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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 Raven's Curse

Unfazed by the whistling blade, Sylvie's smirk didn't falter. Instead, she licked her lips and opened her arms wide, ready to hug her most valuable pawn.

"Time to forget and build my army, Adam. Together, we'll conquer all the realms in Odin's name."

With her soothing whisper, a caw reverberated in Adam's mind. Forgotten the moment it resounded, it vaporised his recent memories into oblivion—all but one. Anchored in his burning hatred for those dogs, it ignited, resisted, and overwhelmed the caw to let him roar his enemy's name. 

"ODIN!"

Sylvie's eyes widened. Why did he resist it now when she had toyed with him in the past three days? But she rapidly recovered her bearings and gazed at Elaris' open mouth.

"Floral shield!"

A bright, ethereal petal formed, then two, three, and ten. They hummed, spinning before Sylvie—a split second before the blade collapsed on her neck.

CLANG