Chapter 1: Prologue
"At the westernmost edge of the continent, a colossal rift cleaves through the very tectonic plates of the earth. Bottomless and suffocating, its dense darkness and miasma seem poised to devour all living things. The terrifying demonic energy erupting from within has corrupted the surrounding forests, rivers, and hills, twisting biological life into hideous monsters that prey upon nearby villages and towns. The people of the continent call this fissure—'The Abyss.'"
"On the other side of The Abyss lies the stronghold of the Demon Race. In the words of the Holy Light Church, they are cruel, bloodthirsty, and tyrannical. That region is known as the 'Demon Realm.'"
"In the heart of the Demon Realm's capital stands a pitch-black castle, shrouded in a profound and terrifying silence. It is said to be the residence of a ruthless tyrant who rules over the entire Demon Realm, the undisputed King of Demons—the 'Demon Lord.'"
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I listlessly read through this book brought back from the human world by one of my generals and let out a long yawn.
"Boring. What a piece of trash. I thought it might actually be interesting."
I slammed the book shut and glanced at the title: Legends of the Demon Realm—published by the Holy Light Church.
With an expressionless face, I conjured a ball of black flame in my palm, incinerating the book until nothing remained but a pile of dark ash.
Clapping the dust off my hands, I picked up a cup of coffee, drained it in one gulp, and stood up.
"My Lord Demon Lord, the Skeletal Duke says he has matters to discuss with you," a maid said, tidying away my coffee cup.
"Fine, I got it. Set it for 4:00 PM," I replied impatiently, giving the maid's rounded backside a firm pinch as I spoke.
Hmm... bouncy and firm. Not a bad feel.
"M-My Lord! Please behave... I will go inform the Duke immediately!" The maid's face flushed crimson as she scurried away with the tray.
That's right. My name is Reno Iblis, and I am the "Demon Lord" described in that trashy book.
In reality, I'm not from this world. I'm a transmigrator from Earth. Due to an accident, I crossed over and ended up in this body. Since I was just an infant at the time, it wouldn't be wrong to say I'm a native-born demon of this world.
When I was sixteen, the previous Demon Lord—my old man—vanished. The Demon Realm fell into absolute chaos. War broke out everywhere, and everyone assumed the era of the Iblis bloodline was over.
However, it only took me three years to make them all fall in line. I became the Demon Lord in name and reality, living in the most luxurious castle in the realm with hundreds of servants. My food, clothes, and lifestyle are all top-tier luxury. The treasures in my vault are piled like mountains of gold and diamonds, and every painting and vase in the corridors is a priceless work of art.
The demon generals under me are fiercely loyal and incredibly powerful. Any one of them sent into the human world would be a nightmare personified—the kind of monster parents use to scare children into stopping their crying.
As for women? If I take a liking to anyone—be it the youngest daughter of a Marquess or even the wife of an Earl—all I have to do is say the word, and by that night, she'll be lying naked on my bed, actively opening her entrance to please me.
Not to mention, I already have many wives. This is the Demon Realm, and I'm the Demon Lord; monogamy simply doesn't exist for me. My wives are all stunningly beautiful, each with her own unique charm. Moreover, they fought by my side through life and death to help me unify the realm; they are devoted to me until the very end.
So, you could say I lack for nothing. My martial prowess is at the peak of the Demon Realm; I'm naturally gifted and possess the highest royal bloodline, allowing me to master the most elite systems of royal magic.
Consequently, a year after becoming the Demon Lord, I found myself bored to death. I reached a point where I couldn't even muster sexual interest in my many gorgeous wives.
Imagine a group of famished women—demons, no less. Even with my superior stamina, as the saying goes: The bull can work itself to death, but the field is never plowed under. No matter how celestial a woman is, if I'm plowing her every day in every way imaginable, there comes a day when it gets stale.
So, six months ago, I developed a taste for "cuckoldry" (Yinqi).
Ahem, that's right.
The first time I saw a common guard daring to cast a lustful eye on one of my wives, a strange sense of excitement sprouted in my heart. Even I was shocked by it.
Because I am at the absolute summit of the Demon Realm, my women are existences that these low-status demons shouldn't even dream of touching. Therefore, imagining my beloved wives being violated by their members felt incredibly stimulating.
So, over the past six months, I've basically let my wives be played with by others. They agreed quite happily. Firstly, I really couldn't satisfy so many of them on my own. Secondly, the Demon Race has always been very open; satisfying each other's lust is considered normal, and even wife-swapping orgies are common.
The Demon Realm expressed total understanding of my practices. In fact, some demons admired me even more, thanking me for letting them taste the Demon Lord's wives. My reputation actually grew because of it.
Of course, there was one exception—my primary wife. So far, she hasn't had sex with any man other than me. It's not that she's unwilling, but she is special to me.
As I walked and pondered, I unconsciously arrived at the fourth floor of the castle, which was lined with many rooms. This was where my harem lived. Hmm... deepening my bond with them daily is also one of the Demon Lord's duties.
I pushed open the first bedroom door. The decor was cute and girlish; even the large bed was covered in thick, pink blankets that looked incredibly soft.
"Hey, Loshi, time to get up."
I looked at the sleeping girl. Her metallic, silver-colored long hair was spread out, looking exceptionally smooth. Two protruding black horns on her head served as the symbol of her royal bloodline. Her delicate features were cute yet possessed a unique allure. Below her straight, elegant nose was an inviting, cherry-red mouth that made one want to steal a kiss.
The girl opened her eyes groggily, her deep and beautiful crimson pupils carrying an air of nobility and mystery. Seeing it was me, she sat up and called out lazily:
"Brother."