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Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest

The last privilege tier comes with a 90% discount so make sure to take it to save on thousands of coins for the month. :D ----------------------- "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, Wu Kong, Muramasa and many others! Please do check out my first book if you enjoy fantasy stories. :)

Adamus_Auguste · Fantasía
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Leveling Up... or Down?

Adam's draconic horns glinted before the raging inferno charring the power-driven kobolds. With each strike he delivered, his short sword sparkled a fiery aura, and his flowing dark hair fluttered in a wild dance.

Manve watched the blade crisscross in brutal yet calculated arcs through the air, dicing the howling enemies into bloody pieces.

His heart couldn't help but race at the gory spectacle, trepidation and respect melding in an intricate dance that resonated with his thoughts.

'A lord like that is worth serving.'

Why? The question echoed as he pondered it a little more.

'Is it because he's powerful? No, powerful people often fight for themselves. There's something more to it. Mhh... Is it because he's willing to fight for his subjects instead of relaxing behind?'

A subtle smile curled on the corner of his lips as his chest tightened.