From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

"Sure, they should work," Ty responded as Lieutenant Daemon tossed the metal shoes his way. Catching them, Ty noted their weight. "Heavier than I expected."

The lieutenant smirked at Ty's observation. "Any shoe would feel like a brick to someone accustomed to barefoot freedom," he quipped, his chuckle lightening the mood momentarily. "Now, time to bid adieu to our hospitable bartender. We've got quite the spectacle to kick off."

Ty nodded, giving a grateful glance towards the bartender who had provided a brief respite in the midst of chaos. With the weight of the shoes in his hands and the impending challenge in his thoughts, he followed Lieutenant Daemon towards the door. The lieutenant confidently pushed it open, his hands clasped behind his back, embodying the air of someone who had walked this path many times.

As they stepped through the doorway, a sense of determination settled over Ty. The quiet of the preparation room gave way to the unique buzz of anticipation that lay beyond, marking the transition from preparation to execution in the arena's grand spectacle.

Ty turned towards the bartender, offering a smile tinged with respect and gratitude. "Thank you for the drink, sir. Your skill is truly remarkable. I hope to have the pleasure of enjoying your craft again soon," he said, bowing slightly in a gesture of appreciation.

The bartender, however, remained stoic and unresponsive. He simply gazed at Ty, his expression unchanging, before turning away to tend to his bar. In a moment that seemed almost magical, he vanished from Ty's sight, leaving no trace of his presence.

Left in the sudden quiet, Ty pondered the bartender's reaction. "I suppose it's not surprising," he thought to himself. "Given the reputation they've pinned on me, he probably wasn't too keen on serving a 'demon.' It's just another reminder of the image I need to contend with here."

With this reflection, Ty turned to follow Lieutenant Daemon, his resolve hardening. The quiet exchange with the bartender was a subtle yet stark reminder of the perceptions he needed to navigate

As Ty ran his fingers through his hair, a gesture born of contemplation, he mused aloud, "It's such an odd feeling." He walked towards the door, his steps measured, his mind wrapped in thought. "How did my soul transition from scorching flesh off any body I inhabited to this?"

Small lights began to illuminate the path behind Lieutenant Daemon, casting a soft glow that seemed to reflect Ty's introspective mood. His thoughts drifted back to his initial encounter with the Demon King, recalling the words that hinted at a deeper complexity to his existence.

"The King mentioned my soul rejecting the bodies due to some alteration," Ty pondered, his finger resting thoughtfully under his chin. "But what if I inhabited a body with which I share some inherent connection, maybe even a blood tie?"

Ty's thoughts continued to churn as he walked, mulling over the enigmatic words of the Demon King. "Erebos is clearly several steps ahead, even more so than the Demon King," he realized. "I must uncover the reason he sent me here. There's undoubtedly a larger scheme at play that I'm unwittingly a part of."

His introspection was interrupted by the stern voice of the silver-haired Lieutenant. "This is where I leave you. Once your name is called, proceed forward and do nothing else unless instructed. Any deviation from this protocol, any unsanctioned movement, will be met with immediate lethal force."

He paused, his gaze fixed on Ty. "Understand that the arena tonight isn't just filled with spectators. It's also packed with some of the most powerful individuals from across the lands. They're here under the guise of witnessing your debut, but make no mistake – their true purpose is to intervene should you pose any threat."

Any questions?

Ty, feeling a flicker of curiosity amid the tension, voiced his question, "Why am I so important in all this?"

The Lieutenant, caught off guard, tilted his head slightly. "What do you mean?"

Ty pressed further, his voice laced with genuine intrigue. "I'm presumably not the only one of my kind. So why am I perceived as such a significant threat?"

The Lieutenant's demeanor shifted to one of mild annoyance. "You can drop the pretense of ignorance," he retorted. "The Demons and there kind lurk in the shadows of the continent, spreading their influence among the rebels and other nations. Their presence sows greed and chaos."

He paused, his gaze hardening. "It's been over half a century since a demon has ventured within a hundred miles of the kingdom's walls.

Your arrival here, so close to the heart of the kingdom, is unprecedented and, therefore, a cause for immense concern and intrigue."

The weight of the Lieutenant's words settled over Ty, providing a clearer picture of the fear and anticipation his presence had sparked.

The last time being the great purge where the Kingdom killed 80% of all Demon Kind and brought the world to its knees as those tried to over throw the great king.

As the Lieutenant began to continue, a sudden, deafening bang echoed through the area, cutting him off. He quickly regained his composure. "Enough of this. It's time for you to perform. Remember, always keep an ace up your sleeve, but whatever you do, don't be dull!" His words were a blend of advice and warning.

Ty watched the Lieutenant disappear into the shadows, leaving him alone at the threshold of the arena.

Slowly, a line of fire ignited, illuminating the arched entrance in the otherwise pitch-black area.

With each deliberate step forward, Ty felt the ground beneath him tremble slightly, the distant rumble of the crowd growing louder.

"This must be it," Ty thought to himself as the ring of fire encircled him, creating a dramatic spectacle. Suddenly, dozens of bright lights, high above, burst to life, bathing the entire arena in a brilliant glow. Ty shielded his eyes with his hand, taking in the vast expanse of the arena.

The sheer size of it, and the roaring crowd surrounding him, was overwhelming. He stood at the center of an immense stage, the focus of thousands of eyes, each moment amplified by the grandeur of the setting.

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