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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 · Fantasía
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Third crime

The gaping maw of the Frostfang Beast seemed to harbor an unimaginably terrifying power.

To create this formation, the Everfrost Sect had poured in countless resources and manpower, preparing for who knows how long, all for this one deadly strike.

Yet, when the Frostfang Beast roared and lunged at Sylvia with its jaws wide open...

Amidst the stunned and horrified gazes of the onlookers, Sylvia simply stood there, calm and unmoved. Even the motion of her sword seemed as tranquil as still water.

It was as if she didn't even care about the elaborate death trap the Everfrost Sect had painstakingly set up.

In front of the countless practitioners gathered from all corners of the Elant Continent, a single streak of green sword energy shot out from her wooden sword.

One strike. Just one.

This seemingly calm sword energy carried a force so sharp and overwhelming, it felt like it could tear through anything in its path.