Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest Chapter 389: The One-Eyed Overlord

The sun fell on the eastern wilderness, yet the calmness promised by the night never settled. Under the bright moon, terrifying roars and agonising howls disturbed the natural landscape.

Each ti space trembled, colossal creatures collapsed. Trolls and wyverns lay bisected in bloody rivers so thick that the moon seed to take a scarlet hue. Even the wilderness overlord didn’t escape the calamity befalling the region.

In his ancient castle, built atop the tallest hill and surrounded by an expanse of cracked rocks from which burning gases swirled as if the earth itself breathed, he frowned on his throne.

Alabaster skulls ford the giant armrests he clutched like re apples. A hulking creature’s spine made for the back, hidden behind his protruding chest muscles.

He enjoyed the sunrise every morning. But even as stars faded and a delicate orange tint replaced the darkness, morning seed far. All because of the black-and-white-haired invader, whom he now glared at with his unique eye.

His castle reeked of putrid blood. Grotesque corpses of Fomorians, his loyal subjects, littered the ground. They were supposed to be his soldiers, a force accumulated in secrecy to invade the divine realms, the blade that would cull the gods. Yet, the invader had butchered them like lambs. And it infuriated him.

He rose from his seat, his body drowning the throne room in long shadows. The only eye located in the middle of his forehead shone a mystical light as his voice thundered.

"Who dares set foot in my domain when even the monarch of the fairies shudders at my na? Speak, foolish child, for you’ve provoked a wrath beyond your reckoning. I am Balor of the Evil Eye—rcy is a word unknown to , and restraint even more so."

Although Adam looked like an ant compared to the giant, he smirked without fear. "The one who’ll kill you. But I admit you intrigue . Giant, a single eye like the cyclopes, and Balor, like the demonic species as a na. What are you?" He shook his head, pointing at his forehead mockingly. "And how are you that ugly? A true insult to the eye."

Balor’s frown deepened, veins throbbing on his forehead. His foot crashed on the ground, cracking it.

"From cos Ethniu, then Lugh. Ireland was in my grasp before the Tuatha Dé Danann’s advent. I’m death and destruction incarnate. And that eye you dared to mock is what made them tremble!"

Without giving Adam ti to react, his eye burst with an unsettling dark light.

Adam’s instincts blared in alarms louder than when Zeus had almost torn his head off. Death approached, yet the giant didn’t move. Even space was eerily silent.

Sothing was wrong—everything was. His smile vanished, solemness twisting his lips. Blink? No. It felt like the ethereal kind of ability he hated. A curse? Perhaps. Anyway, dodging wasn’t the answer. But he had another in store.

Eyes narrowing, dark flas burst from his skin with a chaotic roar. His powerful muscles and indestructible bones instantly transford into a raging inferno that reeked of sulfur.

A split second later, he sensed an insidious power envelop him. Like a ghostly nail driven into him, it crashed inside his chest, piercing the place his heart should have been.

Blasted apart by the silent impact, flas parted in a round hole—through which Balor could now see the other side of the room.

Balor roared in laughter, the corner of his eye wrinkling as Adam dropped to his knees. "You thought those pitiful flas could defy , whelp? You’re not even worth rembering. History won’t mourn your na—it won’t even know it."

"Oh?"

He froze at the surprising sound of Adam’s voice, his eye widening. "How is it..."

"Possible?" Adam continued for him, his blazing figure growing to match the giant’s size. New flas closed the hole in his chest instantly, and his smirk returned. "Death at a glance. A powerful ability, I’ll give you that. But it lacks originality, not to ntion it’s ineffective against pure fire."

He shrugged. Between dusa’s petrification and the many gas featuring similar eye curses, he had sowhat guessed the danger.

"Eyes abilities are fearso—to normal individuals, that is. I have many thods to negate them." He raised his palm, his voice dripping with mockery. "I wonder which to choose, though?"

Before his words faded, the air distorted. Dozens of lifelike illusions of him ford around Balor.

"First, I can confuse you. Second..." The illusions blazed with increasing intensity, the dark flas turning more blinding than a star.

Balor shielded his eye with his hands, groaning and about to retort.

But Adam didn’t give him the ti to. "The most evident solution is sotis the best. Tell how you will glance at when you’re blinded?"

"Pathetic tricks! As if re light could blind , the grandfather of the god of light!" Balor endured the radiance, his eye reddening but also igniting with destructive powers as he shoved his clenched fists down and leaned forward.

ZOOO

A terrifying noise split the air, followed by a violet beam. It cleaved through the illusions like a fiery blade, digging a lting gash on the walls behind. Moving his head in every direction, he drew a crisscrossing net of inescapable destruction.

BOOM

Molten rubble rained from the collapsing ceiling, and the walls exploded. Amidst the chaos of rising dust, the illusions faded into drifting sparks, including where Adam stood.

Balor scrutinised them, not underestimating Adam’s fiery nature anymore. Yet, the sparks died down as soon as they touched the ground.

Silence lingered for a second before he clenched his fists and snorted. Of course, he had won with how he had vaporised the intruder. Death at a glance? Amateur. Would gods fear him if it was all he could do?

However, dread’s icy fingers wrapped around his heart as Adam’s voice echoed in his ears. "You won. Just kidding. That’s how you vaporise soone."

An inferno of blinding plasma erupted before he could even open his mouth. It instantly devoured him like a ravenous beast. More than re fire, he recognised in horror its hidden power—Beelzebub’s gluttony. But it was too late. In a heartbeat, his skin turned into ash, his blood evaporated, and his bones lted.

Adam watched his flas consu the rubble, the room, and Balor in a lting cacophony of burning air. Then, he raised his cap, revealing his ashen torso in its natural size. "Oops, sorry. I replaced myself with an illusion before turning invisible. Well, it doesn’t matter since history won’t even know a fool like you died."

Though he enjoyed returning the annoying taunts, he enjoyed receiving his kill notification even more.

[You have defeated the tier 8 level 100 boss: Balor of the Evil Eye. You have gained 50.000.000 experience points.]

With the other creatures he had killed, his level was... he glanced at his interface, a grin curving his lips.

Na: Adam

Race: Twilight Draconian Emperor

Affinity: Chaos

﹂Plasma, Space

Talent: EX grade: From gar to god!

Job: God of Freedom and Vengeance

Class: Titan Slayer

LVL: 62->91

Exp: 12.000.000/63.000.000

HP: 1.444/1.444

Vitality: 12 ( 20) ( 112) = 144

Strength: 20 ( 42) ( 112) = 174

Agility: 25 ( 56) ( 112) = 193

Primordial chaotic essence: 56

Free attribute points: 455

Items: Chaosbringer, Magical cube, Amaterasu no Tamoto, Eye of the Demon King, Draconic Bracelet

Authorities: Unfettered Will, Body of pure chaos, Tyrant of the Golden Age, The Coil’s Return, Heavenly Bones of Gathering Clouds, Scorch of Genesis.

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AN: This is (Celtic) Irish mythology. I think I ntioned it during the second event, but Lugh is the god of light and craftsmanship. Balor is his grandfather. The Tuatha Dé Danann is the godly faction (like the Aesir, for example). It won’t have much impact, though. Still, it helps for clarity.