How to Make the Perfect Demon Lord-Chapter 58: Jamie Transforms Into A Demon?
The fingers of the participants trembled, and so did their faces. Chunks of meat collapsed from the skies, painting their attire red. A large, powerful beast had appeared out of nowhere—one second the games were running, the next they were forced to stop. Then it blew up. It almost felt like that had been its mission from the start. And yet,many thought it exploded because of someone, the only individual close enough when it happened.
Jamie Noter.
Suspicion filled the air as different takes on what transpired began to form.
"He wanted to kill it himself all along!"
"He’s just a greedy bastard!"
They whispered among themselves—those whose attacks Jamie had neutralized and pushed off the grid. Yet deep down, they were grateful. Their own attacks wouldn’t have sufficed. They wouldn’t have worked.
Jamie knelt on the ground, staring at his bloody hands. Tears dropped rapidly onto his palms as his head froze in place.
"Why the hell does this place joke with people’s lives like they’re nothing?" he cried. "Since the first game, there’s been nothing but death. And now Ingrid... she didn’t want to hurt anybody. Then why—why did she have to die like that? Tell me why!"
He raised his head, and an answer finally surfaced from the chaos of his thoughts.
Images flooded his mind—faces smiling maniacally.
It had to be the goddess. It had to be the overseers. They see everything, don’t they? They even say it themselves, bluntly, like it’s something to be proud of.
Jamie clenched his teeth, hatred igniting a flame that had long stayed dormant.
"I will kill them. I will fucking kill them all!"
He shouted aloud, his voice echoing across the battlefield like a monster’s roar. Alexander heard it. The captains heard it. And Greg heard it too, but unlike the others, he welcomed it, smiling like a predator hearing its prey scream.
Every word Jamie spoke was ruled by hatred, the kind he had buried from the moment he arrived.
Suddenly
Smoke began to rise around him. Dark, toxic smoke that killed every plant it touched, draining life from them, rotting them instantly. But to Jamie, it wasn’t hazardous. It was nourishing.
"Oooh, he’s turning into a beast!"
"Don’t let that smoke touch you!"
Players scattered, fleeing from Jamie, refusing to look back—not even for a moment.
Within the ruckus, the elf Sandra stood atop a tree, a bottle strapped to her back. She looked sympathetic, almost unsurprised, like she had seen such a transformation before. The smoke diffused toward her position, moving as if alive, chasing away anyone who came too close. It wasn’t random—it was forming a barrier, protecting the transformation.
Someone else was orchestrating this.
"Ahhhhh!!"
Jamie screamed in pain. His eyes reddened as blood vessels burst. Every bone in his body began to extend—those that didn’t break through his skin snapped and split instead. In his mind, one word echoed endlessly.
Justice.
Siiiiing—
The first two appeared between his shoulders, right at the joints, separating flesh like they were never meant to connect. His shirt tore apart instantly.
Jamie’s cries shifted, no longer human—something deeper, more demonic.
Siiing—
Another horn emerged from his forehead, as large as a wild boar’s. Blood dripped from the wound, falling to the ground, swallowed immediately by the toxic smoke.
His skin began to change as well. From the waist up, it burned through his clothing, each cell transforming into a hard white layer—too clean, too pure, like sheep’s wool, as if there was anything holy about what he was becoming.
Near his chest and right shoulder, the pattern shifted—red instead of white, streaked with subtle black along the edges.
And then came the final touch—his face.
A mask appeared, not worn, but fused onto him, as if placed directly over his skin. A hole was already carved into its forehead, built into the design.
"Rooa!" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
He roared skyward, the sound so loud it forced players to cover their ears to keep their eardrums from bursting.
The transformation was complete.
Three horns—one on the forehead, two on the shoulders. White skin marked with red lines across his chest and shoulder. His trousers, strangely, remained intact.
Surprisingly, no evil malice radiated from him. He stood silent. Calm.
Ironic as hell too.
The smoke began to settle, vanishing into thin air. Its task was finished, exactly as Sandra had expected.
"What an ugly beast," the goddess muttered, drawing the attention of the surrounding captains. None dared to respond. They didn’t understand what they were seeing, and silence felt safer.
Then
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Greg rushed forward with haste, moving like a ninja from the samurai era. It was simple really, follow where everyone else was running away from. A classic navigation trick.
He stepped into the settling smoke, unaffected. It parted for him as he passed, at least from Sandra’s viewpoint, a clear display of a vice-captain’s power.
Vuuu!!!
He stopped directly in front of Jamie, who still knelt on the ground, the transformation having drained him completely. Sandra watched closely from her perch high on a tree branch.
"Jamie, Jamie, Jamie," Greg muttered, circling him slowly, breathing heavily. "You were a demon all along."
"Demon? No," Sandra whispered to herself. "I fought those things when I first arrived. If he were one, I would’ve sensed it from miles away."
She frowned, confused. Appearance-wise, Jamie fit perfectly—but his presence felt human.
"Wait!"
Her eyes widened in realization.
There was a process—half-demons could be created. If Jamie had been exposed to even a small amount of demon blood, he could transform. But it couldn’t have come from his parents. She would have sensed that long ago.
"Roar!!"
Demon Jamie roared at Greg. Even now, he recognized him—the man who wanted him dead.
"Oooh, easy there, little boy," Greg taunted. "No need to get excited."
Swing—
A metal object formed in Greg’s right hand, taller than he was. At its end, a scythe curved like the Grim Reaper’s—sharp, glowing.
"It’s time for you to die."
