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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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Supreme Emperor Verena

To be the Keeper of the Soulbridge, guarding the Bridge of Souls, one must possess unfathomable power.

Even after taking on the mantle of the Lord of the Underworld, Erelyn had never crossed paths with her in the past century.

If it were anyone else, Erelyn would never have been able to open this rift in space.

But now, standing before Timothy and Sylvia, she seemed to trust them completely.

What others could never achieve, perhaps they truly had a chance to turn the tide.

The Sepulcher of the Sacred on the continent of Elant was on the verge of collapse, and no one knew when the Netherworld would face its second attack.

If there was any hope of ending this war that threatened both realms, it might rest in their hands.

The rift slowly opened. Erelyn, once again drawing on the power of the Netherworld, was now extremely weak. Even the color of her soul seemed to be fading.