Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest-Chapter 389: The One-Eyed Overlord

The sun fell on the eastern wilderness, yet the calmness promised by the night never settled. Under the bright moon, terrifying roars and agonising howls disturbed the natural landscape.

Each time space trembled, colossal creatures collapsed. Trolls and wyverns lay bisected in bloody rivers so thick that the moon seemed to take a scarlet hue. Even the wilderness overlord didn’t escape the calamity befalling the region.

In his ancient castle, built atop the tallest hill and surrounded by an expanse of cracked rocks from which burning gases swirled as if the earth itself breathed, he frowned on his throne. freewebnoveℓ.com

Alabaster skulls formed the giant armrests he clutched like mere apples. A hulking creature’s spine made for the back, hidden behind his protruding chest muscles.

He enjoyed the sunrise every morning. But even as stars faded and a delicate orange tint replaced the darkness, morning seemed far. All because of the black-and-white-haired invader, whom he now glared at with his unique eye.

His castle reeked of putrid blood. Grotesque corpses of Fomorians, his loyal subjects, littered the ground. They were supposed to be his soldiers, a force accumulated in secrecy to invade the divine realms, the blade that would cull the gods. Yet, the invader had butchered them like lambs. And it infuriated him.

He rose from his seat, his body drowning the throne room in long shadows. The only eye located in the middle of his forehead shone a mystical light as his voice thundered.

"Who dares set foot in my domain when even the monarch of the fairies shudders at my name? Speak, foolish child, for you’ve provoked a wrath beyond your reckoning. I am Balor of the Evil Eye—mercy is a word unknown to me, and restraint even more so."

Although Adam looked like an ant compared to the giant, he smirked without fear. "The one who’ll kill you. But I admit you intrigue me. Giant, a single eye like the cyclopes, and Balor, like the demonic species as a name. What are you?" He shook his head, pointing at his forehead mockingly. "And how are you that ugly? A true insult to the eye."

Balor’s frown deepened, veins throbbing on his forehead. His foot crashed on the ground, cracking it.

"From me comes Ethniu, then Lugh. Ireland was in my grasp before the Tuatha Dé Danann’s advent. I’m death and destruction incarnate. And that eye you dared to mock is what made them tremble!"

Without giving Adam time to react, his eye burst with an unsettling dark light.

Adam’s instincts blared in alarms louder than when Zeus had almost torn his head off. Death approached, yet the giant didn’t move. Even space was eerily silent.

Something was wrong—everything was. His smile vanished, solemness twisting his lips. Blink? No. It felt like the ethereal kind of ability he hated. A curse? Perhaps. Anyway, dodging wasn’t the answer. But he had another in store.

Eyes narrowing, dark flames burst from his skin with a chaotic roar. His powerful muscles and indestructible bones instantly transformed into a raging inferno that reeked of sulfur.

A split second later, he sensed an insidious power envelop him. Like a ghostly nail driven into him, it crashed inside his chest, piercing the place his heart should have been.

Blasted apart by the silent impact, flames parted in a round hole—through which Balor could now see the other side of the room.

Balor roared in laughter, the corner of his eye wrinkling as Adam dropped to his knees. "You thought those pitiful flames could defy me, whelp? You’re not even worth remembering. History won’t mourn your name—it won’t even know it."

"Oh?"

He froze at the surprising sound of Adam’s voice, his eye widening. "How is it..."

"Possible?" Adam continued for him, his blazing figure growing to match the giant’s size. New flames closed the hole in his chest instantly, and his smirk returned. "Death at a glance. A powerful ability, I’ll give you that. But it lacks originality, not to mention it’s ineffective against pure fire."

He shrugged. Between Medusa’s petrification and the many games featuring similar eye curses, he had somewhat guessed the danger.

"Eyes abilities are fearsome—to normal individuals, that is. I have many methods to negate them." He raised his palm, his voice dripping with mockery. "I wonder which to choose, though?"

Before his words faded, the air distorted. Dozens of lifelike illusions of him formed around Balor.

"First, I can confuse you. Second..." The illusions blazed with increasing intensity, the dark flames turning more blinding than a star.

Balor shielded his eye with his hands, groaning and about to retort.

But Adam didn’t give him the time to. "The most evident solution is sometimes the best. Tell me how you will glance at me when you’re blinded?"

"Pathetic tricks! As if mere light could blind me, the grandfather of the god of light!" Balor endured the radiance, his eye reddening but also igniting with destructive powers as he shoved his clenched fists down and leaned forward.

ZOOO

A terrifying noise split the air, followed by a violet beam. It cleaved through the illusions like a fiery blade, digging a melting gash on the walls behind. Moving his head in every direction, he drew a crisscrossing net of inescapable destruction.

BOOM

Molten rubble rained from the collapsing ceiling, and the walls exploded. Amidst the chaos of rising dust, the illusions faded into drifting sparks, including where Adam stood.

Balor scrutinised them, not underestimating Adam’s fiery nature anymore. Yet, the sparks died down as soon as they touched the ground.

Silence lingered for a second before he clenched his fists and snorted. Of course, he had won with how he had vaporised the intruder. Death at a glance? Amateur. Would gods fear him if it was all he could do?

However, dread’s icy fingers wrapped around his heart as Adam’s voice echoed in his ears. "You won. Just kidding. That’s how you vaporise someone."

An inferno of blinding plasma erupted before he could even open his mouth. It instantly devoured him like a ravenous beast. More than mere fire, he recognised in horror its hidden power—Beelzebub’s gluttony. But it was too late. In a heartbeat, his skin turned into ash, his blood evaporated, and his bones melted.

Adam watched his flames consume the rubble, the room, and Balor in a melting cacophony of burning air. Then, he raised his cap, revealing his ashen torso in its natural size. "Oops, sorry. I replaced myself with an illusion before turning invisible. Well, it doesn’t matter since history won’t even know a fool like you died."

Though he enjoyed returning the annoying taunts, he enjoyed receiving his kill notification even more.

[You have defeated the tier 8 level 100 boss: Balor of the Evil Eye. You have gained 50.000.000 experience points.]

With the other creatures he had killed, his level was... he glanced at his interface, a grin curving his lips.

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: 62->91

Exp: 12.000.000/63.000.000

HP: 1.444/1.444

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

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

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

Primordial chaotic essence: 56

Free attribute points: 455

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.

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AN: This is (Celtic) Irish mythology. I think I mentioned it during the second event, but Lugh is the god of light and craftsmanship. Balor is his grandfather. The Tuatha Dé Danann is the godly faction (like the Aesir, for example). It won’t have much impact, though. Still, it helps for clarity.