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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."

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Finally, it's happening!

"By the way, there's actually something else I haven't given you yet."

Sylvia's eyes darted away shyly as she spoke, her cheeks slightly flushed. She seemed a little embarrassed, especially after hearing that Timothy was heading to the Alchemy Conference.

Timothy, momentarily caught off guard by Sylvia's beauty, felt his heart skip a beat. Then, a wave of excitement surged through him.

"Something else you haven't given me?" he asked, his mind racing.

He suddenly remembered the gift Sylvia had given him on Valentine's Day.

A brassiere...

The faint scent of Sylvia still lingered on it, stored away in his spatial ring, the fragrance never quite fading.

Not wanting to embarrass her further, Timothy had never brought up the brassiere again. But now, Sylvia was saying there was another gift she hadn't given him yet.

What could possibly compare to the brassiere? And something she had prepared for so long?