Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

The dark purple pill seemed to sprout countless eerie, chilling tendrils.

Even though it was just a Demonic Beast Essence that had long been refined, Timothy could swear he saw it twitch slightly.

It looked terrifying and grotesque, yet somehow, it seemed to be tempting Timothy, trying to lure him into swallowing it.

This Demonic Beast Essence, extracted from a Beast Monarch at the Emperor level, was proof of how much effort Sylvia had put into crafting this elixir.

But the pill, about the size of a small fist, made Timothy so uneasy that he didn't even want to get close to it.

A chilling laugh echoed in the air, sending waves of oppressive energy rippling outward.

It felt like a sinister whisper, as if it wanted to drag anyone nearby into an abyss.

Timothy had studied every alchemy book in the Sky Sanctuary's Arcane Library, from ancient times to the present, and was familiar with all recorded elixirs.

Whether it was a seventh, eighth, or even ninth-tier elixir, none of them, according to the records, had ever laughed or shown signs of sentience.

The elixir Sylvia had crafted had clearly crossed the boundary of what was considered "alive."

This terrifying pill wasn't just dangerous for him—Timothy was sure that even a Supreme Emperor-level expert in the Ascension Phase would probably meet their end if they dared to consume it.

"Uh, honey, I think I'll pass on this one," Timothy said, a bit awkwardly, trying to decline Sylvia's enthusiastic offer.

"But…"

Sylvia clearly wasn't ready to take no for an answer. "Your energy feels a bit off right now. There might be something wrong with your body. I made this elixir myself. It might not be as potent as the Dragon's Roar Supreme Vitality Pill you crafted, but it should do wonders for restoring your vitality."

Her eyes filled with concern, Sylvia gently pushed the pill back toward Timothy.

"Seriously, honey, I can't take this," Timothy insisted.

"No way. This is about your health. We can't just brush it off like that. Besides, I'm partly responsible…"

Sylvia's face flushed slightly as she recalled how they had made love for four hours straight after returning from the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

Even though she felt a bit embarrassed, her main concern was still Timothy's well-being.

"I really don't think I should…"

"No, you have to take it! Trust me, it'll be really good for you."

"Uh, there are other ways to restore vitality, you know. If this doesn't work, maybe we could try something else, honey," Timothy suggested, coughing lightly.

"What other way?" Sylvia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, why don't you guess, sweetheart?"

Sylvia hesitated, unsure of what Timothy was hinting at. But as he leaned closer, she could feel the chaotic flow of energy inside him more clearly.

She didn't know what other method Timothy was referring to, but as he inched closer, Sylvia's soft lips instinctively moved toward his.

"Besides the flood, there's also… uh…"

Elder Turner, who had been muttering to himself, suddenly froze in place when he looked up.

What he saw left him speechless.

The goddess was holding a wooden box, her face inching closer to Timothy's, their eyes locked in a tender gaze.

And that wasn't all—Elder Turner immediately recognized the material of the box in Sylvia's hand.

It was made of sandalwood.

This type of wood grows in desolate, uninhabited deserts, fiercely guarded by powerful beasts, making it nearly impossible to approach.

But despite the extreme difficulty in obtaining this wood, its only real use is to preserve vitality, particularly for storing rare aphrodisiac pills.

Because of this, very few practitioners would go to such great lengths to acquire sandalwood.

Unless…

"So, what's inside that box is…"

It wasn't just Elder Turner—every other elder in the room was struggling to keep their composure.

These old men and women, who had lived through countless years, were not prepared to witness such a scene.

Who would've thought that the goddess would start showing off her affection for Timothy right here in the Sky Sanctuary?

"Ahem, that was just a mistake. I got a little distracted, and before I knew it…" Sylvia, realizing the awkwardness of the situation, quickly tried to explain.

But with her tousled hair, her glistening lips, and the wooden box in her hand containing some mysterious elixir, her words didn't seem very convincing.

"Goddess, I've prepared the remaining reports. Please take a look at them when you have a moment," Elder Turner said respectfully, presenting the documents.

"Elder Turner, what are you doing?" Sylvia asked, slightly puzzled.

"We old folks are planning to go have a drink. Aside from the situation with the Thalindor Kingdom, most of the other matters aren't too pressing. If you have any questions, we'll be at your service. But for now…"

Elder Turner turned away, his eyes glistening as if holding back tears.

The other elders shared his sentiment. In the face of the goddess's blatant display of affection, the sweet atmosphere had become unbearable for them.

Sylvia: "…"

Realizing the unintended emotional damage she had caused, Sylvia didn't stop the elders from leaving.

But as she watched their slightly unsteady steps, she couldn't help but feel that these once-vibrant elders had suddenly aged several years in an instant.

The hall fell into a brief silence. Enjoy new adventures from My Virtual Library Empire

Sylvia muttered with a hint of playful annoyance, "Of all times, why did you have to pick the middle of a meeting?"

"You're one to talk, goddess," Timothy teased.

"I—!"

After a moment of silence, both of them burst into laughter at the same time, as if in perfect sync.

After all, it wasn't easy to break the composure of those seasoned elders.

Seeing Elder Turner's wobbly steps, Sylvia couldn't help but think that the old man, who had been talking about finding a partner for centuries but never took any real action, might finally be ready to take the plunge—if only to avoid further emotional torment.

"Oh well, oh well. Honestly, Elder Turner's reports are so dry, it's like listening to a history book. I'd rather read them myself," Sylvia said with a casual wave of her hand, clearly not too concerned about the minor details.

Instead, she picked up the report with interest and placed it between herself and Timothy so they could read it together.

Aside from the ongoing situation with the Thalindor Kingdom, there were numerous other reports about various matters.

Some detailed the rise and fall of Demonic Sects, others mentioned the discovery of secret realms, where powerful artifacts or rare treasures had appeared, drawing the attention of many sects.

There were also reports about wars and conflicts between human kingdoms.

While most of these issues weren't particularly urgent, it was still Sylvia's duty as the goddess to review them personally and ensure everything was in order.

She skimmed through the reports quickly, far faster than Elder Turner could have read them aloud.

But then, one particular report caught her eye, sparking her interest.