Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

The scene outside Ereboth was an endless stretch of desert.

The vast expanse of yellow sand stretched out to the horizon, where it met the deep blue sky.

Silent. Still. Serene.

This slightly oppressive atmosphere perfectly matched the characteristics of the Netherworld.

"Come on, babe. It's everyone's duty to rid the world of those perverted troublemakers."

Timothy struck a righteous pose, but there was an unmistakable glint of excitement in his eyes.

"I can't wait to take them down and rid the world of those three perverts."

Sylvia raised an eyebrow, gently brushing the snow lotus on her head. Her expression was a mix of curiosity and doubt.

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Even though his voice carried a tone of righteousness, something about it felt... off.

"What's wrong? Don't underestimate your husband," Timothy said, puffing out his chest. "With great power comes great responsibility. As a practitioner of Ocean's Gate, it's my duty to protect the people."

He paused dramatically, then added, "Even here in the Netherworld, I can't just let some pervert who bans bikinis—uh, I mean, who stops other spirits from bathing in the Sacred Sea—get away with it. That kind of scum needs to be wiped out!"

Timothy's words were full of conviction, his posture proud, as if he truly embodied the spirit of a noble hero.

"Really?" Sylvia asked, still skeptical. Sure, he looked cool, but this was so out of character for him.

Something about this whole situation felt off. This trip to the Sacred Sea... it seemed like Timothy had some other motive.

But what could it be?

Sylvia thought about it for a while but couldn't figure it out.

As they moved further away from Ereboth, the environment around them became increasingly hostile.

The endless desert stretched on, and fierce sandstorms began to whip up around them.

Along the way, they encountered strange beasts and ghostly creatures blocking their path.

The Netherworld was not only harsh, but the Demonic Beasts and spirits here were incredibly powerful.

It seemed like these creatures had devoured countless souls that had passed through this area. Their bodies were shrouded in ghostly energy, and from their gaping mouths, one could almost hear the faint, agonized wails of the souls they had consumed.

Some of these Demonic Beasts were as strong as practitioners at the Mystic Core level, and there were even ghost kings with power rivaling those of Ocean's Gate.

But these usually arrogant and fearsome creatures had no idea that this time, the ones passing through were living beings.

And not just any living beings—ones far stronger than they could have imagined.

With a single, icy slash from Sylvia's sword, no matter how powerful the demons or ghosts were, they were instantly obliterated, their souls scattered and completely annihilated.

The golden light radiating from Timothy seemed to have a natural suppressive effect on these ghostly creatures.

Though there were many obstacles along the way, they were quickly swept aside.

No matter how many Demonic Beasts or spirits appeared, none could put up any resistance.

With nothing else to do, Timothy started chatting casually. "You know, babe, you were pretty cute when you were younger. Especially when you got teased..."

"That was an accident! Just an accident!" Sylvia quickly tried to defend herself, her face flushing as she recalled the embarrassing moments from her younger days.

"Are you sure it was just an accident?"

"Hey, babe, you need that snow lotus to keep the demonic energy at bay and maintain your normal form here in the Netherworld. So, what do you think would happen if you took it off now?"

Timothy suddenly flashed a mischievous smile. He had been pondering this question for quite some time during their journey.

"How could that be? Even if I took it off, maybe... maybe I'd still keep my normal figure and not be affected anymore!" Sylvia's voice wavered slightly, betraying a hint of panic.

"Oh? Then why don't we test that theory and take it off?" Timothy stepped forward, reaching out as if to pluck the snow lotus from her head.

But Sylvia, like a startled rabbit, quickly dodged to the side, her delicate hands protectively covering the flower.

Timothy chuckled. "Didn't you say taking it off wouldn't make you shrink? So why not let me take it?"

"It... it probably won't make me shrink, but... but... no way! Absolutely not!" Sylvia stammered, clearly flustered despite trying to stand her ground.

"Well, I'm definitely taking it off today!" Timothy declared, stepping closer with a determined look.

"Ugh, no way! Absolutely not!" Sylvia, who had been trying to act tough, now found herself in full retreat.

In the Netherworld, where spatial powers couldn't be used, Sylvia had no choice but to fly away, riding the wind to escape. But Timothy was faster than she had anticipated, and with his Transcendence Realm strength, she couldn't shake him off.

The two of them chased each other through the sky, Sylvia's cheeks flushed as she frantically shielded the snow lotus on her head with her hands.

"Hmph, maybe on the Elant Continent I wouldn't be able to catch you, but here in the Netherworld, babe, you're not getting away so easily."

Matching Sylvia's speed, Timothy not only kept up but even had the luxury of launching playful attacks.

He reached out to grab her, but Sylvia dodged with a graceful arc.

Another grab, but Sylvia, already prepared, narrowly avoided it again.

After dodging twice, Sylvia couldn't help but feel a bit smug. She shot Timothy a triumphant smile and stuck out her pink tongue playfully. "Nyeh~ Looks like you're not as good at catching me as you thought!"

"Realm of a Thousand Blades!"

Suddenly, Timothy conjured a series of swords in midair and stepped onto one of them, using it as a springboard.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Whoosh.

In an instant, Timothy surged forward with unprecedented speed.

He moved so fast that Sylvia barely had time to react.

Realizing she was a step too slow, Sylvia's expression shifted slightly. She quickly turned around, using all her strength to protect the snow lotus on her head.

The sudden burst of speed allowed her to just barely turn in time to shield the flower.

However, both of them had pushed their speed beyond normal limits, and neither could fully control their movements.

As Sylvia spun around, she found herself face-to-face with Timothy.

And Timothy, unable to stop his momentum, reached out and grabbed...

"So soft... Is the snow lotus really this soft?" Timothy squeezed twice, confirming the sensation.

It was soft, like cotton, but with a springy resilience.

Looking down, Timothy finally realized that what he had grabbed wasn't the snow lotus at all.

It was... Sylvia's soft, ample breasts.

"Timothy!"

Sylvia's face turned a deep shade of red, completely flushed with embarrassment.

"Babe, let me explain! I didn't mean to grab them! Even if I did, I'd do it properly when we got back and—wait, no, that's not what I meant!"

The tables had turned. Now it was Sylvia, burning with shame and fury, who was chasing after Timothy.

In the sky, the two figures darted back and forth, one chasing the other. Despite the chaos, the scene was undeniably sweet.