart thundered. His veins burned. Sweat slid down his spine as he denied the stance what it wanted.

The demon noticed.

It stopped smirking as often. Its attacks sharpened, adjusted, trying to bait him by overcommitting just enough to invite a furious counter, or leaving openings that begged to be exploited with brute force. Kaiden ignored them. He moved instead. Watched. Learned. Every defeat carved data into him, patterns burned in by pain and repetition.

Wrath fed him strength.

Kaiden gave it discipline.

The fight changed.

He no longer rushed. He walked, steps measured, weight balanced, power coiled but leashed. When the demon swung, he slipped past it by inches, skin blistering from proximity alone. When it stomped, he was already moving, shockwaves tearing up the ground behind him instead of breaking his bones. His strikes were fewer now, but each one landed exactly where it needed to, timed between breaths, aimed at stress points he’d mapped through failure.

Wrath screamed.

He bore it.

Muscles tore microscopically under the strain of containment, power compressing so tightly it felt like his body might rupture from the inside. His vision swam at the edges as he forced clarity to the forefront, jaw locked hard enough to ache.

The demon screeched.

It wasn’t a roar this time but a shrill, furious scream that ripped through the air with raw, wounded pride. The sigils across its body blazed violently as it drew deeper, harder, molten fissures widening as power flooded in without restraint. Its frame expanded, flesh swelling grotesquely, heat surging until the ground beneath it softened and warped.

Kaiden clicked his tongue, irritation bleeding through his focus.

"Tch. So now you’re throwing a tantrum," he muttered, shoulders tightening. He felt it then, Wrath stirring again, louder, sharper, pushing back against the walls he’d built. It recognized the escalation and demanded an answer in kind.

’Stay,’ Kaiden ordered. He didn’t want to become that type of combatant. Calm, cold, and collected was his ideal.

Kaiden jumped forward to meet the demon, and the two collided.

Shockwaves tore outward as fist met claw, force screaming between them as stone shattered and heat exploded in blinding arcs. For a heartbeat, Kaiden held.

Then the demon pushed with its grin returned, savage and triumphant, as it twisted the exchange and drove its knee into Kaiden’s midsection with annihilating force.

The world folded.

Kaiden felt himself break before he hit the ground, breath crushed from his lungs as he was hurled through scorched terrain like a discarded weapon. Pain bloomed everywhere at once, overwhelming, absolute.

Darkness swallowed him.

...

Kaiden woke with a hoarse gasp, body jolting upright as air tore into his lungs. His arms trembled as he caught himself, chest heaving, sweat plastering his hair to his face.

"Damn it!" he rasped.

He lost.

Again.

The realization settled heavily. His body was whole, uninjured, but the fatigue lingered, deep and insidious. His hands shook as he clenched them, refusing to let them fall limp.

’Not yet,’ he told himself. ’Not until this ends.’

Heat surged.

The demon materialized once more, towering and pristine, not a single crack or scar remaining. But its face, its expression, was different now. Gone was the smug amusement; in its place burned pure, unfiltered fury.

Kaiden exhaled slowly.

"You remember, don’t you? You’re angry because I pushed you further than you expected, or something cliche like that. I’m glad my Calypso isn’t such an egotistical demon..." he grumbled, eyes narrowing. "The other trials didn’t remember like this. Is Wrath special? Maybe it’s a more personal power..."

Curious.

The demon answered his question with a scream.

The sound was thunderous, violent enough to rattle Kaiden’s bones, a raw howl of rage that tore upward into the sky itself. The air trembled as the scream carried beyond the battlefield, beyond the demon, beyond Kaiden...

To the titan.

The Original Sin stood unmoving in the distance, colossal and silent, its massive hand open. The red orb resting in its palm flared violently in response to the call, light surging as something answered.

The orb shot forward.

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