Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

The force from the punch rebounded instantly, shattering Kaelor's fist and half of his arm.

His soul was damaged, and a wave of inexplicable pain caused his entire spirit to tremble violently. His eyes were filled with shock and terror that he couldn't hide.

"How… is this possible?!"

Kaelor's gaze was now completely consumed by fear.

For any ghost, damage to the soul was fatal.

But more than that, he couldn't believe that the other person hadn't even made a move.

That body—hard as iron, completely immovable—had not only absorbed the force of his punch but amplified it several times over and sent it all back at him.

His own punch had nearly obliterated his soul.

His spirit trembled violently, and the pain that almost tore his soul apart was overwhelming, nearly swallowing him whole.

"You… what were you when you were alive?!"

At this moment, Kaelor's eyes were filled with nothing but terror.

He couldn't even begin to imagine how terrifying Timothy's power must be to achieve something like this.

'A Holy Emperor at the Ocean's Gate level?

No, maybe even stronger!

How could a ghost of a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse be here, hiding his identity?!'

In an instant, even though Timothy was just standing there quietly, Kaelor felt an overwhelming sense of dread, as if he were facing death itself.

He didn't doubt for a second that a casual strike from Timothy could turn him to dust in an instant.

Stumbling backward, completely consumed by fear, Kaelor had lost all awareness of his surroundings.

His foot slipped, and he tumbled off the stage.

Covered in dust and dirt, Kaelor looked back up at the stage, his face now filled with nothing but fear.

Because that terrifying aura, completely hidden within Timothy's body, was something no other ghost could sense. Only Kaelor, having felt it in that single punch, understood just how terrifying Timothy's power truly was.

"I'm done! I'm done!"

Like a madman, Kaelor shouted from where he had fallen off the stage.

Ignoring the stares of the surrounding ghosts, he scrambled to his feet, shoving through the crowd in a desperate attempt to flee.

For a moment, the onlookers were stunned.

They had all assumed that Kaelor, a body cultivator whose physical strength in life had rivaled that of a Mystic Core practitioner, would win easily.

But no one expected that with just one punch… he'd be the one to get wrecked?

Was this body cultivator a fraud, or…?

Many of the ghosts now looked at Timothy with a hint of fear in their eyes.

There seemed to be only one possible explanation: this newcomer, Timothy, had been hiding his true strength.

And his power was likely far more terrifying than they had imagined!

'Wait, that's it?

Damn, that guy went down way too easily!'

Even Timothy was a bit taken aback by what had just happened.

He had originally planned to throw the fight, hoping to get chosen by Elara and enter the Lord's mansion for the wedding night.

That way, he could investigate whether the living being they claimed had entered the Netherworld was really Sylvia.

Losing would've saved him a lot of trouble.

But he hadn't expected this body cultivator, who had been so full of confidence just moments ago, to be so weak.

Timothy had planned to take a punch and then pretend to collapse, admitting defeat.

But before he could even fall, the other guy's fist had shattered!

Sigh, Timothy let out a long breath. "Looks like I'll have to sneak in tonight after all."

The easiest route was now off the table. With unknown threats lurking in the Netherworld, he couldn't afford to waste any more time.

If he still couldn't find Sylvia, he wouldn't hesitate to storm the Lord's mansion himself.

Just as Timothy was about to leave, he had barely taken a step when a voice suddenly called out from behind him.

"Stop."

The voice belonged to none other than Elara. She looked at Timothy's back, a smile playing on her lips, and a glint of greed flashing in her eyes.

"My husband has been chosen. It's him." She pointed directly at Timothy.

Her words instantly caused an uproar among the ghosts watching, and even the ghost soldiers standing beside Elara were momentarily stunned.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Elara had always been up to no good, but this time, she had pushed things too far, sparking a wave of public outrage.

"Didn't you say the winner could leave? You're the city lord's daughter, and yet you're going back on your word!"

"You've been doing evil for ages, secretly causing who knows how many ghosts to be wiped out. And now you're treating your promises like a joke? Do you even care about us ghosts in Ereboth City?"

By breaking her promise, Elara had completely enraged the ghosts of the city, many of whom had long suffered under her oppression and cruelty.

Even the ghost soldiers standing by her side tried to reason with her. "Miss, maybe you should reconsider. That body cultivator who just lost wasn't bad either.

His soul is strong enough to sustain you for a long time. If you break your word now, it could cause a lot of trouble."

But Elara wasn't listening. Her eyes were cold, and she licked her lips, her expression filled with greed. "It's him. I've already made my choice.

Not only will he be my husband, but he'll also maintain my Umbral Body. Even if he wants to die, I won't let him disappear so easily."

She turned to her soldiers, her voice dripping with command. "Bring him to the mansion. I'm marrying him today."

Elara was completely captivated by Timothy, her greed growing more intense by the second.

"But… with the strength he just showed, can we even take him down?" one of the ghost soldiers asked, uncertain.

"I don't know, but Miss Nightshade has given the order. Let's go!" another replied.

The ghost soldiers exchanged nervous glances but had no choice. They reluctantly hitched up the skeletal carriage.

"Grab him! Our lady is marrying Timothy today!"

Several ghost soldiers rushed forward, grabbing hold of Timothy. But to their surprise, he didn't resist at all.

"Thanks, brothers," Timothy said, patting one of the ghost soldiers on the shoulder.

"Wait, you're not scared? Our lady has the Umbral Body. She might drain you dry!" one of the ghost soldiers asked, shocked by Timothy's calm demeanor.

But Timothy just smiled, completely unfazed, as if Elara didn't even register as a threat.

"Don't worry. There's no one who can drain me dry—except maybe a goddess. And even then, we'll see who drains who."

"A goddess? What goddess?" The ghost soldiers were baffled, completely lost in Timothy's cryptic words.

Before they could process what he meant, Timothy casually strolled into the carriage on his own, without a hint of hesitation.

"Holy crap, what the hell just happened?" The ghost soldiers were left standing there, completely dumbfounded.