Dragon King: Throne of Demons and Gods-Chapter 114: The Demon’s Game

In a small, quiet village at the edge of the kingdom stood a grand manor.

It was the kind of home you’d expect a successful adventurer to have, large, elegant, but a bit too flashy.

Inside, the halls were dimly lit, quiet except for the faint creak of old floorboards.

"Roderick?" a woman called out, yawning as she rubbed sleep from her eyes.

She walked slowly down the corridor, annoyed at having woken up alone.

"Honestly, leaving me alone like this..."

She shuffled into the living room, the glow of morning filtering through half-open curtains.

Her husband was there, seated silently in his favorite chair.

"You didn’t even answer me," she huffed, half-asleep and half-irritated. She glanced towards the windows, noticing the overgrown hedges outside. "Look at the garden... those lazy housekeepers haven’t trimmed it in days. I swear they’re just wasting our money."

She sighed deeply, turning back towards her husband.

Her irritation vanished instantly. Her heart froze.

Roderick’s face was twisted horribly, his eyes wide open, bulging from their sockets. His mouth hung open grotesquely, frozen in a silent, desperate scream.

His skin had turned an unsettling shade of purple, veins clearly visible, swollen against his skin.

"Roderick!" she shrieked, stumbling backward.

Her scream echoed throughout the manor.

Meanwhile, deep within the dungeon...

Meanwhile, in the city, Baron of Eldric was having a rough night.

He twisted and turned in his bed, restless, sheets tangled around him. Suddenly, he jolted awake, breathing hard, eyes wide in confusion.

He rubbed his eyes roughly and stared up at the ceiling.

"Bad dream again?" said a soft, soothing voice beside him.

The Baron shot up, heart racing.

Sitting casually on the chair next to his bed was the woman... that woman.

The demon who had destroyed his village. She was calmly flipping through the pages of a book, not even looking up.

His throat closed up; he tried to scream, but not even a squeak came out.

The woman chuckled softly.

"Sorry, Edran. Normally I enjoy loud encounters, but tonight I’m just not in the mood for noise."

Edran’s voice trembled, panic choking his words. "If you hurt me, the dragon... Belzerion... he’s with me! He’s working for me! He’ll get revenge!"

She paused mid-page-turn, looking up slowly, amusement dancing in her eyes.

"Working... for you? A dragon? A Demon Lord working for a little human Baron?" She chuckled again, lightly. "I confirmed it with him, you know. You and he aren’t connected. I thought maybe you were something special, one of his underlings hiding cleverly in disguise. But you’re not, are you? Just an ordinary man desperately clinging to illusions."

Fear could literally flow through Edran’s veins.

"What...what do you want from me? You’ve gotten everything! You’ve ruined me!"

She smiled gently, her voice like honey dripping with venom.

"First, I came seeking gold but stumbled upon a diamond. Later, I came for a diamond, but I discovered platinum. But every time I tried to grasp it, something got in the way. I’m losing patience, Baron."

He shook his head frantically.

"Why won’t you leave me alone?! Why me? There are plenty of other monsters out there!"

Her eyes widened in surprise, then slowly, she covered her cheeks with both hands, looking like a young girl shyly confessing her love.

Her voice dropped to a chilling whisper.

"Why you, Baron? Because I’m in love. With the things I bite but don’t eat. Others may see only your outward ugliness, but what I cherish is your... inside."

Suddenly, darkness swallowed the room completely. The Baron opened his mouth, tried desperately to scream, but there was only suffocating silence.

Just as quickly, moonlight seeped back into the room, and the Baron was alone once more, shaking uncontrollably.

She was gone.

That night, the world slept, unaware that this night marked humanity’s twilight.

Most people lay in their beds, dreaming about tomorrow, while across the kingdom, despair spread quietly, one painful cry at a time.

In a fresh grave, a hero rested forever, the earth still fresh and mournful. Deep within the castle walls, another hero cried silently for the friend he’d lost.

Bodies lay forgotten in streets and houses, bathed by the eerie red glow of the night.

People with purple blood quietly headed for the capital, whispering and smiling.

They were celebrating, unnoticed by all, the rise of their Hero.

Far away from their celebrations, the dungeon shook violently.

Bel’s aura exploded outwards, thick and fierce, turning the air a deep purple.

[Evolution Initiated: Drake → Wyvern]

[Draconic Core Limit Reached - Awaiting Full Activation]

His body was a temple of pain and power, each heartbeat echoing like thunder inside him.

His skin cracked and reshaped, scales growing darker and tougher.

His feet widened, draconic claws digging into the stone beneath, each step heavier than the previous.

Horns grew from his skull, longer and sharper, curling wickedly backward.

A muscular tail burst from behind, smashing rocks as it swung wildly, adjusting to its new weight.

Then came a new sensation, new yet oddly familiar.

Underneath his arms, great wings of dark, leathery skin stretched and unfurled, flapping once as if testing their strength.

Bel’s head tilted upwards instinctively, facing the sky as the violent energy pulsed through every inch of his being.

Suddenly, the storm within him quieted, and his eyes opened.

Deep white, empty at first, then another heartbeat, and they shifted sharply to an intense purple.

Slowly, Bel lowered his gaze.

His transformation was complete.

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[Draconic Evolution System]

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[1. STATS]

[Level: 83]

[Race: Dragon]

[Title: Demonic Wyvern]

[Class: Demon General]

[HP: 48,550 / 49,200]

[MP: 59,500 / 70,000]

[Stamina: 28,800 / 45,000]

[EXP: 11,400 / 500,000]

[Unallocated Stat Points: 175]

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Primary Attributes

Strength: 2,245

Toughness: 1,785

Agility: 2,065

Endurance: 1,730

Intelligence: 2,030

Wisdom: 2,110

Pressure: 95

Luck: 11

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Draconic Core: 95% (Ready for Ascension) ———————————————————

Secondary Attributes

Wyvern’s Sovereignty (Fusion Trait - Upgraded from Drake’s Dominion)

Aura Suppression: Maxed

Draconic Regeneration: Supreme

Elemental Affinity: Fire, Ice, Lightning, Water, Earth, Wind (Maxed)

Morphose (Active): Transform fully into wyvern form, dramatically enhancing flight speed and aerial combat capabilities.

Instinct (Passive - Enhanced): Sharpened senses and advanced battle intuition, allows precise evasion and instantaneous counters.

Rage (Passive - Enhanced): Significantly boosts all stats when HP drops below 50%.

Dragonhide (Enhanced): Greatly reduces physical and magical damage, significantly weakens all status ailments.

Wyvern’s Roar: Temporarily stuns weaker opponents and disrupts enemy spellcasting.

Sky Predator (Passive): Amplifies damage and agility when airborne. ———————————————————

[2. SKILLS]

Abyssal Flame

Eternal Ice

Bolt Mode

Primordial Drench

Terra Genesis

Meteor Smash

Elemental Convergence [Stage 2]

Reflex (Passive)

Poison Mastery

Critical Chances (Passive)

Lesser Demon Slayer

Beast Slayer

Reptilian Slayer

Piercing Strike

Stormcaller’s Wrath (Wind Elemental Attack) Aerial Dominance (Boost flight maneuverability and combat effectiveness) ———————————————————

[3. STORAGE]

Inventory Slots: 18/160

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[4. REFINEMENT]

Fuse Skills

Upgrade Traits

Synthesize Weapon

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Bel observed his new body closely, stretching out the powerful wings that now emerged from beneath his arms.

"A wyvern, huh?"

He couldn’t help but grin a little. This evolution thing had a funny sense of humor.

First, he’d been a Wyrm, then a Lindworm, and a Drake after that, and now, this.

Every time he evolved, something new and powerful came along: magic, strength, and now flight.

He glanced up toward the endless sky of the dungeon.

If this was just his humanoid form, then his true dragon form would probably be a flying monster with abilities way beyond what he’d already seen.

That was exciting.

But no, better not rush things.

"I’ll save the final form for the final boss," he muttered to himself.

It was smarter to keep surprises ready just in case things went sideways.

Then something else crossed his mind: the system message.

It said his Draconic Core was ready for ascension.

"What does that even mean?" Bel murmured, squinting at the screen. "Maybe because it’s not maxed yet?"

He frowned slightly, rubbing his chin in thought. It had been ages since he last put any points into his Draconic Core.

He was hoarding his points just in case he ran into something nasty that needed him to suddenly boost his strength, defense or magic.

But it was only five percent left. Could he max it out with a little investment? How many points would he need in Pressure?

Bel opened his palm, focusing carefully. A purple flame erupted effortlessly.

His eyes widened briefly in surprise.

This wasn’t listed in his previous abilities. Fear inducement, regenerating power from fights and negative emotions, and even control over demons.

It all sounded crazy. Could he command demons to just... kill themselves?

He shook his head, smirking slightly at the twisted idea.

"Sounds tempting, but better not test it here. Might not count as my kill if they just die by themselves."

Another message popped up, interrupting his thoughts.

[New Quest Received: Cloth of Destruction]

Objective: Defeat 5,000 Greater Demons

Reward: Cloth of Destruction Active

[New Quest Received: Void Orb Enhancement]

Objective: Defeat 5,000 Greater Demons

Progress: (0/5,000)

Bel’s eyes widened as he read the brutal requirements. He couldn’t help but let out a tired, somewhat amused laugh.

Five thousand? Greater demons? Each one probably as strong as the wind titan, if not stronger.

He sighed and looked upward again. Now that he thought about it, he could sense them, life forms gathering somewhere ahead.

Maybe that’s why he had gotten this new flight ability just now.

"Convenient," he said quietly, smirking.

Bel spread his new wings slowly, feeling the power behind each leathery flap.

He crouched slightly, building tension in his legs. Then, with a powerful leap, he launched himself into the air.

At first, he soared high, feeling his heart pound with excitement.

As he started slowing down, he darted suddenly in several directions, zigzagging at a terrifying speed through the air to test the precision of his flight.

Each movement was smooth, effortless, like second nature.

Once again it was like a memory he just recovered.

Satisfied, Bel steadied himself, took a deep breath, and propelled forward at blazing speed, the wind roaring past him.

"Alright," he grinned fiercely. "Let’s see what this new form can do."

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