Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Waaah~"

In the flickering candlelight, Sylvia huddled in the corner, clutching her backside, looking pitifully at Timothy.

After a fierce struggle, she had managed to save her butt from further torment.

But her dignity as a proud goddess? That was almost completely gone!

Thank goodness they were in the Netherworld. If this had happened anywhere else, she'd never be able to show her face again!

"I refuse to believe this! I can do it!"

Sylvia couldn't accept that she couldn't muster any of her power. She spread her delicate fingers, trying to gather her spiritual energy in her palm.

"Hmm… ugh… huh…"

She gave it everything she had, as if she was using up every ounce of strength in her body. Finally, a faint glimmer of light appeared in her palm.

"Could it be? Am I finally getting my powers back?"

But just as the light flickered for a moment, all that appeared in her hand was a tiny icicle, barely the length of her pinky finger.

It was thin, short, and didn't even have the cold aura of real ice.

And then, right before Sylvia's eyes…

Crack!

It snapped in half and fell to the ground.

"This is too much! What the hell is going on in this Netherworld?!"

The brief spark of hope was instantly extinguished. Affected by her childlike body, Sylvia's eyes welled up with tears, and she almost burst into sobs.

"Ahem, honey, don't be mad. I mean, it's not every day I get a chance to mess with you like that. Who wouldn't take it?"

Timothy couldn't help but chuckle at Sylvia's pitiful expression.

After all, when else would he ever get the chance to tease a goddess like this? Probably never again.

Too bad he didn't get to spank her earlier…

"But seriously, honey, what do we do next?"

As he spoke, Timothy's playful tone faded, replaced by a hint of seriousness.

Though the warm candlelight flickered inside the room, the eerie blue sky outside and the thick ghostly aura were clear signs of the dangers lurking in the Netherworld.

What's worse, Sylvia's body had reverted to that of a child, and she couldn't tap into her Holy Emperor-level powers at all.

This place was practically a death trap.

Sylvia's gaze lingered for a moment, and she, too, became serious.

Even though her body had shrunk, her memories were still intact.

"I once talked with Sister Erelyn. The Netherworld is ruled by the Underworld Dynasty, which controls the passage of spirits to the afterlife. They also command all the ghosts in this realm.

If we want to find the ghost responsible for attacking the Sepulcher of the Sacred, we'll probably have to go to the Underworld Dynasty and find Sister Erelyn.

Otherwise, with the Netherworld being so vast, it'll be nearly impossible to find any clues."

"The Underworld Dynasty…"

Sylvia's words made Timothy nod in agreement.

She was right. Searching blindly now would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Their best bet was to head to the Underworld Dynasty to speed things up.

More importantly, the situation on the Elant continent was probably getting worse by the minute.

Holy Maiden Aeliana and Azura were safe behind that door, so there was no need to worry about them.

But the practitioners guarding the canyon outside the Sepulcher of the Sacred? It wouldn't be long before they were plunged into another deadly battle.

With the endless waves of skeleton armies, plus the captured Holy Emperor corpses, if they couldn't hold the line and were forced to retreat from the Sepulcher of the Sacred…

Even the most impenetrable protective formations wouldn't last more than half a month before they were breached.

And when that happens, the skeleton armies and the Holy Emperor will wreak havoc across the Elant continent.

Given the current strength of the practitioners on the Elant continent, and the extreme rarity of Holy Emperor-level powerhouses, it's not just a matter of widespread devastation—there's a real chance the entire continent could face total annihilation.

"In that case, let's head to the Underworld Dynasty as soon as possible," Timothy said with a slight smile.

"We can go to the Underworld Dynasty, sure, but I need to figure out how to get my body back first!" Sylvia exclaimed, hopping up and down in frustration as she looked at her tiny frame, which didn't even reach Timothy's waist.

She was desperate to avoid any more situations where Timothy flicked her forehead or, worse, threatened to spank her. She never wanted to experience that humiliation again. If she returned to the Elant continent like this, her reputation as Goddess Sylvia would be completely ruined!

"Don't worry, honey. I'll protect you. What's there to be afraid of?" Timothy chuckled, clearly amused by her frantic, adorable little outburst.

"But—!"

Creak.

Just as Sylvia was about to protest, the door suddenly opened.

"Miss, after you've finished absorbing the soul energy, do you need—"

A maid's ghostly figure entered the room as she spoke. But halfway through her sentence, she looked up and saw Timothy and the now tiny Sylvia.

At that moment, the ghostly aura surrounding Timothy had completely faded, and Sylvia was radiating a strong life force. The remnants of Elara's dissipated energy had long since vanished from the room. All that remained was the flickering candlelight and the overwhelming vitality filling the space.

"Miss… Miss is dead! You… you're alive?!"

The maid staggered back, her eyes wide with shock.

Her gaze was filled with terror as she stared at the two of them. No matter how hard she tried to process it, she couldn't believe that Timothy, who had been shrouded in such intense ghostly energy, was actually a living person from the Elant continent.

She didn't know how Timothy had managed to enter the Netherworld, but she understood one thing: the girl who was supposed to be a sacrifice had been freed.

And these two… had killed Elara!

In this place, Ereboth, Magnus Nightshade—who had once wielded Holy Emperor-level power in life—was the ultimate authority. No ghost could defeat him, and none dared to defy him. Even though Elara had consumed countless souls, no ghost had ever dared to lay a hand on her because of Magnus.

But today…

The maid stumbled backward, her eyes filled with terror as she looked at Timothy and Sylvia.

"Miss… Miss has been killed!"

She collapsed to the ground, her terrified scream echoing throughout the entire Lord's mansion.

In an instant, countless ghosts heard her cry.

"Aren't you going to stop her?" Sylvia asked, a little puzzled.

If Timothy had acted sooner and killed the maid, Magnus might not have found out about this at all. They could have slipped out of Ereboth without anyone knowing.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"There's no need," Timothy replied, shaking his head. His eyes gleamed with a cold, murderous intent. "They dared to capture you and planned to use you as a sacrifice. There's no way I'm leaving Ereboth without turning that ghost lord to dust."

"Who killed my daughter?!"

At that moment, a furious roar echoed through the mansion, filled with grief and rage.

A massive surge of soul energy erupted into the sky—Magnus had been completely enraged!