Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest

The icy wind wiped his hair as he rocketed to the titan's right eye. His blade whistled, a blur of energies distorting the air in its wake.

BAM

A dull sound echoed as the flesh caved in, shockwaves spreading as he strained his muscles to pierce through.

The creature roared, its monumental green pupils moving to gaze at the ant that had struck it. They constricted, a sharp pain assaulting one of them before a layer of red covered its right side as his eye burst open. Read latest stories on My Virtual Library Empire

And covered in blood, Adam clenched his fist beneath it. He was strong enough to wound it. Perhaps he wouldn't need his flames and bypass the doubts birthed by Helel's warning.

'I hope so. I don't entirely believe it, but I can't discard it either.' His eye narrowed in focus, his blood boiling, and his wings flapping to avoid the dozens of tentacles about to slam him into meat paste.

The blast sent him barreling hundreds of meters before he straightened himself. Gritting his teeth against the pressure, he watched a fist bigger than a village crash toward him.

He felt like the world was trying to crush and rip him into shreds. But he wasn't without advantages.

'I'll become the annoying fly buzzing in your ears and stinging you the moment you lose sight of me.' A devious smirk split his lips as he plunged toward the ground, dodging the fist.

He flew low, the uneven terrain hiding his movements during his approach.

Towering limbs and tentacles rained like meteors. The ground exploded into deep holes, and millions of years old mountains, only reaching the creature's hip, collapsed in dust clouds.

But he pierced through the creature's frenzied strikes and roars, enduring the rupturing of his eardrums.

Carried by his momentum, he rammed his blade into the heel. Yet, the sensation of slashing through flesh didn't register. Instead, his chaosbringer slid on the thick oil-like mucus protecting the titan's skin.

He lunged upward, a deep furrow creasing his brows.

BAM

A palm simultaneously collided with the raising heel as the creature lowered its face, looking for him.

'Good luck with all the dust and my size.' A vindictive sneer left Adam's lips as he passed by the torso and assessed his options.

'I'll need several strikes to bypass the oil... or my flames.' He shook his head.

The only eldritch who had relied on raw strength was Ploutiel—because it absorbed other's flames to reinforce itself. Perhaps this one had a similar ability.

Determined to keep them as a last resort, he plunged his blade at the creature's neck and flew up. The liquid absorbed the strike again, and the impact drew the creature's attention beneath the jaw—just what he wanted.

Another fist cleaved the air in a powerful uppercut a split second later.

Before it collided with him, he let go of his blade and propelled himself away.

The creature rammed the blade's pommel, its own horrible strength shoving it deep into its throat. An ocean of blood sprayed out as it roared in agony.

Meanwhile, Adam summoned his blade back and plunged to the right heel before he retracted his wings and spun.

"RAH!"

With the rotational force added to his momentum, he swung with both arms. The oil splashed in a salty shower, the pale skin underneath almost visible. Without wasting a second, he raised his arms and delivered an avalanche of strikes, each thinning the oil.

He reached the skin, his sharp blade excavating the tendon under hundreds of kilos of mangled flesh before he divided it.

The creature's leg buckled, its feet unable to support its weight. But not without retaliating savagely. Its two fists blurred down as it threw its several kilometers long body to crush the ant.

Pale skin bloated Adam's vision as he clenched his jaw, despair twisting his lips. "Shit."

He shoved his left hand back, ready to use his flames to propel himself out. But hesitation flashed in his eye. Was there no other option?

He scanned the surroundings, his mind racing as he tried to rush out. However, deafening snaps reverberated, and the shadow seemed to follow him.

He gazed up, only to see the titan's tentacles redirect its fall by whipping the air.

'Damn it!' His knuckles whitened as he lowered his distorted face to the ground. The ground! That was his solution. Yet, his breath hitched, and his heart thumbed in reluctance as he raised his foot high.

"I'll utterly destroy you, bastard!"

CRACK

The ground caved in as his leg blurred down into a devastating stomp. He lunged down, his fist deepening the hole before he summoned a round shield engraved with pulsing runes and held it behind his neck.

BOOM

A terrifying tremor rocked the abyss. The ground rose and collapsed into new ravines everywhere.

The shield groaned behind him, the enchanted metal bending and cracking as the pressure knocked the air out of his lungs and shattered his arms. Yet, it didn't matter. Instead, rage roared in his veins.

Had he not sworn never to cower again? So what was he doing in a hole, almost praying to survive?

"Unacceptable." He spat, his broken bones rearranging themselves as he deepened the hole enough to stand beneath the titan's flesh.

Then, he gripped his sword, each muscle fiber in his body visible and his skin's crevices almost bursting with flames he strained to contain. "I'll wash this humiliation in your blood!"

He slashed up with furious abandon, oil drenching him with each strike. Blood replaced it as he dug into the flesh a second later.

The creature roared, but this was only the beginning of its suffering. Without mercy, he cleaved everything above him and entered, determined to leave the hole through its body.

Bones snapped, and veins exploded as the creature writhed in agony.

Adam felt its movement, but it was too late. Devastation followed each step of his steps, and he already sundered the first organ in halves.

For ten minutes, he endured the creature's movements until he pierced through a giant sack. The acrid stench of bill filled his nostrils as he dodged the stomach's acid and continued his rampage.

Soon, he felt the creature slow, and its weakening voice grow ragged as he emerged from its back—just in time to see its dull eye, filled with reluctance and an unasked question: why didn't you use your flames?

Then, its eye turned glassy and the last sliver of life it clung onto snapped, prompting a notification to echo in Adam's ears.

[You have defeated the tier 7 level 95 boss: Eldritch horror born from Leviathan's discarded body. You have gained 18.000.000 experience points.]

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An: I'll probably take a day off tomorrow for health issues. Hope you'll enjoy the last short arc in the abyss. :D