Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 395 The Enigma Chessboard!

"Please, Lord Zalroth, have mercy! In this endless demonic realm, we'll be devoured sooner or later!"

"Lord Zalroth, we beg you, spare us!"

The demonic cultivators couldn't wait another second. The overwhelming fear had nearly consumed them, and they shouted with all their might, hoping Zalroth would show them mercy.

But Zalroth didn't seem to care about them at all.

Because right now, the only person in his eyes was Timothy.

Whoosh.

A wave of black mist swept through, engulfing not only the demonic cultivators but Timothy as well.

Anyone caught in the mist would be trapped in a series of domains.

Within those domains, countless lifelike chess pieces appeared.

Some transformed into loved ones being slaughtered, others into friends coldly betraying them...

Each of Zalroth's pieces would push the trapped souls further into despair, until they were completely consumed.

Using a small world as a chessboard, this mysterious technique was beyond comprehension and utterly terrifying.

Because so far, anyone trapped in the endless demonic realm—no matter how powerful or resolute—had never escaped.

They could only watch helplessly as the pieces around them were manipulated, and eventually, they too would become a piece, crushed into nothingness.

But Timothy was different.

In the small world that had formed before him, the scenes were incredibly vivid.

The pieces moved with precision, as if trying their hardest to drag him into the abyss.

But unfortunately for them, none of it had any effect on him.

Rather than being a helpless piece on the board, swept along by the flow of the game, Timothy stood still, more like an observer from the outside.

His calm eyes took in everything before him, as if none of it could touch him.

Even his expression hadn't changed.

The game, though intricate, wasn't nearly complex enough to affect him.

"Do you really think such a crude game could trap me?"

Timothy smiled faintly, watching the scene unfold with a serene gaze.

Zalroth had always admired Chess Emperor Aldric, the Holy Emperor who played against the heavens themselves, and had spent his life chasing after his shadow.

Even this endless demonic realm was something Zalroth had comprehended out of his reverence for Aldric.

Illusions as chess pieces, small worlds as domains.

It was indeed a profound and mysterious game.

But compared to the true master, who used the heavens as his board and all living beings as his pieces, Zalroth still had a long way to go.

And that master? Well, Timothy's lineage traced directly back to him.

"Help me! Please, help me!"

Within the demonic realm, Timothy's fellow disciples—those who had once been close to him—were being slaughtered in a sea of despair.

On the other side, his junior sister, who had stayed by his side throughout the ordeal, suddenly raised a dagger and stabbed him in the back through the black mist.

The illusions, formed by the chess pieces, tried to drag him deeper into the abyss.

There were only cries of anguish, endless slaughter, and the black mist swirling like a demon, whispering constantly, trying to make Timothy give up on life.

The game seemed to be closing in, as if it had reached its final, tightening circle.

But just when it seemed like all hope was lost, a hint of amusement flickered in Timothy's ever-clear eyes.

"Did you really think this was enough to trap me?"

Suddenly, an incredibly profound aura began to swirl around him.

The clash of black and white chess pieces seemed to reveal the ultimate truths of the universe.

Yin and Yang intertwined, and it was as if a pair of eyes had been born, capable of seeing the very essence of the chessboard.

And within the black and white energy, a chessboard slowly materialized in Timothy's hands.

The moment the chessboard appeared, the small world constructed by the black mist seemed to tremble violently.

The illusions that had formed within it first showed a trace of shock, and then their bodies began to writhe in agony.

"What are you doing? No, put that chessboard away!"

"That chessboard—ah! We're your friends, your fellow disciples! Are you really going to kill us?"

Cries of anguish echoed around Timothy, trying to sway him, urging him to put the chessboard away.

But they had no idea what this chessboard truly represented.

In the presence of the Enigma Chessboard, no game in the world could stand.

Because in all of existence, only one person had ever played against the heavens themselves.

When the Enigma Chessboard appears, no other game can exist!

Boom!

With a calm motion, Timothy placed a piece in the center of the Enigma Chessboard.

Suddenly, black and white energy surged outward.

The moment it made contact, the black mist that had engulfed Netherspire Citadel recoiled as if it had encountered something it feared deeply, desperately trying to scatter in all directions.

But the black and white energy spread far faster than anyone could have imagined. In an instant, it swept across the entire citadel, devouring nearly all of the black mist.

The demonic cultivators who had barely survived gasped for breath, their faces still pale with terror.

"Who could possibly resist Lord Zalroth's demonic realm?"

But when they saw the source of the black and white energy, they were all stunned.

It was… Timothy!

More shocking still, the black and white energy that had so effortlessly unraveled the game and dispelled the demonic realm came from the chessboard in his hands.

And that chessboard…

"That chessboard… could it be? No way!"

"It's really… that chessboard!"

As they stared at the familiar chessboard, the demonic cultivators' eyes widened in disbelief.

Other sects might not understand, but for those of Netherspire Citadel, they knew this chessboard all too well.

"The Enigma Chessboard!"

This was the personal artifact of Chess Emperor Holy Emperor Aldric.

He played with the heavens as his opponent, using all living beings as his pieces, with the audacity to challenge the heavens themselves.

Only this could be called the Enigma Chessboard.

After Chess Emperor Holy Emperor Aldric perished in the heavenly lightning, the Enigma Chessboard had vanished along with him.

But now, here it was, in Timothy's hands.

"How is this possible? That's the Enigma Chessboard."

The black mist continued to dissipate, and even Zalroth's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold.

The arrogance that usually filled his gaze was now replaced by a flicker of shock, and even… reverence.

The black and white energy swirled around the Enigma Chessboard, as if even the fundamental principles of the universe had to merge with it to function.

The golden engravings along the edges of the chessboard confirmed its identity beyond any doubt.

This was indeed the legendary Enigma Chessboard, the very same that Chess Emperor Holy Emperor Aldric had used to challenge the heavens!