Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

The Next Morning

Sylvia slowly propped herself up, the blanket slipping off to reveal her smooth, pale shoulder. Her long, dark hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

She glanced over at Timothy, who had just woken up as well. A smile played on her stunningly beautiful face.

There was a hint of seduction in her smile, but more than that, it was filled with smug satisfaction.

"Who would've thought you'd end up like this?" Sylvia finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

It was as if she'd found Timothy's weak spot.

For so long, she'd been on the receiving end of Timothy's relentless teasing, never finding a way to strike back.

Timothy had even mocked her more than once, taking advantage of her embarrassment.

Just the other day, she'd been completely caught off guard by Timothy's sudden "boost in strength."

As a goddess, her dignity had almost crumbled in front of him.

But Sylvia never expected that she'd find Timothy's weakness at this moment.

"So, you can only pull off that strong act once, huh?" Sylvia covered her mouth, laughing softly.

"Damn it!"

Right now, Timothy couldn't come up with any sort of comeback.

He was filled with regret—why had he let himself be swayed by the goddess's pitiful look and ended up in her chambers?

The tables had turned, and now Sylvia had the upper hand.

Until he reached the Holy Emperor level, he probably wouldn't be able to hold his head high again!

"I'm not giving up."

Timothy tried to maintain a defiant look, his eyes full of determination.

"If you're not satisfied, I can always give you another chance," Sylvia teased, her laughter like the sound of silver bells.

As usual, her cool demeanor was tinged with a bit of flirtation.

But as she leaned in closer, Timothy could only close his eyes in resignation.

The dark circles under his eyes were obvious.

The reason was simple.

He was completely drained...

"Pfft."

Sylvia couldn't hold back her laughter any longer, filling the room with her amusement.

...

"Damn it, I'll get you back for this!"

A while later.

Timothy, his clothes slightly disheveled, stood at the door. He glanced back at Sylvia with a determined look.

But what was supposed to be a cool, dramatic exit...

Ended with him stumbling and almost falling flat on his face.

He had no choice—his body was so weak that even walking steadily was a challenge.

Leaning against the wall for support, Timothy had never felt so humiliated.

He never imagined that one day, his goddess of a wife would turn the tables and mock him.

And for this reason, of all things...

"Transcendence Realm, Holy Emperor level."

At that moment, Timothy had never been more desperate to ascend to the next level.

He had to reclaim his dignity from yesterday, no matter what.

Next time, he was going to make sure the goddess was the one crying!

But...

As he walked, Timothy felt his earlier resolve start to fade away.

After taking the last two remaining Dragon's Roar Virility Pills, Timothy shook the now-empty bottle with a sigh of resignation.

Looks like he'd need to make more of those pills soon. Otherwise, in just a few days, his... well, his dick might be completely useless.

"Brother Timothy!"

"Good morning, Brother Timothy!"

"Wait, Brother Timothy, what happened to you?"

As Timothy passed by, several disciples greeted him, but they quickly noticed something was off.

Upon closer inspection, they realized that Timothy's face was sunken, and dark circles ringed his eyes. He looked much thinner than usual, and far more frail.

"I swear I saw Brother Timothy just yesterday. He didn't look this bad then. Sure, he wasn't in his usual top form, but nothing like this. What on earth happened to him overnight?"

"What could've happened in just one night?"

"Did he fail to comprehend some profound truth? Or maybe he tried to force a breakthrough and damaged his body?"

"But none of those seem to fit…"

The disciples exchanged awkward glances, completely baffled by the situation. All they could do was watch as Timothy's weakened figure slowly shuffled away, feeling a pang of sympathy for the senior they usually admired so much.

...

Finally reaching the back of the mountain, Timothy let out a long sigh of relief.

The strength of a Holy Emperor-level being was truly terrifying. Even now, he still hadn't fully recovered from the exhaustion of being with the goddess.

But despite his weakened state, he had no choice but to start making more elixirs.

Summoning a blue flame, Timothy ignited the alchemy furnace and began tossing in various herbs he'd exchanged from the system's shop.

However, this time, likely due to his extreme fatigue, the flame flickered unsteadily, far less stable than usual.

His control over the furnace and the herbs inside was also noticeably weaker. But then again, after spending a night with Goddess Sylvia, it was only natural that his hands were trembling a bit…

The fire burned slowly, and though the situation inside the furnace wasn't ideal, it was still barely within his control.

After what felt like an eternity, the flames finally died down.

A faint, pleasant aroma filled the air as Timothy carefully opened the lid of the furnace.

"Only four pills, and they're just grade six."

It was clear that his current state had a significant impact on the quality of his alchemy.

With a sigh, Timothy took the four grade-six Dragon's Roar Virility Pills and swallowed them.

As soon as the pills entered his mouth, a warm current spread throughout his body. While the effects weren't as potent as a grade-seven pill, the gentle warmth did help replenish some of his depleted energy.

At the very least, his hands had stopped shaking…

Timothy couldn't help but laugh at himself.

He'd been on the continent of Elant for so long, but this was probably the most pathetic he'd ever been.

And the reason? It was so ridiculous he couldn't even say it out loud.

"Damn it, once I reach the Holy Emperor level, I'm definitely going to teach that goddess a lesson!" Timothy vowed to himself.

With his body feeling a bit better, his alchemy speed and quality improved significantly.

Before long, several batches of elixirs were successfully produced.

And without exception, they were all flawless grade-seven pills.

Not only did he manage to make more Dragon's Roar Virility Pills, but he also crafted several batches of Solar Blaze Elixir, Soul Purification Elixir, and Crimson Flame Essence.

Popping the pills into his mouth like candy, Timothy felt the powerful effects of the grade-seven elixirs coursing through his body.

While they couldn't fully restore his depleted energy, the potent medicinal properties of the pills were continuously refining and strengthening his physique.

His muscles burned, his bones ached, but he was being reborn through the fire.

After several rounds of this intense refinement, Timothy's body grew stronger and more resilient.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes.

His body had undergone significant improvement, and most of his physical issues were resolved.

Except for… dick.