Vincent sat down on the ground; since ti had stopped, he could relax. He wanted to hear Efrita's voice as she could explain everything. "She won't speak to you; my little girl is timid...." Her mother sat beside him with a warm smile. He noticed her wounds healed, and now she was just a fluffy Efrita.
"Why won't she respond? Is it she doesn't trust ?"
A finger pointed at his nose and squashed it. Although he tried to resist, it knocked him back several tres before he hit a rock in the distance. Vincent felt sore all over his body before falling to the ground, filled with wounds. "Oh my, sorry.... I forgot you are still not in this realm of strength yet.... My wife looks soft but is all brute power! Haha, she's so cute!"
Aldan slamd on Vincent's shoulder a few tis as thick mana filled his body and healed his wounds. He stopped acting stupid and looked at the handso boy before him. The man was vigorous, like a living fla.
"Can you promise never to abandon my daughter?"
Vincent felt a colossal pressure pushing down on his body; he couldn't move as his eyes locked on the handso male dragon who silently looked at him. No threats or attacks, just those words and a silent stare. His mind raced, trying to think of a reply, but nothing ca to him as a cold sweat filled his back.
"What? can you not make a simple promise!"
The pressure burst out and pushed Vincent down to his knee. The bones in his body began to crack and split apart. He had never felt this treatnt before.
'No! I did!'
His mind flashed back to when he first joined the family, and his father also helped train him. A scene of two males, one small boy with black hair and a feminine face, and a muscular male with an average warrior's face.
"So, Vincent, are you prepared never to abandon Milla if she is in danger?"
Vincent then experienced the sa pressure, much lower and less intense. He rembered the answer his father was looking for! It was not his half-assed flowery words! No, it was the sa, but matched his weak child's body.
"Ira invidias!"
A burst of flaming winds blasted from his body, followed by a chilling blizzard of ice. Vincent's body bulged and grew to just under seven feet tall. His muscles bulked up before compacting as he entered both forms simultaneously. He grew three large horns from his head--two from the side and one long ice horn from the front of his forehead.
He abandoned his charming good looks. Now he looked fearso, like a beautiful monstrosity. His eyes were bright silver as they alternated between ocean blue and crimson red with an ember-like movent. His jaw expanded into a sharp, demon-like mouth filled with sharp teeth. With a long, powerful slithering tongue that crackled with flas.
His power, speed, and magic all shot through the roof as black blood poured from his nose, lips, and ears. The ground below him shattered into a thousand pieces of small rocks as he pressed against the pressure from Aldan. However, it tore apart his dark grey skin and powerful muscles. The wounds healed in an instant as he forced himself up.
"E-frita...."
Vincent's mind blurred; however, he could only see several won, his mother, his sister and all the won he ford bonds with. He felt strange, as if two annoying voices told him to attack, violate and destroy while the other sounded envious of everything around him. 'I won't listen. You follow my orders; break this damn pressure!'
He could feel their resistance and intense hatred towards himself. They assaulted his mind with various ntal attacks that felt like a sharp blade sliding along his brain while sothing drilled inside and stirred the insides up.
'Listen to , you fuckers! Or I'll discard your worthless power!'
The space froze all Aldan's pressure vanished. Vincent felt annoyed; how many tis would these people play with ti like a joke? He kept a tally and would slap each fool that stopped ti today!
[Demonic System Administrative choice granted]
-- You are inside one of your beloved woman's soul spaces. Her heart and soul are open for you to see. Will you allow these inferior desires to thwart you?
[Fuck them! They either listen to , or I'll devour them!]
[I need them! Let's try to work things out!]
[Um.... Let's give up?]
'You don't even need to ask, damn chanical system.'
-- I apologise that the sub-administrator iya cannot connect to this realm.
'No problem, let's not even make them listen. Devour them!'
-- Will you use the system and your racial talent to bypass this world's rules?
-- The system doesn't know what might happen.... You could beco the enemy of the world or even a vegetable!
'My life isn't my own; many won count on . How can I be a slave to these stupid rules?'
-- Playing voice recording from sub-administrator.
"Ah~ I knew you would think of sothing stupid that not even an insane person would do! Hehe, don't worry. Whatever it is, do it! Your cute iya will deal with all the problems and worries! Just rember that you owe another nice favour when we et!"
-- End of ssage! Get them, kid!
'Devour them!'
The system went quiet for a mont; he thought the system scamd him and gave no rewards. But he was wrong, very wrong. His pupils dilated before he crashed to the ground, only able to flail his arms and gasp.
Vincent's body was broken down and remade countless tis, his blood, bones, organs, and flesh replaced with sothing more powerful. His transformation was a long and gruelling process. One that seed to go on forever.
He felt excruciating pain as Vincent thought he might not survive it. He writhed and twisted, screaming in agony as it tore apart his body and put back together again.
Vincent refused to give up. He was driven by a burning desire to beco sothing greater than he had ever been before.
As the transformation progressed, Vincent felt the aspects of Wrath and Envy trying to take hold of him. They were wild, untad energies and seed to want to consu him.
But Vincent was not about to let them have their way. He fought back, using all his strength and determination to keep them at bay. And in the end, he erged victorious, devouring the two aspects and incorporating their power into his own.
His body quivered in the deep crater from Alden's pressure. He breathed deeply and stood in silence. A resounding heartbeat sounded in the entire plains. Vincent completed his transformation after devouring the sin of wrath and envy. Now more powerful and far stronger than ever before, he clenched his hands tightly.
'This is more like it; I no longer have to submit to stupid rules. I want to beco an Arch Daemon. Then I need the power to do so! No testing myself, overcoming the sins. I am sin incarnate!'
He was no longer just Vincent, but sothing more significant. He had beco the embodint of power, a force to be reckoned with. And he was ready to take on the world, whatever it might throw his way.
Though his looks changed slightly, his form was still grotesque and fearso. His body now donned beautiful dark red phoenix wings instead of demon ones. On his head was another set of red phoenix plus above his normal ears that seed to absorb mana and anima from the air.
"System, restore the ti to normal. Thanks for the help."
-- It's my pleasure as your servant!
Vincent cracked his neck, getting back into the sa position. He did not want to cheat and would use his own body to prove his determination and quality as a son-in-law.
'Let's go!'
A heavy pressure once again pushed onto him, yet this ti he didn't bleed. His bones didn't crack or snap. Vincent remained in a slight squat, adjusting to the pressure. The two plus on his head absorbed part of the aura and turned it into his own for a small duration.
'Since my father-in-law is a red dragon, let's give him a red welco!'
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