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Life of the 69th Child of the Demon Lord: A Cultivator’s Tale

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Shin, officially titled His Infernal Highness, the Sixty-Ninth Son of the Eternal Emperor of the Abyssal Heavens, Lord of Ten Thousand Torments, the Kindly Father of Endless Night, just wants to fish in peace. Unfortunately, there are no fish in the palace pond, and his family won't let him live a quiet life anyway.

Being the 69th child comes with perks — godlike potential, demonic heritage, immortality before puberty — and one major drawback: Dad likes him. In a family where "favorites" usually end up as generals, test subjects, or cautionary tales, that's less a blessing and more a cosmic joke.

While his older siblings guard the Celestial Court to maintain demonic supremacy, and his middle siblings wage melodramatic rebellions to "surpass Father," Shin plays the long game: he cultivates by leaning into the narrative tropes themselves. Plot armor is real, fate is hackable, and Shin intends to "protagonist" his way to enlightenment one cliché at a time.

But things change when whispers spread that the Hundredth Child — the prophesied "True Heir of Heaven and Hell" — is about to be born. With dynastic paranoia rising and celestial balance cracking, Shin must decide whether to keep coasting on tropes… or write his own ending before someone else writes him out of the story.

After all, when you're the 69th son of the Demon Lord, even destiny can't tell if you're supposed to be comic relief, sidekick, or the secret final boss.
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(NON-CANON) What if Gula's Venom Flared VS Accel New
TROPES USED IN THE FIGHT
  • Too Fast??
  • Punch Unlocks Past-Life Skill
  • Companion Offended Buff
  • Accidental Precog
  • Copy Move Badly But It Works

Accel's pacing drew a tight circle around Shin—predatory, focused, a storm on the edge of breaking. Her muscles coiled like bowstrings ready to snap. The arena hummed with anticipation. Shin inhaled—too slow. Venom surged through his veins like liquid fire, stabbing his spine, buckling his knee in a jolt of raw agony.

That tiny dip was all she needed.

A demon of speed didn't see openings—she felt them.

Accel vanished with a sonic crack, lightning detonating beneath her feet. She didn't strike where she had earlier. She pivoted mid-flight—beautiful, deadly, surgical—and slammed her clawed palm straight into Shin's back.

The hit landed with horrifying precision.

Pain lanced up his spine, white-hot, nauseating, a ripple of shock that punched the breath out of him.

["Too Fast??"] -"Ah, young one… your eyes are ornamental today."

Shin didn't see the attack. He didn't even realize she'd moved. One heartbeat he was upright—next heartbeat he was stumbling forward, lungs collapsing under the sudden blow.

["Punch Unlocks Past-Life Skill"] -"Ahhh… there it is. A door you forgot existed. Allow me."

The hit struck something—not physical, not in this life. Something folded and hidden. A memory tore open:

A white room with no shadows.
A dojo that shouldn't exist.
A silver aura humming like a tuning fork for reality.
Movements drilled from another world.
Ultra Instinct—raw, half-forgotten muscle memory.

A thin thread of silver shimmered under his skin.

["Gula Offended Buff"] - "Oh? Someone dared to touch you? Delightful. Let me feed you her fury."

Through their bond, Gula felt the hit—not the pain, but the disrespect. It surged through Shin's core like a tidal wave of emotional power, sharpening his senses, empowering every nerve, every microreaction.

Shin exhaled, the breath trembling.

Silver flickered faintly in his eyes.

Accel was already moving again.

Lightning raced along her claws as she darted forward, her body a blur of fury and precision.

Shin didn't think. Didn't decide. Didn't command.

His body simply moved.

["Accidental Precog"] -"Do not think. Thinking is for mortals. You? Flow."

Shin slid sideways—smooth, effortless—before her claws even left her arm.

She carved empty air where his ribs should've been.

Accel froze mid-rush, disbelief twisting her expression.

"You—?"

Shin blinked at the space she'd missed.

"…I swear I didn't mean to do that."

Gula's emotional current swelled again, cushioning every shift in his stance. Ultra Instinct draped his body like liquid silk.

Accel snarled and erupted forward again.

She attacked with everything she had—lightning slashes aimed at his ribs, throat, spine, heart. Every vital. Every angle.

Shin didn't counter.
Didn't parry.
Didn't even raise his arms.

He just flowed.

A tilt of the head—claws miss by a whisper.
A lean—kick slices empty space.
A breath—her fangs scrape air instead of flesh.
A pivot—her tail gouges stone instead of skin.

All while Shin looked like he wasn't fully awake yet.

The crowd shattered into chaos.

"He's not even LOOKING AT HER!"
"That's not technique, that's witchcraft!"
"WHO TRAINED THIS KID?!"

Accel's patience snapped like overstretched wire.

Lightning exploded off her, twin tails splitting with spiraling static. Fur rippled across her arms as her jaw widened, claws doubling in length. Her demon core roared open.

Her true form descended on the arena like a thunderstorm wearing a body.

Shin whistled.

"Oh. True form already? That's kinda flattering."

His posture loosened—lazy, almost careless—but every part of him was impossibly precise, an accidental masterpiece of instinct.

Accel lunged.

A tornado of claws and voltage raked toward his throat.

Shin shifted—barely—and she passed him.

Claws shredded air.

She spun and charged again.

His heel tilted a fraction.
Claws missed.

She went low.
He stepped left.

She went high.
He leaned back until gravity gave up trying to understand him.

Sparks burst everywhere from her missed strikes.

Shin sighed.

"Here kitty—"

She detonated in a shriek of pure, furious acceleration.

Her body twisted into a spiraling helix of electrified claws. A death corkscrew ripping toward him.

Ultra Instinct flickered—just a pulse.

The world froze.

He didn't see her trajectory.
His body just knew.

He jumped.

Not gracefully.
Not heroically.
More like someone tripping upward on divine timing.

His foot collided with her mid-spin.

Accel pinwheeled across the arena, claws skidding sparks as she tumbled.

Shin landed crookedly, nearly fell, then pretended that absolutely everything was intentional.

Accel surged up, shaking with frustration, lightning dripping from her fangs.

"You—You're—!"

Shin wiggled his fingers.

"Don't choke on the same insult twice. Mix it up."

She roared and blurred forward—

—and Shin attempted her lightning-step.

It was tragic.

He slid sideways like a drunk toddler on polished tile. Arms flailing. Knees betraying him. Balance evaporating.

["Copy Move Badly But It Works"] -"Technique? No. Comedy? High. Effectiveness? Surprisingly… yes."

He ended up behind her anyway.

Accel whipped around, horrified.

"No. No you didn't—"

Shin threw the ugliest punch the Dao had ever witnessed.

But Ultra Instinct corrected it.
Gula's buff charged it.
His past-life stance snapped into place like an echo.

The punch struck clean.

BOOM.

Accel cratered into the arena floor, lightning bursting out in a stunned spray.

Silence swallowed the world.

Shin stared at his fist.

"…I definitely meant that."

Accel's true form flickered, her breath ragged, electricity sputtering out like dying embers.

Shin stepped closer, silver still humming faintly under his skin.

She tried to rise—
Failed.

Shin crouched beside her.

"Still good to go?"

She bared her teeth weakly.

"I hate you."

Shin smiled warmly.
"Perfect. Same time tomorrow."

He tapped her throat—gentle, decisive—
and the arena failsafe whisked her away in golden light.

Ultra Instinct fled his body instantly.
Shin swayed, catching himself on his knee.

"Okay… yeah. Definitely not sustainable."

Someone in the stands screamed:

"WHAT ARE YOU?!"

Shin raised a shaky hand.

"…plot armor?"

The stands detonated in chaos.
 
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