The Demon Monarch System

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Compared to Zarkath's stats, Jorgun's were much more unbalanced. In Zarkath's case, most of his attributes surpassed the entry-level of a Greater Demon by at least 25 percent. Typically, the system would classify the beginning of the Greater Demon level with at least 1,250 stats inside each attribute.

However, Jorgun's stats appeared much differently.

「Name: Jorgun [Follower]

Race: Greater Demon (00.00%)

Title: The Unstoppable Force

Bloodline: Rampaging Juggernaut (Aura of Force)

Demonic Anima Reserves: 100,000 units

Sin Volume: 5,000 units

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Strength: 2,900.0

Agility: 2,100.0

Intelligence: 900.0

Vitality: 2,500.0

Perception: 700.0

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Ira: Primary [Hellfire]  」

Everything about Jorgun operated on one principle―strength! Instead of having balanced stats, the system assigned values that matched the baseline as a whole, but they were horrifyingly unbalanced. However, that was just the state of HJorgun's current body.

Since he possessed the Aura of Force, his forte was unsurpassed strength. Even his title revealed that he revolved around being unstoppable. In this case, there was no need for stats that deal with his senses.

After all, with his power alone, he could produce a scene of utter destruction! His strength wasn't far from reaching the baseline of an Archdemon. Only the system knew just what type of monstrous strength Jorgun would possess when he evolved into an Archdemon.

Although the reason for their drastic increase in strength was the appearance of bloodline boosting the parameters of their body, each of their bloodlines was only at the first degree. It would take some time to acclimate to the bloodline and understand how to invoke their power.

Unlike Typhir, who was created by the system, both Zarkath and Jorgun were born as demons, so there was a certain instilled practice they were required to break before even thinking about reaching Typhir's level of utilization.

Eventually, Jorgun up and shook his head, "U-urgh. Thank you for the power, my Lord! I shall become an unstoppable defense for our household." After making this oath, Jorgun pounded his chest, causing a resounding echo to blast for at least 20 meters.

However, it didn't affect Apollo in the slight as an air of dominance kept this force at bay. It even quivered before disappearing of its own accord. Admittedly, even Jorgun's force understood that it was inferior to Apollo.

Soon, Apollo nodded after receiving this pledge. While he believed that Jorgun would truly make good on his promise, there were others of similar or even greater strength that Jorgun would have to overcome to take that role.

It wasn't as simple as them stepping aside. Wars would undoubtedly appear in the halls of the Dominus Household once it came to assigning the true roles that accompanied the completion of the house.

At that time, it would be up to each demon to assert their dominance and gain their place. There was no favor in Apollo's eyes anymore. If anyone wished to claim power, they needed to fight for it.

And, only when the time was right would Apollo present opportunities like this to upgrade their abilities. After all, the least he could be do was level the playing field and allow everyone a fair chance to obtain the place they sought.

Eventually, Apollo waved his arm, pushing Jorgun aside. He then turned his head towards Elaia who walked up to him slowly. When it came to both her and Valac, their progress was both the lowest.

However, Elaia was better off since Apollo's bloodline completed a large portion of the process for her. Apollo's blood was unlike any other demon's. It was unique since it could create a foundation for any demon as long as they were weaker than him.

If this fact was ever made public, then there would be an endless deluge of demons aiming to experience the initial purification of their blood. Even Aztraval, his father, paled in comparison in this department.

After all, whereas Aztraval was a pure Demon, or rather the first demon, Apollo was an abomination created from one of the other 4 original races.

"It appears you grow more stunning as time elapses," Apollo nodded. Each of the three women by his side, Geneva, Sapphyr, and Elaia, possessed their own kind of beauty. Sapphyr, because of her abilities, possessed a beauty that plunged one's mind into madness.

Geneva possessed a blazing appeal that incited a fire in the loins of who looked at her. However, Elaia was quite different. Because her powers centered around illusion, there was an ethereal air surrounding her.

However, when compared to the former two, there was still a faint disparity in their looks.

"Thank you, my Lord," Elaia nodded while kneeling to hide the faint blush on her cheek.

"E-eh?! W-where's my compliment like that?" Sapphyr complained with a face of discontent.

In return, Apollo glanced towards her with a callous expression that soon turned playful, "Did I not compliment you before? Wasn't it also you who gave me that gift!~?"

Sapphyr immediately quieted down once she recalled the gift Apollo mentioned. It was the one bold move she made and now she was being teased about it. Suddenly, Valac walked up to her and nudged her shoulder.

"Eh? Eh?! What's that gift? Tell us! We all want to know!" Valac said with a mischievous expression. Sadly, he was one who never seemed to learn.

"Valac. FLOOR!" Apollo commanded.

BOOM!

Valac was immediately forced to the ground as a frightening aura pressed on him. While that force kept him in place, Apollo returned his attention to Elaia. Surprisingly, her progress was not that far away from Jorgun's, only requiring Apollo to exhaust close to 4 million experience to facilitate her evolution.

〈System: The chosen follower possesses the potential to evolve. [Current Evolution: 65%].〉

〈System: Sacrificing 111,000 Experience is needed to raise the follower's evolution 1%.〉

As soon as Apollo accepted, a torrential surge of dark and mental energy circled Elaia, forming a faint cocoon that shattered a few minutes after appearing. It started from the top as cracks cascaded downward, allowing the cocoon to drift away as motes of energy.

Once Elaia reappeared, Apollo was pleased by what he saw. All of her demonic traits seemed to be refined as a silver gem-like rhombus appeared on her forehead. Although it lacked when compared to the amethyst embedded in Apollo's forehead or Sapphyr's chest, it emanated a strong mental signature.

Without glancing at her information, Apollo knew that she would be a demon with stats directly opposing Jorgun's. Whereas his body was his forte, Elaia's mind was hers. As Apollo so become, he expected great things out of this foxy demon with a reserved temperament. 

「Name: Elaia [Follower]

Race: Greater Demon (00.00%)

Title: The Illusive Enchantress

Bloodline: Nightmare Weaver (Aura of Illusion)

Demonic Anima Reserves: 100,000 units

Sin Volume: 5,000 units

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Strength: 1,100.0

Agility: 1,200.0

Intelligence: 2,750.0

Vitality: 1,500.0

Perception: 2,500.0

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Ira: Initial [Hellfire]

Invidia: Initial [Eyes of Distortion] 」

"Very good," Apollo praised with a nod. As head read through her information Apollo started to get the feeling that the system generate title befitting of his own thoughts. After all, when Apollo saw Jorgun, the first thought that came to his mind was a juggernaut.

Likewise, Elaia's presence was the best for an enchantress. Her mind was strong enough to weave powerful illusions and conjure enchantments to ensnare one's mind. The fact that her beauty complemented these abilities cemented Apollo's thoughts even more. 

"Thank you, my lord," Elaia said while rising to her feet with graceful movements. Compared to the former two, she presented the best display. 

"Showcase your ability," Apollo instructed. 

"But, they don't work on you," Elaia responded with slight surprise. After all, Apollo's complete immunity would make it impossible for her corrupted mental strength to penetrate his mind.

"Still," Apollo nodded. Even if it didn't work, he was a good judge of strength.

Inevitably, Elaia obliged. Her hands interlocked before pushing forward, hurtling a prism of mental energy that instantly shattered upon contact.

As this happened, Apollo watched as almost 20 percent of his Anima reserves were exhausted. This display gave him a good understanding of her current strength. Again, he dismissed her as his eyes fell upon the last target.

"Are you ready, Boros? Let's see how much of a change you go through," Apollo said while recalling an important piece of information.

Apollo made some room between himself and the others, allowing at least 25 meters of space. 'Here we go.'

With a thought, Apollo brought up the information surrounding's change while still scratching his scale.