Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 345 Eye of the Underworld

Timothy couldn't help but notice how Sylvia, despite her usual tsundere attitude, still managed to maintain a bit of that cool, aloof vibe.

But what really got him was how, in her current form as a little girl, her tsundere behavior came off as more playful and cute—so much so that it was almost funny.

Timothy found himself tempted to tease her a little.

However, holding her in his arms made it impossible to free up a hand to flick her forehead.

After thinking for a moment, Timothy came up with a better idea.

He leaned forward and gently bumped his forehead against Sylvia's soft little head.

"Ow~"

Sylvia was momentarily stunned, her head spinning a bit from the unexpected bump.

"Wha—! You actually headbutted me!"

In this smaller body, constantly getting teased, Sylvia had almost forgotten the dignity she once held as a goddess. She pitifully covered her head with her hands.

"Heh, it's not every day I get the chance, so of course I'm gonna mess with you a little, wifey."

Taking advantage of the fact that they were flying through the air, Timothy gave her another light bump.

"Ow! You jerk! I'm outta here!" Experience more content on empire

Sylvia twisted her body, trying to escape from Timothy's hold. But just as she glanced down, her heart skipped a beat, and it felt like her soul nearly left her body.

"So... so high up."

It suddenly hit her—back when she was this age, she hadn't yet learned how to fly. Naturally, she had a fear of heights.

Now, with her body reverted to that younger form, her mindset had shifted too.

A wave of fear washed over her, and instead of trying to run away, she snuggled even closer into Timothy's arms.

"Huh? Why aren't you running anymore, wifey?"

Timothy was genuinely puzzled by her sudden change in behavior.

"I'm not going anywhere," Sylvia muttered, shaking her head while still nestled in his arms like a princess.

"Why not?"

"I'm scared of heights."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"..."

"Pfft—hahaha!"

After a brief silence, Timothy burst out laughing.

He had been wondering why Sylvia had suddenly calmed down, but he never expected this to be the reason.

"Stop laughing!"

Sylvia's voice was filled with embarrassment and frustration.

"A goddess being afraid of heights? How could I not laugh at that?"

"You're the worst!"

"Hahaha!"

"Timothy!"

"..."

"Wait, no, don't—ah, stop it! Noooo!"

Timothy's laughter echoed through the sky.

And it wasn't just that. The ghost soldiers watching from below could clearly see what was happening.

As they flew even higher, Timothy actually tossed Sylvia up into the air, only to catch her again.

The little girl, who had previously seemed so cold and distant, was now screaming in panic, her face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

The sound of playful bickering occasionally drifted over from the distance, but for some reason, the ghost soldiers standing there dumbfounded began to feel something strange.

"Why does it seem like their arguing is... sweeter than before?"

They exchanged glances, and even those among them who had experienced love were left completely stunned by the scene unfolding before them. It was as if their brains had short-circuited.

All they could clearly sense was that the once gloomy sky now seemed to carry a hint of sweetness, thanks to the couple's obvious affection...

...

Following Erelyn's lead, Timothy carried Sylvia as they made their way deeper into the Underworld Dynasty.

After passing through several heavily guarded checkpoints, they finally arrived at the heart of the Sepulcher of the Sacred.

There, twelve towering stone pillars stood tall, each one carved with the imposing and fearsome statues of ancient demon gods.

The pillars were covered in intricate, mysterious runes, and pure, concentrated nether energy flowed through them.

At the center of the altar was a circular platform, and above it hovered a dense, swirling mass of energy. It seemed to be a mixture of nether energy and spiritual energy, so complex that it caused the surrounding space to warp and distort.

A dark blue light enveloped the surface of the energy, and beneath that calm exterior, an immense, overwhelming power seemed to be lurking.

This was the deepest part of the Underworld Dynasty, and the twelve demon gods carved into the pillars were said to be the most powerful in all of the Netherworld.

It was clear that this place held a profound and mysterious secret.

The mass of energy, shrouded in dark blue light, seemed to be connected to the very essence of the Netherworld itself.

Erelyn glanced briefly at Timothy and Sylvia before turning back toward the altar and stepping forward.

As she entered the altar, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.

It became solemn, reverent, and even carried a sense of awe.

Though there were no visible spirits or creatures present, it felt as though the entire altar was bowing in submission to Erelyn.

The swirling nether energy within the altar seemed to be drawn toward the dark blue orb at the center, as well as toward Erelyn herself.

"No wonder the ghosts under Ereboth say the Underworld Dynasty controls the entire Netherworld. Just this altar alone seems to be intricately linked to the Netherworld," Timothy muttered, sensing the cold, gathering energy. Even Sylvia, standing beside him, hooked her little finger around his, her expression turning serious.

Though she had never seen anything like this before, she had a vague feeling that Erelyn's presence was somehow influencing the entire Netherworld.

"What is Erelyn trying to do...?" Sylvia furrowed her brows, sensing that things were taking an unexpected turn.

At that moment, Erelyn, who had stepped into the altar, suddenly reached out her hand toward the dark blue orb at the center.

The instant her hand made contact, the orb exploded with a brilliant dark blue light.

Drawn by this, Erelyn's aura surged, and the light from the crown on her head became dazzlingly bright.

At that moment, the entire altar seemed to come alive.

The eyes of the demon gods carved into the stone pillars began to glow, and a deep, beast-like roar echoed through the space.

The intricate runes on the ground, the altar, and the pillars began to pulse with energy.

From the ground, the altar, and the pillars, streams of ghostly blue nether energy rose up, slowly flowing toward the center.

Though each stream of energy was thin, when they converged, they became overwhelmingly powerful.

The energy was incredibly pure, and the power it contained was both terrifying and profound.

All of it was flowing toward Erelyn, merging into her body.

Each strand of nether energy seemed to elevate her aura to a new level.

But as the Netherworld's energy poured into her, Erelyn's spiritual body began to tremble slightly, as if she was in pain.

"Erelyn..." Sylvia's delicate face showed a trace of worry, and she began to think about stopping this strange ritual.

But just as she was about to act, Erelyn, despite her obvious pain, forced herself to look up at the glowing blue pillars.

With a voice filled with determination, she declared:

"All life in the Netherworld... is under my control.

Eye of the Underworld... open!"

Suddenly, the nether energy exploded outward in all directions!