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Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest

"I'm one game away from reaching the master rank! I'll do it tomorrow, though. A true gamer knows when to refresh his mind and increase his victory chances!" Adam smiled in anticipation as he went to sleep on this special day. However, he could never have imagined the surreal awakening that awaited him. "What's wrong with my voice?!"  "Claws? A tail and horns, too?" [Welcome to the demon realm. You have been selected to reincarnate as a Lord. Conquer this realm of fire and ashes, become its uncontested ruler... or die trying.] Reincarnated as an imp in the cruel demon realm, at the borders of the mythological demon Baal's territory, his life seemed doomed from the start. However, determination sparkled in his eyes as against all odds, he defiantly proclaimed. "No matter who decided to make me start as an imp, watch as I turn into a veritable devil. Even Baal won't hold a candle against me in the future!" Equipped with his unique talent, he started his lord's journey, ready to evolve and prove to those strange realms that demons were more than violent and deceptive creatures... at least he would try. ----------------------- Welcome everyone! This is my second book and my WPC entry. I hope you'll enjoy the journey. You can expect a mix of gods/demons from almost every pantheon and mythological figures, like Heracles, Wukong, Muramasa, Achilles, Merlin, Cu Chulainn, and many others! Please do check out my first book if you enjoy fantasy stories. :)

Adamus_Auguste · Fantasie
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The End of Oppression

After his speech, he watched as his trusted generals landed amid the citizens and smiled at their proactiveness. 

Without his command, he heard them share specific examples about their lives in Harmony.

Then, he chuckled when Bart appeased them by recounting the human sisters' story and their last week's trip to Foliaris.

Garduck didn't forget to mention Muramasa. Using his legendary name, he even sold their village as a haven to anyone dreaming of hammering scalding metals to create masterpieces.

Noticing the humans' trembling eyes sparkle, he nodded and let them handle their settlement.

Meanwhile, he commanded the army to clean the streets. He also appointed the aged man back as the salt factory logistic manager. Of course, he made him swear not to falsify the accounts again. But truthfully? He saw the regrets gnawing at his old bones and didn't believe he would do it again—especially without taxes burdening him.