Thankfully, the demon had not succeeded entirely, because something had held me in the body until the loop reset and gave me back to it.
Maybe it was because, although my Demon Slayer Title was broken, when I came back to life, it was still present and helped me fight against the touch of the demon, but it was still extremely frightening to think that the effect of dying in that manner had traveled over into the next loop.
The system, with the assistance of my Epic Title, had registered the experience and granted me the skill that was specifically calibrated to that exact attack. Mortal Vessel. The skill was not protective in the conventional sense. It was a deepening of the relationship between what I was and the body I was carrying around in.
Every rank I progressed in this skill would make it harder to remove from my own flesh, and I read the line again to be sure I was reading it correctly. Every rank also made the flesh itself harder to break in the first place.
