Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

At that moment, the atmosphere seemed to freeze, as if everything had fallen into a dead silence.

On the vast battlefield outside the Underworld Dynasty, the once overwhelming army of blood-tainted souls was nearly wiped out in an instant by a single sword strike.

The ground, now scarred with a massive crack stretching for miles, looked like a deep canyon. The sight of it sent chills down everyone's spine—no one could believe that such a massive rift had been created by just one sword.

Countless blood-red souls were obliterated by that strike, and even the Underworld Dynasty's army stood there, stunned, completely unprepared for what had just happened.

But soon, they snapped out of it.

"Who could possibly have done something like this?!"

All eyes turned to the two figures floating in the sky, and the ghost soldiers below were instantly filled with excitement and hope.

They had thought it was all over—not just for the dynasty, but even the princess seemed beyond saving. Yet, with that one sword, the entire battle had been flipped on its head.

This was their chance, and the ghost soldiers, who had been on the verge of collapse, knew it. It was their only chance.

"Charge!"

A loud cry echoed through the air.

That voice seemed to ignite the fury in everyone's hearts.

For a whole month, the lands of the Underworld Dynasty had been falling one after another. Countless ghost soldiers had been wiped out, or worse, corrupted and turned into enemies. Even the princess had barely escaped with her life.

But now, the tide had finally turned.

No matter what, they had to make the enemy pay.

"Fight! The Underworld Dynasty will live forever!"

"Fight!"

The battle cries erupted once more. The ghost soldiers, who had been exhausted and on the brink of defeat, suddenly found their rage rekindled.

The battlefield was once again engulfed in chaos, with flames of war raging everywhere. The deep chasm left by that sword strike still cut through the center of the battlefield, a stark reminder of the power that had just been unleashed.

And now, the situation had completely shifted.

In an instant, nearly 80% of the enemy souls had been wiped out by that one strike, and the ghost soldiers, who had been on the losing side, suddenly seized control of the battle.

The Underworld Dynasty's forces launched a fierce counterattack, surging forward with renewed strength.

Though the casualties were still heavy, the month-long war was finally nearing its end.

"Sylvia."

On the ground, Erelyn slowly lifted her head, gazing up at Sylvia in the sky.

There was a deep sense of longing in her eyes.

"Erelyn…"

Even though countless ghost soldiers were surging across the battlefield like waves, Sylvia's eyes immediately found the one figure she knew so well, the one she had missed so much.

Their eyes met.

For a moment, it was as if time had rewound to years ago, when Sylvia would get so excited just seeing Erelyn that she'd rush over and throw herself into her arms, her face lighting up with the purest, most innocent smile.

But now, Sylvia's lips trembled slightly, her gaze lingering, yet she stayed where she was.

Because a hundred years had passed.

She was no longer that little girl who used to cry and cling to Erelyn. She had become a Holy Emperor, a ruler in her own right.

She now commanded the Sky Sanctuary alone, leading twelve Star Palaces to conquer vast territories. Sylvia's ruthless decisiveness and cold, proud demeanor were what had brought her to power.

Since becoming an emperor, Sylvia had always maintained that icy, intimidating aura—except when she was with Timothy.

Even though seeing Erelyn again filled Sylvia's heart with a warmth like sunlight, she realized she could no longer run into her arms with the same innocent joy she once had. Her gaze flickered with emotion, but she hesitated, frozen in place, unable to take the next step.

"Babe, what's going on?"

Timothy noticed Sylvia's odd behavior and looked at her curiously. But soon, from the mix of longing, hesitation, and anticipation in her eyes, he figured out what was going on.

Clearly, after all these years, with her status and power having changed so dramatically, the goddess who once ruled with cold authority couldn't just run over like a carefree girl anymore.

There are always certain barriers in life that make it hard for people to express their feelings freely.

But…

A sly smile crept onto Timothy's face as he quickly came up with a perfect solution.

For centuries, Goddess Sylvia had maintained her icy, dignified demeanor, making it impossible for her to act with the same innocent affection she once had.

So, if that's the case…

In a flash, Timothy appeared right next to Sylvia.

Before she could react, he reached out with lightning speed toward the snow lotus flower pinned in her hair.

Still lost in her complicated thoughts, Sylvia hadn't fully snapped out of it yet. She sensed Timothy's sudden movement, but it was already too late to stop him.

"What… what are you doing?!"

Even though she tried to dodge, Sylvia was just a bit too slow.

In that brief moment, Timothy's hand touched the snow lotus, and with a gentle tug, he pulled it free from her hair.

The soft glow that had been surrounding Sylvia faded, and a strange light enveloped her body.

To everyone's shock, Sylvia's body began to shrink.

"What's happening?!"

Sylvia's voice was filled with surprise—she hadn't expected this at all. She quickly tried to channel her energy to stop the transformation, but without the snow lotus, the invisible forces of the Netherworld took over. Even Sylvia couldn't stop her body from shrinking, and she could only watch helplessly as she grew smaller and smaller, with no way to reverse it.

Finally, when the light faded, her elegant blue phoenix dress had transformed into a tiny version of itself, and Sylvia had shrunk down to the size of a little girl, barely reaching Timothy's waist.

Her small, doll-like figure was as delicate as ever, but her beautiful eyes were filled with frustration and helplessness. "Damn it, Timothy! You took my snow lotus!"

Sylvia stomped her tiny feet in frustration, unable to believe that after finally regaining her full power, Timothy had snatched the snow lotus away again.

The worst part? She was now so small that she couldn't even reach Timothy's waist, let alone grab the snow lotus back. She jumped up and down, but it was no use—she couldn't get it back.

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If it weren't for the tiny bit of energy she had left, she wouldn't even be able to float in the air.

"Do you want it back, babe?"

Timothy grinned, teasing her by waving the snow lotus just out of her reach.

"I… I do."

In her current tiny form, there was no trace of the dignity of a Holy Emperor. Sylvia had no choice but to swallow her pride, temporarily putting aside her plans to get back at Timothy, and nodded obediently, pretending to be sweet and compliant.

"Too bad, I'm not giving it to you."

Seeing right through her clumsy act, Timothy burst into laughter, pulling the snow lotus away just as it was about to reach Sylvia's grasp.

"Ugh! You're the worst!"

Her voice, filled with embarrassment and frustration, echoed through the sky.