Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Timothy was speechless.

He had just arrived in this world and found himself as a disciple of the Demonic Sect, and before he knew it, he was whisked away to the talent-rich Sky Sanctuary.

He had forgotten that although the continent of Elant was home to many practitioners, the vast majority were like the people of the Red Moon Kingdom—ordinary folks without a shred of spiritual power, completely unrelated to practitioners.

The skills displayed by the wizard in front of him were enough to cause a stir.

"Lord Wizard, the statue has arrived."

Just then, a minor official weaved through the crowd and whispered to Wizard Malakar.

"It's finally here!"

Instantly, a look of excitement flashed across Wizard Malakar's face. Enjoy more stories on m-vlem|p-yr

Tossing aside his half-read book, "The Uselessness of Spiritual Partners," he scanned the gathered crowd with enthusiasm:

"Although Goddess Sylvia is accused of the 'sin of celibacy,' His Majesty has instructed us. We can only go so far as to discuss her love life when it comes to disparaging the goddess. But it's different for him. The sculptor we're dealing with today has repeatedly slandered Goddess Sylvia and shown a sycophantic evil. You don't have to hold back with him.

Feel free to throw eggs, splash dirty water, and shout whatever insults you like. Every act you do is just, and might even earn the king's approval."

As the great wizard finished, the crowd erupted in cheers.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a masked statue was carried towards the dilapidated, low temple.

"Who exactly is this statue of?" Timothy couldn't help but wonder.

If this country really was as disrespectful and slanderous towards Sylvia as he imagined, he wouldn't mind flattening the entire nation.

But upon arriving in the Red Moon Kingdom, Timothy realized that the people here did seem to have some prejudices against Goddess Sylvia. However, these prejudices didn't seem to stem purely from hatred. It was more like... love turned sour?

Although it was a strange way to put it, the people's attitude towards the goddess was indeed ambivalent, clearly not just simple hatred.

However, their reaction to this new statue was different.

The people around him were grinding their teeth, as if they had been holding back their anger for a long time, ready to unleash it all on this statue today.

"It seems to be a man's statue."

From the outline of the poorly made sculpture, that was all Timothy could discern.

He also noticed that while the people continuously criticized the mistakes of Goddess Sylvia, the statue of Sylvia herself was exquisitely made. Not only was it carefully sculpted and polished, but it was also clearly well-maintained, appearing dignified and spotless.

The new statue, on the other hand, was a stark contrast. It was carelessly thrown aside, and both the material and the craftsmanship were obviously inferior.

"Bang."

"It's this man who misled the goddess. I've been annoyed with him for a long time!"

"Hit him, it's a good use for the rotten eggs at home!"

"That's right, if we don't throw hard at this statue today, it won't calm my anger. I'd give him a good beating even if he were a practitioner!"

"I hope I never run into him, or I'll smash his head!"

Rotten eggs and spoiled fruit were hurled at the newly placed statue in the temple.

The people were extremely angry, filled with righteous indignation.

"Hit!"

"Hit him hard!"

Finally, the burlap covering the statue was knocked loose at one corner.

As the people continued their barrage, the cloth slowly fell, and eventually, it was completely knocked off by the stones.

The face of the statue was fully revealed to everyone.

The crowd grew even more furious.

"He looks so handsome, no wonder he's been slandering the goddess."

"I can't stand people who are more handsome than me. Smash him, let's vent all our anger on this guy today."

The mood was electric, the crowd's actions more intense.

Only Timothy, standing outside the temple, paused in surprise.

He stared at the statue's features.

Though the craftsmanship was poor, obviously rushed and sloppy, he quickly realized something shocking.

The statue looked just like him!

The statues in the temple were commissioned by the scoundrel king of this country, clearly meant to incite the people to despise and hate. It seemed this scoundrel king held a significant grudge against the Sky Sanctuary, especially against Timothy himself.

With a wry, embarrassed smirk, Timothy clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.

Meanwhile, the Wizard stepped forward, picked up an egg from a bystander's basket, and personally hurled it at Timothy's statue.

"Crack."

The rotten egg shattered, its contents streaming down the statue, triggering a round of vigorous applause.

"Well done, everyone! It seems you all understand, as His Majesty hoped, just what kind of treacherous scoundrel Timothy is, slandering our goddess. Since that's the case, let me perform another miracle and pray for blessings for everyone."

The Wizard raised his withered arms, proclaiming loudly.

"Fantastic, Lord Wizard is going to perform another miracle!"

"A miracle! He's going to conjure flames out of thin air. Lord Wizard has never performed two miracles in one day before!"

"To witness another miracle, I feel like my luck has improved again!"

The crowd was thrilled, their cheers unending.

Amidst the enthusiastic applause, the Wizard raised his two withered arms. Having already produced flames twice before, he clearly struggled this time.

His face turned beet red, his expression resembling someone with severe constipation.

"Come out, come out!

Hmm~"

After much effort, the Wizard's eyes bloodshot, he finally managed to squeeze out a tiny, thin flame from his palms.

The flame was so small it seemed a gentle breeze could blow it away.

Yet, this scene instantly drew cheers from the temple crowd: "Incredible, Lord Wizard is truly powerful!"

"Worthy of being called the number one Wizard of our Red Moon Kingdom, Wizard Malakar's power is much more terrifying than the other Wizards!"

Timothy almost spat blood: "A tiny flame makes him the number one Wizard? What kind of abilities do the other Wizards have?"

"The other Wizards might not be as powerful as Wizard Malakar, but they are certainly not to be underestimated," a bystander earnestly explained. "The second Wizard of the Red Moon Kingdom is Wizard Thalor, who has the ability to read minds, although his powers haven't developed further yet and currently can only read the minds of a specific group of people..."

Timothy puzzled: "A specific group?"

"That's right, Wizard Thalor's mind-reading abilities currently only work on himself."

"..."