Apotheosis of a Demon – A Monster Evolution Story - Chapter 80 - DEMON LORD: FIORFATA, THE UNSEELIE LORD

In a world where elements lay barren and powerful wizards had abandoned their homeland a millennium ago to explore the multiverse, Sunan found himself reincarnated as a noble scion stripped of his title. This world, once brimming with magic and wonder, had fallen into a desolate state, and wizards had become mere legends.Sunan was acutely aware that after a thousand years, the elements would awaken once more, heralding the return of the wizards and ushering in a new era of prosperity. He understood that his path was clear: he must train diligently to become a wizard himself and survive until this glorious age arrived.“Resources are scarce?” he mused, determination flickering in his eyes. “Then I’ll just have to synthesize them myself.”With that thought, he activated the Synthesis Cube, a device that granted him the ability to combine materials into something new. This Cube was not just a tool; it was a symbol of his potential in this world, reflecting his status as a player in a game he once played.As he set to work, the Cube glowed with possibilities, presenting him with a myriad of options. He had a few basic materials at his disposal, remnants of his previous life and the knowledge he had accumulated from his past experiences in the game.Sunan began experimenting, combining herbs and minerals he had gathered. Each successful synthesis filled him with a sense of accomplishment, inching him closer to his goal of becoming a wizard.Days turned into weeks, and Sunan’s skills improved rapidly. He crafted potions, improved his understanding of magical theories, and honed his mental abilities through intense meditation practices. The Star Ring Meditation, one of the first techniques he mastered, allowed him to tap into the latent mental energy within himself, enhancing his cognitive functions and magical sensitivity.As he progressed, whispers of his endeavors began to circulate among the remaining noble families and the common folk. Some viewed him with suspicion, while others saw potential in the young man who dared to challenge the status quo.Sunan knew he needed allies. He began seeking out individuals who shared his vision—a return to the age of wizards. He discreetly approached the remnants of the nobility, the few who still held some influence, and began to forge connections.His reputation grew cautiously, and with it, the opportunities to gather resources and knowledge. He learned of hidden libraries, ancient texts, and artifacts that could aid in his quest.One fateful day, while exploring a forgotten ruin, he uncovered an ancient tome detailing the rituals of the wizards who had once thrived on this land. The pages contained knowledge that could accelerate his growth, including spells long lost to time.“This is it,” Sunan thought as he carefully transcribed the contents into his own notes. “With this, I can not only learn the spells but also improve my synthesis techniques.”As he delved deeper into the arcane arts, he realized that the key to his ascension lay not just in personal power but in understanding the intricate web of alliances and rivalries that defined noble society. He had to navigate these treacherous waters carefully.In the back of his mind, Sunan always remembered the impending return of the wizards. The time was coming when he would have to reveal his true potential and lead the charge into the new era.With each passing day, he grew stronger, more confident, and increasingly aware of the responsibilities that awaited him.The world was changing, and Sunan was determined to be at the forefront of that change—a wizard in a world that had forgotten what it meant to wield true power.

This question every one kept asking themselves...“When we die, where do we go?”No living soul can answer.And the dead... are never given the chance.— — —Callum Drey lost everything in a single day.His beloved grandmother passed away just as he was about to gather the money for her life-saving surgery. Then came the cruelest betrayal: the girlfriend he sacrificed everything for abandoned him for another man. Broken, furious, and devastated, Callum picked a fight with the one who stole his love—only to meet a tragic end.But death... was just the beginning.When Callum opened his eyes, he uncovered a truth far darker than anyone could imagine.The afterlife was nothing like the world's religions preached.The Christians, the Muslims, the Buddhists... They were all wrong.The universe was not ruled by gods of mercy or enlightenment, but by the bizarre, cruel and pathetic God of Fun.In this twisted afterlife, every soul stands upon the Curtain Call, judged by how much they entertained the God of Fun during their mortal lives.Those who were amusing enough ascended to the realm of gods.Those who weren't? Erased into oblivion.Yet for a few, there was a second chance...A chance to prove their worth in a brutal new world.Callum Drey was one of them.Vowing never to be betrayed or helpless again, Callum was thrust into Glory Expanse—a savage world where magic, technology, and monsters collided.And though the odds were stacked against him, fate had other plans.[You have obtained Three SSS-Ranked Talents!][SSS-Ranked Gacha System!][SSS-Ranked Soulmancy!][SSS-Ranked Bloodline Talent: Blood of the Flamborne!]Armed with unprecedented powers, Callum’s legend began:— Pulled SSS-Ranked Summon: Taren of Chaos, the Lost Spear!— Pulled SSS-Ranked Summon: Nerissa, the Banished Daughter of the Gods, Bow of Balance!— Soulmancy Panel Activated: Soul Bank and Soul Lab Unlocked!—Crafted Weapon: Souls of Broodmother and Red Widow has been used to craft the red dagger: Broodwidow’s Kiss!With his Triple SSS-Ranked Talents, Callum would rise against a world far crueler than Earth—but soon, a greater calling would awaken...A destiny that even the God of Fun could not predict.

I’m telling you, acting is really just a hobby. Not the VTuber part.

I don’t know why I die, I don’t know why I live.

Divided hunters die of loyalty,

The witch who plays with emotions dies of love,

Cautious fortune-tellers die of trust.

The thief who steals everything has nothing,

The visionary who created everything never existed.

The traveler fell on his way home,

The twilight giants rest before dawn.

Lawyers sacrifice for order,

Judges forget the law.

The sleepless sleeps in the dark,

The corpse collector lay in the coffin.

We are guardians, and a bunch of poor creatures who are constantly fighting against danger and madness.

This journey is life and death.

While drowning was inevitable, they had struggled.

This is the worst of times, this is the best of times.

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