Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

It was as if a sword had cleaved the heavens.

In that moment, the sky split open, and the earth stretched wide.

Mountains crumbled, seas of fire parted.

Between heaven and earth, there was only one figure walking through the air.

His divine presence was overwhelming, ethereal, and wherever he passed, it seemed nothing could stand in his way.

Looking up at the sky, the creatures beneath Sacredfire Mountain couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe, a fear that came from the very depths of their souls.

Only now did they finally realize who this person was.

He was unmistakably... a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse!

No, he was far beyond an ordinary powerhouse.

The Eight Ebon Goddesses—each one of them possessed the strength of a Holy Emperor.

No matter where they were in the world, they stood at the pinnacle of power, feared and revered.

But even so, the oppressive aura any one of the Eight Ebon Goddesses could emit was nothing compared to this.

With a single step, Timothy shattered the Sacredfire Mountain range, his arrival like that of a demon lord descending upon the world.

His overwhelming might allowed no defiance.

Wherever he walked, the path opened before him!

Boom.

As if sensing this terrifying pressure, even the skies above Sacredfire Mountain began to change.

The sky darkened, and thunder rumbled through the swirling clouds.

To the ghosts of the Netherworld and the various realms, the Eight Holy Maidens were the highest, untouchable beings.

No one had ever imagined that one day, someone would come here alone.

One man, shattering Sacredfire Mountain, challenging the Eight Ebon Goddesses by himself!

"What nerve! Not only did you use Morganna's Origin Stone to send us a challenge, but you actually dared to come here alone.

But Sacredfire Mountain isn't a place you can just come and go as you please.

Since you've come, you'll stay here forever!"

At that moment, a brilliant light suddenly rose from behind Sacredfire Mountain.

Seven beams of light shot into the sky, each one radiating immense power.

At the forefront was Belladonna, the leader of the Seven Ebon Goddesses.

Her golden armor reflected a light as dazzling as the sun, and her gaze was filled with arrogance, as if she truly believed herself to be a goddess.

"Be careful, Belladonna. Morganna died at his hands," warned Thalassa, one of the Ebon Goddesses standing nearby.

She was clearly more cautious of Timothy, her wariness evident.

Anyone bold enough to challenge seven people alone was not to be underestimated.

But... wasn't he being a bit too reckless?

"Careful?" Belladonna scoffed, completely unconcerned.

"You dare set foot on Sacredfire Mountain? This challenge letter will be your fate!"

With a cold snort, she casually tossed the letter in her hand.

Her spiritual energy turned into a blade, and in an instant, the challenge letter was sliced in half.

It was a clear message—she intended to use the fate of this letter to show Timothy what kind of consequences his actions would bring.

"I gave you a challenge letter, didn't I?

Oh, good. That's a relief."

To everyone's surprise, Timothy actually let out a sigh of relief as he watched the letter get cut in half.

He had been a little worried that his unreliable system might pull some hidden trick on him and turn the challenge letter into a love letter instead.

After all, these women were nowhere near worthy of being compared to goddesses.

"Hmm?"

Belladonna was momentarily stunned. She hadn't expected Timothy to react like that.

Her brows furrowed, and she felt as though her authority had been trampled on.

But just then, Timothy's gaze suddenly locked onto the seven of them.

As the light in his left eye began to glow, his aura surged dramatically.

"Sorry, your challenge letter just reminded me—my dear Goddess Sylvia is still waiting for me in bed. So, let's wrap this up quickly."

A violent gust of wind swept through the air, and within the storm, flames began to rise.

A long, piercing cry echoed across Sacredfire Mountain as the flames transformed into a massive phoenix, bathed in fire.

Its fiery feathers blazed brightly, and the power of the phoenix came from the Phoenix Blade in Timothy's hand.

The phoenix soared, reborn from the flames, and heavenly fire rained down.

The overwhelming sea of flames seemed to set the very sky ablaze, engulfing everything in its path, including the seven Ebon Goddesses.

"This guy's strength is no joke! If we want to be cautious, we should—"

"No need."

Belladonna quickly dismissed the suggestion to retreat.

"The Lord of the Underworld is still in seclusion. We can't allow anyone who poses a threat to pass through here.

More importantly…"

Her demeanor shifted from the divine indifference she had shown earlier. A twisted, cold smile crept across her face, completely at odds with her status as one of the Ebon Goddesses.

"Don't you think that if we add his flesh and blood to the mix, it might speed up the Lord's plan?"

"What do you mean, sister?"

"This man isn't just powerful. I can sense it—he possesses an extraordinary physique.

We shouldn't just kill him.

We need to bring him back to the Ninefold Underworld!"

"You're right, sister. If he really has a rare sacred body, then we absolutely must capture him.

The Lord's plan can finally accelerate!"

Thalassa's face lit up with excitement, clearly not having considered this before.

As the fiery phoenix swept through the air, the seven of them exchanged sinister glances.

Boom!

Seven beams of light shot into the sky, piercing straight through the descending phoenix.

Even the massive body of the phoenix trembled.

It spread its wings, trying to gather flames to heal the wounds caused by the beams.

But it was futile. The combined power of seven Holy Emperor-level beings was something even a Heavenly-level artifact couldn't withstand.

The phoenix's body, impaled by the golden pillars, could not recover.

With a mournful cry, the phoenix could no longer soar and plummeted from the sky, crashing into the ground and shattering into a sea of flames.

"Now!"

As the fallen phoenix disintegrated into scattered flames, Belladonna and the other six figures darted forward in unison.

"Necromantic Art: The Eightfold Soul-Sealing Chains!"

Though Morganna was dead, Belladonna wielded two chains herself.

Eight chains shot out simultaneously, converging on the center. As the chains intertwined like the roots of a tree, dark runes began to flow along their lengths.

The eerie atmosphere grew thicker, a chilling sensation that even the deepest pits of the Netherworld couldn't match.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"I don't want to die!"

The chains seemed to be forged from endless resentment.

Amidst the agonized screams, the resentment coalesced into a massive, pitch-black chain that stretched across the heavens, like a giant black serpent lunging toward Timothy.

Snap.

The chains were imbued with spatial laws, locking Timothy in place just as he was about to escape into the void.

"I thought you'd be more impressive, but it turns out you're nothing special.

Once you're caught by the Eightfold Soul-Sealing Chains, there's no escape.

You've already lost."

Belladonna's expression was filled with mockery, and the murderous intent radiating from her was unmistakable.

She stepped closer, her lips curling into a smile, as if victory was already in her grasp.

"Oh? Is that so?"

But just then, she sensed something different.

Timothy, who had been tightly bound by the Soul-Sealing Chains, lifted his head.

His eyes were now glowing with a brilliant, holy golden light!