Divine Emperor of Death

"I have heard about it before. Isn't it used to free prisoners or criminals who had a change of heart? Isn't that why it is named Redemption Tower?" Davis said.

"You're right, but the truth is very different from the facts." Claire shook her head lightly.

"First, there are 3 levels to clear the Redemption Tower. Many prisoners will give anything up to have a chance at the Redemption Tower. Skipping on the first two levels, what you need to know is about the third level, the last level, The Redemption Level. That is where the prisoners face their heart demons and cleanse their soul of impurities. If a prisoner clears the last level, then they even have a chance of being recruited by the Royal family. All of this is part true and part lies." Claire sighed.

"The truth is that no prisoner is able to clear the level as it would use up the treasure that is placed up in the formation. It only induces the arousal of the heart demon with the help of the formation. While the prisoner is busy taking care of the heart demon, another formation will act. Once the prisoner manages to 'clear' the last level, the other formation placed there will imprint a slave seal on their souls. The Royal family then takes them and assigns them to a certain squad or place them openly in the army. The slave has no choice but to obey the Royal family"

"This is the ugly truth and it is certainly a part of this Empire." Claire looked at Davis's dumbfounded expression.

"What? Did you get disgusted by this Empire?" Claire asked smiling weakly.

There was a moment of silence.

"Yes, because being a slave, I've experienced it once and it sucks a lot." Davis laughed ruefully.

Claire was shocked at his revelation.

"But, if they were used to protect you and father during the rebellion, then all is worth it. I don't care as long as they live their lives protecting Mom and Dad."

"Woah! You have some twisted views over there, but protecting Mom and Dad instead of the Empire… I like it." Claire smirked.

"But, you are sharp, they were used as meat shields for us to protect us from the rebels. I did feel some pity for them at first but after learning that they did some evil crimes, I stopped caring about it." Claire explained her experiences.

"Davis, remember, we as the Royal family won't hesitate to sacrifice the lives of others as long as we can protect our family!"

Davis nodded his head giving her a sign that he understood the meaning behind it.

"I'll ask dear to disable the first two levels and place the full, complete formation, to help one in conquering heart demons in the third level. Normally unless in an emergency, we won't use the treasure but since you are a genius in Soul Cultivation, more importantly since you are my son, we can't miss this opportunity either."

"Thank you Mother!" Hearing that, Davis was ecstatic.

…..

The next day. Outside the Redemption Tower.

Davis wore a black robe and a mask which covered his whole features.

"You sure are lucky, only less than 10% of the efficacy of the treasure is left which is more than enough for your stage or else if the efficacy was more than 50%, I would've used it to breakthrough long ago." Logan sighed.

Claire didn't come, Davis was accompanied by his father anonymously.

"But, are you sure that you are up to the task?"

Davis nodded his head and didn't say anything. Logan knew that he couldn't change his child's mind.

Davis started walking in the direction of the Redemption Tower.

"Then go straight to the third level which is in the third floor of the Redemption Tower. Make sure you conquer your heart demon… from your previous life."

Davis passed for a moment before starting to walk ahead again. His smile was hidden behind the robe.

….

In the Redemption Tower, third floor.

A silhouette can be seen coming out of the entrance to the third level.

Davis removed his hood and investigated the room. The surrounding were brightly glowing like some sacred place. There was an altar in the centre which stood tall.

The room was lit with candles around the bright altar. In the centre of the altar, there was a mat which made it obvious for him to know.

He moved straight to the mat and sat on it.

When he sat on it, the room vibrated and covered him in a spherical glow of light. Davis knew that the formation had started, so he started cultivating Sacred Luminance Mist. He realised that he was slowly starting to get dizzy. It felt like something was trying to get hold of his heart, like a pull of tug that could take his emotions away. He immediately concentrated on it.

Before Davis realised, he was transported to a different place.

"This? Where am I?" Davis was startled.

"This place seems oddly familiar" He checked his surroundings.

"It's…It's my old cag… home" Davis was shocked. He started trembling.

'Calm down, me. This isn't reality, remember, remember, yes, this is just my heart demon.'

Davis had a stiff face as he muttered. "I didn't want come back to this place ever again, the formation pretty much helped me screw me over."

Suddenly, a cry resounded out.

"Mister, arghhh! Please don't hit me." A 10 year old child cried miserably. His teeth were broken, body full of bruises. A middle aged man can be seen stepping on the child.

"Ouchh!! Mister, please let me leave."

*Bang*

The child was sent flying, kicked by the middle aged man.

"Call me father, my pet." The middle aged man had a twisted expression on his face, clearly enjoying beating the child up.

"What was your name again? Ah, Tian Long? right?. Hahaha. From now on, you belong to me, you are my slave. From now on you are just a dog. Let me a give you a dog's name but wait, I guess you don't deserve a name, let me just call you mutt. Hahaha!" The middle aged man laughed evilly.

Davis who was watching, had an angry expression on his face that showed that he was ready to kill this bastard again. He ran towards the middle aged man and delivered a full power blow to his face.

*zzz* The middle aged man's face distorted letting his punch go through him.

Davis stood behind the middle aged man, his face had a dumbfounded expression.

"I.. can't.. touch him."