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Demon's Virtue

"Bleh." - Imp An Imp, a monster known to kill with a grin, a demon of the world, a creature of incredible might! Something that no force in the world can stand against! At least that's what the Main Character would like himself to be, the reality is very different, however. Exactly that Imp stumbles along a path of unfortunate fortunes and grows through it, in a world that hates its very existence. It grows more intelligent, more powerful, simply better at whatever it needs to do. Amongst other things, that includes raising children, killing Soldiers, and carving wooden figurines for money.

DiceVR · Fantaisie
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777 Chs

Unconventional Classes

Eiro stepped out into the manor's gardens. Shimour, who followed behind him, took a look around with a chuckle, "I thought it when I came over here, but I doubt this is what this place always looked like, right?"

The Demon turned toward him with a raised brow, and then back at the gardens in front of him. It was true that it wasn't anything like when Eiro was first given this place. Most of it had been turned into personal training areas. The manor's barracks were reserved for the soldiers that Eiro brought with him from the Monster Town, including the training area there. He would practice there every once in a while, trying to instruct the monsters to improve their techniques and physical strength, but for the most part him and his party would train out here. It had enough space for them to just go all-out without disturbing anyone, and could be fine-tuned toward everyone's training without issue.