Demon's Virtue

"Bleh." - Imp An Imp, a monster known to kill with a grin, a demon of the world, a creature of incredible might! Something that no force in the world can stand against! At least that's what the Main Character would like himself to be, the reality is very different, however. Exactly that Imp stumbles along a path of unfortunate fortunes and grows through it, in a world that hates its very existence. It grows more intelligent, more powerful, simply better at whatever it needs to do. Amongst other things, that includes raising children, killing Soldiers, and carving wooden figurines for money.

DiceVR · Fantasy

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777 Chs

Oath

Eiro got ready to attack, entering his combat stance. His upper right hand and lower left hand were holding onto the daggers, while his other two were held in his unarmed combat style. The Demon slid over the ground, and Merlin raised his ethereal, magical hand forward. Eiro watched closely to see what was about to happen, when Merlin opened his mouth.

"Wait, wait, wait! I have no intention of fighting you right now," Merlin said bluntly. Eiro was taken aback; he looked at the man in front of him startled.

"What? What do you mean you have no intention of fighting?"

"I'm only here because the Devil still thinks I hadn't seen through his pitiable attempts at controlling me after I was reborn..." Merlin explained, as though it were obvious, "That's why, why, why, there's really no reason for me to follow along with what he wants. Rather, it's better for me if you concentrate on his fight with him."

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