[BL] I Accidentally Summoned A Demon Husband Now He Won't Leave

Elliot took a deep breath, shutting his eyes as he focused all his attention inward. His posture was steady, his mind resolute. He needed to gather and circulate spiritual and mana energy into his core. But as soon as he attempted to do so, he felt nothing.

Not even a single wisp of energy entered his body.

His brows furrowed in frustration, but he refused to give up. He tried again, this time with more determination, yet the result remained the same, nothing. He could feel no flow, no warmth, no spark of energy moving within him. It was as though his body was rejecting any attempt at cultivation, like a dried-up well incapable of holding water.

Minutes passed. He clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as he tried to push through, forcing himself to circulate energy by sheer will. But it was useless.

"Fuck it," he cursed under his breath, slumping against the cold, hard floor. His frustration boiled over. "Why the hell is it so damn hard to gather spiritual energy?"

He shut his eyes again, trying to understand what was wrong. And then... a thought struck him.

His eyes snapped open, and without hesitation, he brought his right hand to his left wrist, pressing down firmly to feel his pulse. Concentrating deeply, he closed his eyes again. He needed to check something.

Seconds ticked by.

A few beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he focused with all his might. Then suddenly, his breath hitched.

Damn it. Just as I thought!

His heart pounded as the realization hit him like a lightning bolt—his meridians were blocked.

This body was completely incapable of absorbing or regulating spiritual energy because the pathways were sealed off. No wonder his attempts had failed so miserably.

Holy hell. How lazy was the original owner of this body?

Elliot let out an exasperated sigh. His predecessor hadn't even bothered to clear his meridians? This was basic cultivation knowledge! No wonder he had been so weak. He gritted his teeth. Giving up wasn't an option, but he needed a solution. Fast.

However… how exactly was he supposed to unblock his meridians?

His gaze instinctively flickered to the small wooden box beside him, the same one Charles had given him earlier.

Charles had mentioned that the box contained cultivation pills.

Could one of those pills help?

Elliot wasn't sure, but at this point, he was desperate. If they were called cultivation pills, they had to be useful in some way, right?

Without wasting another second, he reached for the box and flipped it open. Inside, dozens of pills of various colors lay neatly arranged, each glowing faintly with their own unique energy.

Elliot frowned.

Now, what the hell was he supposed to do?

Charles had specifically warned him that taking the wrong pill could be fatal, it could kill him.

His fingers trembled slightly as he hovered over the pills, his earlier frustration battling against common sense. Logically, he should take his time and try to identify the correct pill, but another part of him—the reckless, impulsive side—was screaming that he didn't have time for that.

He clenched his jaw.

No.

He couldn't afford to be cautious.

If he remained weak, his fate was already sealed. Either Azrael would kill him, or the king would. There was no escaping death in this world unless he got stronger.

So, really, what difference did it make how he died?

With a deep breath, he picked up a pill. It was a white, crystal-like capsule, glimmering faintly under the dim light. His grip tightened around it.

"Well, Elliot," he muttered to himself, "either you die in someone else's hands, or you die by your own."

Better to take the gamble.

Gritting his teeth, he threw the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

He waited, bracing himself for something, anything.

Nothing happened.

Relief flooded his chest, and he almost laughed out loud. "See? I told you, nothing could possibly hap—"

Before he could finish his sentence, an explosive pain shot through his skull, cutting him off mid-word.

His hands flew to his head as a bloodcurdling scream tore from his throat.

"What the fuck—!!!"

The pain was indescribable.

It felt as if his bones were cracking apart, his organs were twisting, and his veins were being pierced by thousands of burning needles.

This was it. He was going to die.

His vision blurred, his body convulsed, and before he even realized it—

Everything went black.

*

Elliot didn't know how much time had passed when he finally woke up.

His eyes fluttered open, and he let out a shallow breath, blinking groggily.

"...I didn't die?" he murmured weakly.

Glancing around, he saw that he was still in his small, desolate room. He was alive.

His eyes widened slightly in realization.

He had fainted after taking the pill.

Yet now, something felt… different. His body no longer felt heavy and sluggish. In fact, he felt lighter, as if a massive weight had been lifted from him. Even breathing felt easier, his lungs expanding with newfound ease.

He sat up abruptly—

Only to groan in agony as another sharp pain shot through his skull.

"Arghh… fuck," he hissed, clutching his head. His head was throbbing with pain, but aside from that… something felt different.

His gaze flickered down to his hands. He clenched and unclenched them experimentally. Then, with a deep breath, he placed his fingers on his wrist again, repeating the same method he had used earlier.

He focused.

And then—his heart skipped a beat.

Unlike before, his meridians weren't entirely blocked.

They were still sluggish, still stiff, but this time, he could feel the faintest trickle of energy flowing through them.

Excitement surged in his chest.

He wasn't dead. He had survived. And not only that, but he had also managed to partially unblock his meridians! He had taken a huge gamble and won.

The pill had worked.

He shuddered at the thought of what would have happened had he taken the wrong one. A single mistake could have killed him instantly.

"Elliot, your luck is finally turning around," he muttered to himself, a hint of amusement in his voice.

But his joy was short-lived.

He grabbed the book he had been reading earlier, flipping through the pages again. While the contents were a little clearer than before, much of it still went over his head. He needed proper guidance. Without someone to help him understand, progress would be painfully slow.

Damn it. What now?

His eyes suddenly landed on the glowing crystal Charles had given him.

An idea—an absolutely insane idea—flashed through his mind.

Charles had said this crystal contained mana energy, right?

What if he absorbed it?

Any knowledgeable cultivator would have immediately dismissed such a thought as insanity. Absorbing raw mana energy without control was suicidal. It could destroy his body from the inside out. But Elliot wasn't thinking straight.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the glowing crystal. The moment his fingers wrapped around it, he felt a pulse of energy vibrate through his body. A shiver ran down his spine.

A wide grin spread across his face.

Power.

This was raw, untamed power.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused. He wasn't sure how to absorb it, but he figured it out instinctively.

To his astonishment, it worked.

The mana energy from the crystal surged into his hands, flowing into his body in waves. A tingling sensation spread through his veins, followed by a slight burning feeling.

It was overwhelming—but not unbearable.

For the first time since arriving in this world, Elliot felt a glimpse of real power coursing through him.

He allowed the energy to spread, relishing the sensation, until he realized something was wrong.

He tried to pull his hands away from the crystal.

Nothing happened.

His heart pounded as panic set in.

He tried again, using more force.

His hands wouldn't budge.

"Freaking hell—!"

The crystal was still pouring mana into him, and now it was too much.

The energy was becoming unstable. His body wasn't capable of handling such an intense influx of power.

His chest tightened, his heartbeat growing erratic as his breath became labored.

"Shit… this isn't good," he choked out.

Why did he feel like something was awakening inside him? Before he could even grasp the situation his view darkened.