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 · Fantasia

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777 Chs

Grandour

Eiro didn't manage to properly contain his broad grin. This was an amazing, extraordinary find. With a satisfied expression and mind, the Demon stepped along further into the room, just making the ice model of the magic circle that the hidden passages, rooms, and walls seemed to create completely disappear.

"So you think that the passages are part of a magic circle?" Nelli asked, "It doesn't really look like one, now does it?" The Naiad pointed out.

Eiro didn't have to think about it for a long time before he simply shook his head, "That's actually not true. It might seem chaotic at first, like basically everything here in this mansion, but there is a weird sense of order to it. There are patterns in this, the kind that I recognize from magic circles. I think I may be able to find out more things like that in here." Eiro looked around at the books, running his fingers over the leather of the old, or even ancient, scriptures placed into the bookshelves around him.

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