Reborn as a succubus - Chapter 1

“…By divine decree, split my broken body, offer my flesh and blood as sacrifice…”

“Have mercy on your devotee, oh King Asa!”

Xi Che suddenly opened his eyes, a drop of cold sweat trailing down his pale and delicate jaw.

The trembling voice, engraved deep in his soul, still echoed in his ears. As that incantation to summon a god ended, his long-depleted soul was forcefully infused with fresh blood, and a massive black primal spirit erupted—a tiger drooling with hunger, eyes murderous and ferocious.

At the same time, somewhere in the endless darkness, a fragile soul was torn apart.

Light…

Why was there light?

Was he… alive?

Reflexively, Xi Che tried to get up, but his body was limp and weak. After several attempts, he finally managed to push himself up. As his hand touched the ground, the sticky and thick texture sent a shiver down his spine. Lowering his head, he found himself sitting in a large pool of dark red blood. The heavy carpet beneath him was soaked through.

His vision darkened, and his entire body felt cold—everything pointed to one fact: this blood had come from his current body.

But this couldn’t be his original body—he had already died. Just now, he vaguely heard someone calling “Asa,” which was his name in his previous life.

Asas, the War God of the Demon Clan, and also a traitor of the divine race—the one who started the god-demon war.

He was still in his original world, but now… it was two hundred years after the god-demon war.

Before he could recover from his dizziness, the door was suddenly slammed open with a loud BANG, sunlight pouring in so brightly it stung his eyes.

“PAK!”

A sharp slap landed on his face. Stars danced before his eyes. Already lightheaded from blood loss, that slap nearly knocked him out. After realizing he had been slapped, Xi Che froze in disbelief, then fury surged—

Damn it. How dare they?

“Oh look, the young lady is trying to kill herself now!”

“Hahaha, if you’re that bold, why not really die? What’s the point of staying alive?”

Young lady? What the hell… Did I become a woman?!

That thought popped up in his head just as a wave of foreign memories surged into his brain.

Turns out he didn’t become a woman, but instead had taken over the body of a stunningly beautiful, yet timid boy. Because the original owner was so delicate and feminine, people mockingly called him “Young Lady.”

He hated the nickname, but didn’t dare resist.

And the bullying didn’t stop at names. He had been doused in dirty water, forced to drink unknown substances, locked in dark rooms, pushed into freezing lakes in barrels… Every form of school bullying imaginable had been inflicted upon him.

The reasons? On the surface, it was because he looked too good. But in reality, it was jealousy—especially when someone they liked seemed interested in him instead.

The guy in front of him, for example, liked a certain boy… who had shown interest in the original owner.

Of course, he couldn’t blame the boy he liked—so he took it out on the original owner instead.

Before Xi Che could react, a sharp pain on his scalp followed as someone yanked him up by the hair. A boy’s malicious face loomed in front of him.

“I warned you, didn’t I? Look at people like that again and I’ll gouge out your eyes. Why the hell won’t you just die?”

He already did.

The original owner had beautiful eyes—peach blossom eyes that always seemed to sparkle. This guy was jealous.

Narrowing his eyes, Xi Che glared at him, one hand feeling around the floor. He remembered seeing something—wasn’t there a candlestick?

Sure enough, his hand touched a heavy brass candlestick. Gripping it tightly, he swung it with all his strength and smashed it against the boy’s head.

The boy, not expecting any resistance, stared wide-eyed as blood instantly streamed down his face and he collapsed.

Xi Che stumbled to his feet, breath ragged. The others stood frozen, stunned by the sudden attack.

He understood their shock—they were the school’s notorious bullies. No one dared defy them. Let alone a soft, “sissy” guy like the original owner.

He couldn’t even judge whether the original owner had guts or not. Daring to steal someone’s crush, but too scared to fight back? Only ever cowered and took beatings.

So pathetic. Xi Che was going to make up for that humiliation today.

Looking at the stunned bullies, he lifted the blood-dripping candlestick and grinned:

“Do you all want me dead too?”

…

After knocking the rest out, he threw them out the window. He wasn’t worried about killing them—none of them were ordinary humans. Just like his current body, they were incubi.

Incubi were among the lowest-class demons, who survived by seducing people in dreams to gain power.

This body was physically weak. Xi Che collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath, then began sorting through what he knew.

The person who summoned him was also named Xi Che, same as his original name before becoming the War God.

Once, he was just an ordinary person. Then he became Asas, the War God. Now, this “new” Xi Che had sacrificed his own blood and soul to forcibly summon the long-dead “evil god” back to life.

Two hundred years had passed, but the demon race hadn’t changed. Still ruled by the law of the jungle.

Xi Che was silent for a while, then muttered, “What did that guy wish for, again?”

A deep male voice answered in his mind, “You’re asking me? You’re the one who was sacrificed. Shouldn’t you know best?”

It was his primal spirit speaking—the black tiger that had awakened with him.

His primal spirit was once a white tiger, symbol of slaughter. But after falling to the demon realm, it had turned black.

“I didn’t hear the whole thing. Something about wanting to investigate someone’s disappearance…”

He hadn’t planned to return from the dead, let alone pay attention to some incantation.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“…Shut up. I’ll remember eventually.”

He wasn’t some ungrateful bastard. Even as a demon, he had principles.

He slowly combed through the body’s memories, searching for clues.

His current identity was a student of Jingyu Divine Academy.

At first, hearing the name of the school had already set off alarm bells. And after digging into the memories, his face darkened.

The god this academy worshipped was Ming Zhao.

Ming Zhao God… Chu Yan.

At the thought of that name, Xi Che’s chest throbbed with dull pain. He inhaled deeply, forcing the memories down.

Damn fate. Even after dying, he still got dragged back into this.

In his previous life, they were neighbors and classmates. Before becoming gods, both had studied at Fengzao Palace in the Nine Nether Divine Realm. After ascending, Chu Yan lived in Yujing Palace, while Xi Che lived next door in Pimi Hall.

He really didn’t want to see that guy again…

No face left to show.

Like getting fired, then returning to your old company—utter humiliation.

But the original owner was here disguised as a human incubus, and his goal at the academy was to become the divine successor of Ming Zhao.

A successor meant a new god replacing an old one—a natural law of succession in the divine world.

In the past, successors were always chosen from within the palace itself. Why pick outsiders now?

Had the war wiped out too many worthy candidates?

Why did Ming Zhao need a successor?

Could it be that Chu Yan was dying?

That was strange. He’d only been a god for less than five hundred years. Most gods lasted tens of thousands.

The black tiger asked, “So, are you going to be a successor?”

Xi Che forced a smile. “Do I even have a choice?”

“I think you just heard he’s dying and couldn’t stop yourself from meddling.”

“…”

“I know you. You’ll never turn your back on him. But as for his feelings…”

“Shut up!”

DING LING LING—

A crisp bell rang, ending their conversation. School was over.

Xi Che took a bath, washed off all the blood, and threw the blood-soaked carpet into the furnace to avoid evidence of demonic rituals.

Leaving the academy, he found a secluded spot, lit a spell talisman, and a portal like a black hole opened in the air.

It was a passage to the demon realm—standard-issue for incubi students.

Xi Che stepped through. The portal closed behind him, sealing off the light.

The demon realm looked similar to the human world—streets, houses—but more like ruins than cities. The sun here felt distant, dimmed as if seen through water, which was perfect for light-sensitive demons.

Following the body’s memories, he arrived home. Standing outside, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The moment he stepped inside, he spotted a black shadow stuck to the wall like a lizard, upside down and staring at him.

…Demons really are demons. They look human, but act like beasts.

Xi Che looked at the figure and hesitantly called out, “…Xi Luan?”

The black shadow replied, “Brother, you’re back. I haven’t made dinner yet.”

Xi Che raised an eyebrow. “Then get down.”