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Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Only by enduring 2¹⁴ trials can one awaken the ancient power sleeping within the Key of the Star Prison, and become the most powerful being in the universe." Timothy, the youngest Demon Lord in the history of his race, saw these words emerge after he touched the Key of the Star Prison, the most powerful artifact of the demon race, handed to him just before the old Demon Lord's death. According to the demon race's records, no Demon Lord had ever achieved this. However, over a span of a hundred thousand years, Timothy had easily passed 16,383 trials. Now, once again, he turned the Key of the Star Prison, and an unknown force mistakenly sent him to a brand new world, transforming him into an unknown and seemingly worthless demonic cultivator disciple. And the formidable opponent he was about to face in this world was the powerful Goddess Sylvia. When Goddess Sylvia received the challenge Timothy handed her, her cheeks flushed... "My dear Sylvia, I want you to know how deeply I love you. My heart belongs to you, now and forever."

Dawnheart · Fantasy
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476 Chs

I told you, there was no need for a rescue

"Propose... marriage?"

Azura's voice trembled slightly as she spoke. "Are you sure this could really be the key to breaking through to the Emperor level?"

But more importantly...

Azura's attention had already shifted from cultivation techniques to something far more pressing. "You're actually going to propose to Goddess Sylvia?!"

After all, she'd spent countless days watching Timothy and the goddess practically glued to each other, showing off their affection in every possible way. It was like they couldn't bear to be apart for even a second.

Still, Azura hadn't expected that Timothy would actually go through with proposing to the goddess.

Just the announcement of their relationship had already caused an uproar across the entire world, with countless sects buzzing with shock.

By now, who knows how many of Sylvia's admirers had nearly cried themselves to death, desperately drawing circles in the dirt to curse Timothy.