Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation-Chapter 540: Demon Lord (5)

Demon Lord (5)

Kuwaaang!

The rock face shattered to pieces.

Dust cascaded like a waterfall. The cave ceiling screamed and collapsed.

Clack. Clack.

From within, the Demon Lord walked out. Not a collar was out of place. Even the dust seemed to part to avoid him.

“Huff… huff…”

Afterwards, the Cult Leader appeared.

Plop. Plop.

He was carrying the palace heads on both shoulders. Yeo-rin and Wei-seom, both unconscious. Their hair, turned white, hung limp.

‘It was heavy.’

The realm of Profound Demon, even so, they had barely escaped.

Even following the path the Demon Lord had carved, they were exhausted from dodging falling rocks.

Pshhh.

The dust cloud slowly settled. Sunlight shone through. It was the first breath of outside air in quite some time.

“….”

Having already walked out, the Demon Lord focused on the characters before his eyes.

And this selection window gave him a new experience.

<Absolute Supreme Demonic Arts have been mastered.>

<Heavenly Demon King's Step has been mastered.>

<Ice Cold Demonic Arts has been mastered.>

<Nine-Sound Demonic Scripture has been mastered.>

“Oh!”

The harmony of the four Great Supreme Demon arts: Absolute Supreme Demonic Arts draws in all yin qi of heaven and earth and compresses it to the extreme. ℞аN𝖔𐌱Ёŝ

At his toes rested the authority to dominate space. The Heavenly Demon King’s Step, the supreme divine technique passed down only to the Cult Leader.

Ice Cold Demonic Arts, called the pinnacle of yin qi.

The legendary Ice Cold Demonic Arts, Nine-Sound Demonic Scripture, said to freeze even time.

He had mastered all of these in an instant.

‘It’s not simply a matter of learning.’

And it didn’t stop at merely being listed before him.

The entire source of the martial arts filled his mind, and they were perfectly imprinted on his body as if he had trained for decades.

“This time, even this…”

Just as his interest turned to something new.

“Um…”

The Cult Leader spoke cautiously.

A master of the Profound Demon realm being this careful, it was a sight anyone would find hard to believe.

“Why?”

“I’m sorry, but… the leaders…”

Swoosh-

The Demon Lord turned his head.

Yeo-rin and Wei-seom were already at death’s door.

They had poured all their life force into their spells.

Drip. Drip.

Blood ran from Yeo-rin’s nose. Veins were bursting one by one.

“Wait.”

The Demon Lord gazed into the void again. Then he began to mutter.

“This isn’t it… Ah, what’s this? Oh, there’s something like this too?”

The Cult Leader’s expression hardened, but he said nothing.

His life now depended entirely on him.

As he glanced at the pair drifting in and out of consciousness.

“Done.”

Flash!

Something incredible happened.

“Uhm…”

The dying Yeo-rin opened her eyes. Color returned to her pale face.

“This…”

Wei-seom also rose. His broken leg was whole. The blood that had been flowing back into the wounds, as if reversed, seeped back in.

<troops leader_Yeo-rin's HP and internal qi have both been fully restored.>

<troops leader_Wei-seom's HP and internal qi have both been fully restored.>

“As expected…”

The Demon Lord smiled with satisfaction. Then he turned his gaze elsewhere.

‘Just the world itself…’

A sudden impulse struck him. He wanted to tear it all apart and remake it.

He wondered how much fun it would be if it were possible.

<Error! Even an Administrator cannot freely change a world that already exists.>

‘So this won’t work?’

Crackle-

With a feeling of being forcibly bounced back, the Demon Lord slightly frowned.

‘There are limits.’

But the next moment, a completely unexpected proposal appeared.

<Would you like to create a new world with Administrator privileges?>

The Demon Lord’s eyes glinted strangely.

‘Creation…’

You can’t change it, but you can create one?

He didn’t know what that meant or what results it would produce.

But one thing was certain.

“This could be fun.”

It sparked his interest.

Enough to make him forget his current reality.

<You have chosen 'Create.'>

Rustle.

Once again, new options poured out.

<Where would you like to set the baseline standards for this worldview?>

<What is the development goal of this worldview?>

<Would you like to set the mode of intervention?>

<Do you allow concepts of memory and repetition?>

<Do you allow external consciousness access?>

<Would you like to leave residual consciousness?>

<Would you like to insert the Absolutist Protocol?>

A flood of incomprehensible questions poured out.

And unlike before, these questions seemed to require input of his own thoughts rather than selecting options.

“Um… Demon Lord.”

Sss-

Yeo-rin cautiously approached. Her white hair was turning black again.

Proof of full recovery.

“Ah.”

The Demon Lord briefly returned to reality.

“Right. You were here.”

But his attention quickly returned to the void, and his muttering continued.

“Will this work too? Oh, this is restricted… Wait, if I do it like this…”

Kugung.

Each time he selected something, the space around him trembled faintly.

“Cult Leader.”

The Demon Lord turned his gaze back.

Now he openly spoke down to the Heavenly Demon.

“Who is this guy you call a god?”

“That is…”

Heavenly Demon hesitated briefly. It wasn’t long.

“It is Earth Demon.”

A momentary silence.

Especially the palace heads’ faces darkened drastically.

The statement was quite shocking.

“Ah.”

The Demon Lord snorted a laugh.

“No wonder, something felt off.”

Heckle, heckle.

He brushed the dust lightly from his shoulder and said.

“Let’s meet later for now. In the meantime, hide where you can’t be seen.”

“What? You’re not going?”

Confusion flashed across Heavenly Demon’s face.

He had said he would go kill the god, and now it was being put off.

“Yes. I’m more curious about something.”

The Demon Lord waved his hand.

“Anyway, I’m killing the one pretending to be a god, one fingertip… no.”

Swoosh-

His gaze turned cold.

“One choice will suffice.”

<Would you like to select a removal target?>

The text appeared, visible only to the Demon Lord.

With those words, the Demon Lord vanished.

“Uh….”

Those left behind looked at one another.

Even the Cult Leader wore a bewildered expression.

The Demon Lord returned to his dwelling.

His gaze remained fixed on one place.

The system.

Beings called gods? Earth Demon? Those things no longer interested him.

‘He can be killed anyway.’

The Demon God realm. With that absolute certainty, there was no need to hurry.

Any god-impersonator who could be foretold to that extent would be at the Profound Demon level, at best an early Profound Demon at most.

“A new world…”

Rustle-

The text rearranged continuously. At first, martial arts caught his eye. But gradually.

<Factions>

<Characters>

<Tools>

His gaze went to more interesting things.

And the first thing he chose was Characters.

<Create>

<Remove>

<Modify>

From the three options he chose Remove. He typed in Earth Demon.

<Characters cannot be removed! This place is not a world created by an Administrator.>

‘There are limitations.’

It was impossible to erase beings that already existed. He couldn’t eliminate the Cult Leader or annihilate the Demon Cult itself. Those options were blocked.

However.

<Tools have been selected.>

Ssssh-

A new window unfolded.

“So many…?”

<Spiritual pills>

Upon selecting it, treasures like the World-Rare Elixir, Ten-Thousand-Year Snow Ginseng, Millennial Flower Spirit Leaf, and countless legendary spiritual items were listed endlessly.

There were so many and each had its effects described, so he left them be for now and chose elsewhere.

<Divine weapon>

The Demon Lord’s hand trembled.

Not greed, but excitement.

The Yoji Gyeong Cheon Sword, once called the supreme sword of the world.

The Sky-Splitting Divine Sword, said to cleave mountains with a single swing. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The Eternal Invincible Armor, the pinnacle of defense.

If he wanted them, he could obtain them immediately.

“Even…”

The Demon Lord selected one option.

<Create a new tool>

Flash-

<Assign abilities.>

<Set the appearance.>

<Set the size.>

<Set the weight.>

<Add special effects.>

“You can even create them…”

The power to realize every imagination into reality.

He felt as if he’d gained infinite vitality.

Swoosh.

The Demon Lord’s gaze shifted elsewhere.

‘If I can’t remove characters, can I not create them either?’

On a whim he selected Characters again, chose Create.

<Please select the conditions.>

Gender, age, realm, disposition, loyalty… dozens of items were listed.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The Demon Lord made his selections quickly. The moment he pressed final confirmation.

Wooooooom.

Space warped. The void tore open. From that rift.

Thud. Thud. Thud-thud. Thud.

Six men walked out.

Black cloaks. Cold gazes. They all fell to their knees in unison.

“Just give the orders.”

Perfect obedience, absolute loyalty. These newly created beings already recognized their master.

“This… is possible too?”

The Demon Lord raised his hand. He needed to test them.

“You, take my fist.”

Ka-boom!

A gale of force exploded toward the first man.

He met it head-on.

Kwang!

He was pushed back, yet he endured; the first man succeeded in withstanding it.

“He blocked that?”

The attack just now would require reaching Supreme Demon level to block.

He had just created a warrior of a level difficult to reach even with a lifetime of training.

“Then you?”

He pointed to the second.

This time it was a fist blast, enormous in both size and range.

Kwaaaang!

Its power was different. Space itself warped. Still, the opponent blocked it without taking a single step back.

“Profound Demon…”

A smile spread across the Demon Lord’s mouth. It was a madness-tinged euphoria.

“Ha ha… hahaha!”

Laughter burst forth.

A token? Such things were now mere toys. If he could mass-produce Supreme Demon Warriors, if he could churn out the Profound Demon-class fighters—

‘God.’

No, something beyond god. He was the creator itself.

“Able to make anything…”

He opened his hand. A golden pill formed above it — the Millennial Everlasting Spiritual Pill.

“I can do anything.”

He waved his hand again; space split and a divine sword appeared.

He had gained the world. No, he could now create worlds.

‘Fights? Wars?’

What meaning would those have? With a thought he could create armies, erect fortresses, found nations.

“A new world…”

The Demon Lord’s eyes stared into the distance.

“How fun would it be?”

He was no longer the Demon Lord of the past. Revenge, ambition, all of it had grown trivial.

Now only one thing remained for him.

The delight of creation, the play of a god.

“Wait a moment…”

Swoosh.

His gaze stopped. In the corner of his vision, something he hadn’t seen before glimmered faintly.

<Simulation starting. Lv MAX>

Flap.

A new window opened. And then.

<What would you like to know?>

“A voice?”

It wasn’t text. It was an actual audible voice. But its source couldn’t be found.

“What’s this now?”

Curiosity stirred.

“Who are you?”

<I am the simulation's assistant. You may call me a guide.>

The voice continued softly.

<I possess all information of this world: characters, weapons, factions, history... everything that exists and everything that has existed.>

“What is this used for?”

<It is infinite.>

A moment of silence. Then the voice spoke again.

<For example, we are currently tracking in real time the locations and statuses of 74,847 members of the Demon Sect. We record all their actions to perfectly reproduce them in the next world.>

The Demon Lord, astonished by this unexpected capability, asked again.

“Who… am I?”

Rustle.

The letters rearranged.

<You are the 4th Administrator of the Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation.>

‘Fourth.’

The number nagged at him. Were there three before him?

<Your realm is Demon God. You possess infinite authority to create and restructure worlds.>

“Oh-ho…”

He opened and closed his hand. Even that small motion rippled the space.

It was unquestionably a power approaching infinity.

And the next question.

Perhaps the most important question in this life.

“Then…”

Swoosh-

The Demon Lord’s eyes cooled.

“Is there another being in this world who has reached the godlike realm like me?”