Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest

Eyes narrowed in determination, he checked his notifications.

[You and your subjects have defeated the tier 7 level 72 boss: The Veiled Sharpshooter: Leraje. You have gained 2.000.000 experience points.]

[You and your subjects have defeated 20.000 tier 6 level 61 djinns. You have gained 6.000.000 experience points.]

He nodded at his kills before switching to his subjects'.

[You and your subjects have defeated 300 tier 6 level 62 balors. You have gained 105.000 experience points.]

A frown creased his brows as he drummed his cheek, the rhythmic sound helping him focus.

With Ozymandias' support and monument protecting the walls, he had expected a higher kill count. But the boss-like giants proved too durable. Worse, he suspected the monument had killed most while his army only wounded them.

He sighed, a bitter taste filling his mouth at the absence of the promotion quest's completion.

"They only recognise the leader as a boss, I guess... Unfair."

Clicking his tongue, he checked his interface and distributed his stat points.

Name: Adam

Race: Demonic draconian

Affinity: chaotic, demonic energy

Talent: B grade (Upgradable): I'm a gamer!Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Job: /

Class: Chaos Druid

LVL: 70

Exp: 60.000/2.500.000

HP: 34.800/34.800

Vitality: 1.875->3.155 (+325)

Strength: 1.875->3.155(+400)(+325)

Agility: 1.875->3.155 (+400)(+325)

Chaotic demonic essence: 6.000

Free attribute points: 3840->0

As he felt the familiar sensation of power bursting through his veins with each tap of his finger, his eyes narrowed at the XP requirements.

Though steep, he could understand the reason for the increase. After all, he had entered the demon duke's territory, and if progress were easy, there would be more than seventy-two at that rank. But another concern gnawed at him.

"I lost thousands of stat points because I'm still on the fifth tier. What a failure of a gamer I am."

Continue your saga on empire

A piercing pain struck his heart, causing his jaw to clench and his teeth to crack.

"I'm two evolutions behind, too."

He snapped his head west, a raging inferno igniting in his heart.

"I won't accept your surrender, King of Oikos."

With his declaration, he slid under his blanket, glimpsing at his essence one last time.

"At least I absorbed a lot in the original flame. It should be enough for the fifth evolution, but the sixth..."

A shudder ran down his spine as he closed his eyes, exhaustion sinking in and sleep claiming his thoughts.

The bright moon illuminated his peaceful face before giving way to the rising sun. And with its gentle rays came the daily talent notification.

DING

[Talent's daily use available. Use: Yes/No]

Snapping his eyes open, he pressed Yes, the broad red wheel appearing and spinning before his eyes.

As its rattle filled the room, his lips twisted at the marvellous prizes and the few empty spots.

"Today, I break the curse. Give me an SSR item!"

He bit his lip and tightened his fists, praying for the needle not to land on the empty spots like it did for the last seven days.

His breathing hastened to mirror the slowing wheel as the needle passed armor, weapons, and bags spilling glistening gemstones.

"That one!" He pointed his trembling finger at a silver blade. With its threatening curved edges and golden aura, he couldn't help but remember how fun it was to use, even if he didn't need it. Instead, it would make a perfect gift for Garduck.

"I must upgrade my generals' gear—him first, since he refuses to evolve."

However, his nose wrinkled, and his eyes rolled as the needle passed the sword. Even worse, it halted on the next prize: a ticket.

"At least I got something..." He lowered his head, his hair covering his dimming eyes as the cruel notification echoed in his ears.

[Congratulations on obtaining the AoE Card.]

With a sigh, he gripped Uruk's standard and left his room for the Gate as he pondered the reward.

The ticket wasn't bad. In fact, it could be exceptional with its ability to change a single target effect into an AoE. He just had to find an opportunity to maximise its use.

A grin broadening on his lips, he halted before the Gate and took his pitcher's stance. Muscles tight and heart raging in his chest, he hurled the standard like a spear, his excited voice piercing the morning sky.

"Come, super SSR mythical figure, Gilgamesh!"

The Gate's empty frame rumbled as the standard passed through.

Divine light burst into the empty frame, swirling and casting a blinding radiance on the paved streets.

Curious citizens gathered behind him, their jaws dropping as the light shifted into towering walls and a great two-handed axe engraved with divine patterns and godly blessings.

As Adam's eyes sparkled, the light transformed again—this time into a royal scepter pulsing with energy veins and power before it dissipated to let a large sandal slam onto the slabs.

His eyes trailed to the dark blue pants embroidered in golden patterns, then the matching tunic and fluttering cape draped around the man's large torso.

Finally, he saw a long dark beard, its curls fluttering as it pierced through the light, revealing Gilgamesh's manly yet handsome face.

His long hair fluttered, and his lavish accessories glinted under the sun as he stepped forward, his blue eyes scrutinising Adam and the sound of his scepter hitting the ground echoing.

"Welcome to my territory, great king of Uruk."

Adam smiled, his heart almost exploding as he gazed at the giant towering two heads above him. Though hidden behind clothes, he knew Gilgamesh's muscles were as, if not more, impressive than Heracles'. After all, he was two-thirds divine.

Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed, a pensive frown creasing his brows.

"I don't work with emissaries of chaos."

His deep voice echoed, suffused with scorn, causing Adam's lips to twist.

Before he could retort, Gilgamesh raised his palm, his scepter clattering against the ground and his frame trembling.

"That's what I would have said in the past. But I can feel him..."

His voice cracked, and the air trembled as blind rage flashed in his clear eyes.

He raised his scepter towards the sky, his defiant posture exuding his youth's unbound arrogance as he thundered.

"You can't use my friend against me, Marduk, not after you stole him from me. Mark my words: you made me ally with chaos, no one else!"

Meanwhile, Adam's eyes widened as he understood in horror whom Gilgamesh referred to—the only man who fought him to a standstill and his only friend, Enkidu.