Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest

Adam rolled his eyes at the event reward.

"They learned from the last time and chose something I can't get..."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He clenched his jaw, and his knuckles whitened. Then, he shrugged at the ineffective blessing, deducing its purpose from Ishtar's introduction.

"It's probably an experience point buff, anyway. But they're a bunch of clowns, and let me guess: the next round's reward will be something irresistible."

A taunting smirk crept over his face as he continued reading the rules.

Note: You can compete in a champion's round after winning.

Warning: Continue at your own risk.

Rewards for the second round: Tiamat's the primordial goddess of chaos and saltwater right leg.

Failure: You thought yourself to be something? Regret your arrogance in the afterlife, insect.

Time before the event starts: 30 minutes.

"Those bastards!"

BAM

He slammed the table, splinters flying before his distorted expression as he hissed. This reward... even a fool would understand the basic yet unavoidable scheme hidden behind it.

"They'll ambush me again if I try to get Tiamat's leg. If I don't, one of their contractors will draw power from it..."

He bit his lips, frowning.

It was much worse because they ignored him to appeal to her. And, as expected, her message appeared before his constricted pupils.

[Tiamat has issued you an urgent quest!]

Bring shame to the gods by thwarting their oh-so-clever plan. Shatter their spirits by obliterating their contractors.

Reward: A chaos gem worth 1.000 essence points.

"That's plain stupid. Think about it, sis. I'll be alone against nineteen. Their alliance authorisation is a vain attempt to keep their prestige in the eyes of the oblivious lords."

Though he understood Tiamat's desire to recover, he shook his head firmly.

However, his eyes widened as he heard her voice in his mind.

"I know you're reluctant to see unnecessary death. But you have to go." Her voice cracked, softness clawing into her overbearing tone. "Not for me, but for yourself. There is no good option here, Adam, only a better one. Fight while they're still weak."

Adam massaged the bridge of his nose as his mind raced. Letting his adversaries develop with a divine body part didn't sound like a great idea. Tiamat was right, but his lips still twisted.

"They're forcing me. Again." He growled, a steely glint flashing in his eyes.

"It'll be the last time." Tiamat took a deep breath, her fierce voice slicing through his mind. "Those bitches won't have time to play around after this event. You have my words."

His tense shoulders relaxed slightly with her promise before a notification drew his attention. Eager to distract himself from the looming doom, he opened the lord's chat to see who contacted him.

[Mimi: Hey, big brother. Want to teach those bad lords a lesson together?]

A warm sensation spread across his chest as he shook his head and answered.

[Adam: Thank you, Mimi. But I'll face critical danger, so it's better if you compete alone. Show them how strong you are.]

However, her next message forced his pupils to constrict, especially the angry emoticon at the end.

[Mimi: Are you stupid, big brother? Why are we allies if I don't help you when you're in danger?]

[Adam: Mimi...]

Struck by her words, his fingers twitched as he began to send fragmented messages.

However, she cut him off.

[Mimi: I'm not letting the only person who helped me die. I'm coming, and that's final.]

He scratched his head, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

[Adam: Alright, little sister. Let's do this together.]

While he added her name to his team, Mimi's small fists cut through the air.

She jumped, her azure dress embroidered with Greek designs fluttering, and her laughter reverberating in her luxurious palace.

"We'll finally meet, big brother! I'm curious to see what you look like."

Then, she swung her palm at a three hundred women team and a cunning-looking man, her cute voice echoing.

"Prepare the weaponry and soldiers. Anyone threatening my big brother is our kingdom's sworn enemy!"

The muscular amazons nodded before twenty thousand women outside struck their bronze shields.

The rhythmical clangor—a call to war—reverberated through her territory.

As the amazons prepared, whispers filled the chaos forge.

Wukong, Merlin, and Muramasa scrutinised a blade so dark that light seemed to shy from it.

Dim runes, magical symbols, demonic engravings, and qi characters covered its long frame, creating an eerie aesthetic, as if a lunatic had forced opposing energies to work together.

But the three of them grinned as they touched the rough edges.

"Perfect work, everyone." Merlin started, his fingers tightening on the cold blade's hilt and his voice turning somber. "Don't stop Adam, no matter what happens. The fragmented future I saw..."

He stepped out, his voice quivering as the image of a bone throne built atop an ocean of blood resurfaced in his mind. The dark sky loomed, void of stars... because the seated draconic demon had devoured them all. A sterile and dead universe—that's what the gods would create by pushing Adam. He had to stop it!

"This event is the first turning point. We'll shatter that vision. Together!"

His words reverberated before the forge, causing Adam's generals and Luna to strike their chests.

Determination blazing in her eyes, Luna thundered, followed by the others.

"We'll shatter that vision!"

As their voice reached the floor above, Adam's eyes narrowed.

"What vision?" But he dismissed the question.

Too preoccupied with the upcoming war, he leapt through the window and barked his commands.

"We don't have time to establish strategies, so I'll keep it simple! We'll divide the army into three battalions." He pointed at Karna and Achilles. "Karna, you'll support Luna on the right wing while Achilles goes with Garduck on the left. Wukong stays with me in the center." he turned to Merlin. "Bombard our enemies from the rear."

They nodded and refined the details for the next few minutes before the air rippled around them.

The city's large street soon turned into vibrant grass. The obelisk, spiritual Qi tower and the demonic altar—which looked more like a tree after he reached the fifth tier—faded to give way to an endless plain.

DING

[The first round will start! Good luck to everyone.]

With the notification, twenty armies appeared in the distance, filling the place with determined soldiers and haughty lords. Among them, one emerged a few kilometers on his right and rushed to his position without warning.

"Prepare for battle!" He roared, gripping his blade and narrowing his eyes.

However, the short figure leading a horrifying army twice larger than his yelled back.

"It's me! Let's fight together, big brother!"