Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest-Chapter 388: From One to Sixty-Two

Without Adam noticing, the last day before the fairy wood’s conquest loomed around the corner. Yet he cracked his neck in a relaxed manner. Worried? Him? Not in the slightest.

BOOM

As he thought, a lightning bolt deafened the dream world. Its radiance engulfed his vision, the blinding edge impaling his flickering chest.

Screams? Pain? None.

Grinning, he watched the bolt continue on its roaring charge, his black and white kimono untouched and the red threads fluttering.

Along with them, a cold necklace adorned with a devilish eye pounded against the pristine ashenness of his chest. He raised his right hand, a bracelet featuring coiling dragons shining a mystical dark gold as he tucked his fingers around his chin. Both items were obtained from his talent wheel, and though he could have gotten more, he chose to pick fruits and ancient stones that could increase his base stats. After all, multiplying crumbs would still give him crumbs.

"I mastered blink."

Opposite him, Mab offered him a slow, conflicted nod. As the queen of magic, she had seen incompetent and legendary mages grovel at her feet, begging for enlightenment. But Adam was in a league of his own. Some say that hard work can never surpass pure talent. She had seen him do just that.

Lightning had ravaged him enough for even an established god to sweat in his bed, plagued by phantom pain and nightmares. But not him. Mangled, dying dozens of times, then hundreds, he rose with twice the rage.

She had been worried at some point and offered to interrupt the training, at least until he stabilised his mental state. To her surprise, his answer was scathing. A single heavy glare that still sent shivers down her spine. And the result? Fascinating...

Not only had he developed his spell but used it with such deft control that he could blink in place in a narrow yet fine dodge the moment the lightning should have connected. Even she had to admit it was true mastery at this point. And in what? Two short weeks?

"Terrifying." She muttered before she coughed in her fist and recomposed herself. "You call that parlor trick mastery?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "But I’ll give you the passing grades. Ready to dethrone that foolish son of mine and her joke of a queen?"

Adam clenched his fists, his gaze sharpening. "Titania won’t see another sunrise, and Oberon will repent, kneeling at your feet. But not now. Preparations are not over, and it so happens I have a day to focus on them."

Despite his confidence, Mab frowned. "I would have conquered the realm already if they were that weak." Her voice turned solemn. "Do not underestimate them."

"Who do you take me for? I know the battle will be bloody. But we’ll win." He stretched his fist toward Mab.

She hesitated for a second before she nodded and struck it. Then, her lips curved in amusement. "So dependable—everything a queen needs her husband to be. I’m almost considering your candidacy."

Adam rolled his eyes. "When did I ever apply? Get me out of this dream world before I commit suicide to escape your crap."

Mab waved her hand before his face, sneering. "Crap? You should feel honored. Anyway, I’ll watch your rise closely, Adam."

Before her words faded, the dream world’s pink sky faded. Polished stones replaced it in a dark ceiling as Adam felt the soft violet and golden carpet beneath him. He was back in the real world, ready to use his new mastery to empower himself further.

With a final nod at Mab, he bolted through the window. The bright evening sun shone on his ashen skin, and the sea’s salty winds whipped his hair. But time waited for no one, even less for him. He flickered, and the next second, he was gone.

He reappeared several thousands of kilometers east, where untouched nature blinded him. Hulking trees formed a tapestry of irregular yet breathtaking canopies. Twigs twanged, and leaves ruffled under the steps of beasts he couldn’t see... yet.

The periphery of his pupils ignited a fiery red as his vision shifted. The canopy vanished, giving way to a black and white world disturbed by green and red signatures in crooked bodies.

Satisfied by his infrared vision, he grinned as he estimated the creatures’ species. They were tall as balors and seemed organised around a gigantic fire that almost blinded him.

Cursing, he turned his infrared vision off and pierced the canopy down.

The rustles and cracking twigs alerted the five creatures seated around a steamy pot of bubbling liquid. They immediately snapped their ugly heads up, jagged fangs out and disproportionately large hands tightening around weapons crudely carved from alabaster bones.

Adam’s eyes hurt just watching their pale, blistered skins, bulging muscles, fat bellies, and the leathery loincloths hiding their genitals. "Tsk. Ogres are uglier in real life than in games."

The five ogres saw him, too, and roared, spitting greenish, viscous saliva that coated trees like glue.

"Oh, shut up." Vexed by their ugliness, he waved his hand.

WOOSH

A thin line of space solidified beneath the giant creatures before he even landed.

They froze, confused by the noise, but even more by their unresponsive legs. They tried to roar again, but no sound came out—no air came in either.

SPLASH

Their eyes widened in pure terror as rains of green blood erupted from their bodies. They could feel the painless yet horrible sensation of their spines scratching and sliding down into two pieces.

BAM

Ten body parts crashed on the musty ground, the chill of death beckoning. Even when darkness claimed their visions and stiffened their limbs, they didn’t understand what had killed them.

Adam watched them breathe their last before he snickered. "Severing their spines to cut their neural transmission makes it easier." He gazed at the trees. "At least, I don’t need to burn the forest down or taint my hands by touching these avatars of ugliness."

He dusted his hands, smiling as the familiar notification appeared before him. Yet, the orcs’ levels quite surprised him.

[You have defeated 5 tier 7 level 78 Forest Ogres. You have gained 10.000.000 experience points.]

His level, which had remained stuck at one for a year, was finally rocketing. "271 million to reach level ninety in less than a day." He stored the corpses in his magical cube, tapping a finger over his curved lips. "Since when has finding powerful beasts become the challenge? Time to grind!"

He glanced at his interface, not bothering to distribute his points yet and satisfied by all the energy he had absorbed in the citadel. One point per week seemed little, but not that much when considering the 1:1.000.000 points conversion rate between divine and mortal stats.

Name: Adam

Race: Twilight Draconian Emperor

Affinity: Chaos

﹂Plasma, Space,

Talent: EX grade: From gamer to god!

Job: God of Freedom and Vengeance

Class: Titan Slayer

LVL: 1->62

Exp: 441.340/10.391.660

HP: 1.444/1.444

Vitality: 12 (+20) (+112) = 144

Strength: 20 (+42) (+112) = 174

Agility: 25 (+56) (+112) = 193

Primordial chaotic essence: 2->56

Free attribute points: 310

Items: Chaosbringer, Magical cube, Amaterasu no Tamoto, Eye of the Demon King, Draconic Bracelet

Authorities: Unfettered Will, Body of pure chaos, Tyrant of the Golden Age, The Coil’s Return, Heavenly Bones of Gathering Clouds, Scorch of Genesis.fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com