He asked the system about her transformation, which could take anything from several days to a week. Asmodea felt this was quite irritating when Melita was finished in a few moments.
”Why will she take so damn long? ”
Since he became a Dhampir, he needed to feed on blood. Luckily, hed tasted Chloes blood, earning him a day longer. Even so, he needed a simpler way to feed himself. He wasn completely limited, though. If things got really bad, he could drain a summoned imp, since it only cost 1 DP to bring them back to life.
[This girl has nearly no mana]
[Melita was a legendary Dragon Empress, and both her stage and mana core were higher than rank 7!]
”Alright, alright, I get it. ”
”Chloe is garbage and the lizard is mighty! ”
Asmodea felt this cave was dreary and ugly. However, he knew it would take DP and didn want to waste a vital resource just for somewhere he rested. Although his father always preached that rest was important to every warrior. With a sigh, he pressed the [Dungeon Upgrade] feature.
[Asmodea Zael Valek] [40/50 DP] [4/5 EP]
[Rank 1 : 5 Rooms, 2 Floors]
On the tab, it showed a shortened display of his current currency. 10 DP was used to respawn all the goblins, traps, and treasures. He clicked the first box, and a whole list of many types of furniture appeared, from 30 DP for a [Canpoy Bed] to 100 DP for a [Mana Oven].
”Wow, these prices are rediculous I could build a whole army of Imps for this! ”
Disgruntled, Asmodea bought a [Simple King Sized Bed] for 10 DP and used the remaining 30 DP to bolster the traps in the third room, adding another group of 5 imps to the boss room.
”It seems like I gained 10 DP and 1 EP for every person I killed in the dungeon and restored 1 DP per hour. The system stated Id get a passive bonus if people entered my dungeon for longer than 30 minutes. I really need to go into the town and get people to come visit my dungeon. ”
[Host, you should leave Melita here, otherwise she will cause a major stir in the human town.]
Asmodea didn realise what this system was saying until, when focusing, the lazy lizards sleeping breaths could be faintly heard from his head, its neck resting against his broken horn. He felt a chill down his spine; he was supposed to be the one taming his units, not the other way around!
With the flick of his wrist, he slapped the dragons large butt, sending it flying into the wall with a loud thud. Despite this, it still took several moments to wake up, swaying its head as if looking for the delicious mana battery it fell asleep on.
”Somehow I hope she doesn evolve one day and remember all this abuse Ive given in her weakened state. ”
Asmodea gave one last look towards the dark red pulsating casket of flesh containing Chloe, really hoping he could spend longer in the human town, yet knowing if she woke up alone in the dark cave she may feel abandoned. Even though she is completely loyal, her lack of affection could make her prove loyalty in a different way.
As he was about to leave the dungeon, the little dragon was desperately flapping its wings. Melitas eyes were filled with tears. Asmodea almost felt sorry for this lizard before remembering how arrogant she was before.
”You cannot come with me, thats an order! ”
The dragon, as if filled with magic, dropped to the floor and became obedient with slightly glazed eyes.
”Ill be back by evening. Ill bring back some tasty meats if you wait like a good girl. ”
No longer faking its sadness, the lizards eyes now sparkled with victory and its lips with drool.
Asmodea left the dungeon, appearing immediately at the entrance. The small forest it was located in wasn all that bad. On his way, he ate horned rabbits and gale wolves, and sometimes several nice green neighbourhood goblins would give him their mana cores.
”I just let a baby dragon play me… ” Asmodea let out a sad cry to the dead goblins around him, then turned around and headed back northeast toward Meldurin, determined to find the most disgusting meat he could find.
After hours of interacting with his fellow neighbors, not only did he have more than 30 mana cores for bartering but also filled his needs as a Dhampir for the next several days. Thankfully, after moaning to the system, it allowed him to cheat, storing up to 2 days worth of blood in its storage system.
”Hah! Im quite a genius. ”
”Halt! Who goes there? Demi-human, show some identification! ”
In front of Asmodea were two middle-aged human guards, one with a scarred eye and blonde hair. The other, with black hair and filled with muscles, resembled Kent a little, causing him to be less hostile towards the filthy humans.
”I-Im sorry, I just came from being attacked by bandits south east of here. They took almost all my belongings! ”
Well, he wasn lying. There was a group of dirty bandits hiding within the forest, but now all that was left were ruins and crushed headless corpses. Asmodea felt relaxed knowing he was half-telling the truth. His father hated liars most.
”Alright lad, don worry! Well report this to the town watch. The blonde serious guard bought Asmodeas acting, his broken horn and slightly teary eyes easily bypassing his hard exterior. ”Maybe he has several children, ” Asmodea thought.
”Hmmm, you may enter for now. Make sure to get some identification from either the Mercenary Guild or the Adventurers Guild. They are located at the centre of the town, beside the blacksmith! ”
”Remember, next time you enter the fee is 1 gald per person! ”
He felt this was quite resonable, half expecting his demi-human self would be charged more than normal tax. His thinking was along the correct line, if this were any other town or city demi-humans have to pay almost double what human would have to pay and wait more than twice as long.
The more serious man, although seeming extremely displeased, was the one who helped the most, giving him the directions to a cheap inn and the locations of many shops and other places within Meldurin.
Asmodea finally gained entrance, stepping past the kind old guards. He saw a large town that made Selom look like a fertiliser pit. The floor was paved with stone and dirt treated by mana to avoid it spreading into the various houses and stores.
The buildings were made of a combination of stone and wood, which made him feel strangly impressed. Walking down the path, he saw many demi-humans in poor quality clothes, others wearing cheap patched armour and drinking low-class ale. They all seemed to be heading towards the mercenary guild.
”They seem the types others would be less concerned about dissapearing. Maybe I should register as a mercenary and secretly post quests to explore the dungeon with the money I earn. ”
His eyes slowly trailed across the opposite building, which was filled with humans and fewer demi-humans. Yet the difference in armour was tremendous. No more patchy old armour, it was real metal and well maintained leather, clearly costing far more than the padded and makeshift armour the mercenaries had.
”Maybe I should post requests here too, since they have more money hunting them should be more enjoyable right? ”
Asmodea had grown weary of fighting weaker opponents. His mind had been constantly being modified since he awoke as an artificial demon. When the system recreated him as a Dhampir (Oni Variant), this change only accelerated. However, the boy himself hadn completely noticed, just believing it to be his desire to train more and become stronger.
”Thats a cool looking axe though. ”
Walking past was a muscular, bronze-skinned woman. She was likely part demi-human as shimmering lizard scales covered her abs and arms, like natural armour. Thankfully, Asmodea had yet to awaken his instincts as an adult male.
This was because the system found his mind to be slightly naive and didn wish for another host to be destroyed by women. Eventually, it would slowly allow his mind to mature in a long wait for him to become the true Demon Lord.
The system was worried, because hed already begun to show the type of woman he was interested in, with the Goat Chloe being the likely trigger for his gradual maturity to begin early.
[That woman better not ruin our grand plans!]
”Why is there such a big difference between the two guilds? ” Asmodea asked as he entered the slightly stuffy, dilapidated wooden building. His thoughts trailed off, seeing a mans body hurling towards him as the person who threw him raged.
”Brian! You stole the **ing profits to gamble again! ”
Unable to react like a normal person, Asmodea jumped into the air, spinning half a circle and raising her leg to kick the poor man, stinking of alcohol in his crotch, sending him flying out of the doors with a high-pitched squeel.
Several of the mercenaries sitting at the bar opened their mouths wide. They had expected the newbie-looking kid to be smashed onto the ground and filled with Brians stanky smell. Now watching Brians arc into a pile of horse manure face first, they began to burst into a fit of rough laughter.
”Brian sure got his just deserts this time. ”
The man with short unkempt blonde hair seemed to be lost. What was a simple punishment of their leader turned into him getting kicked several metres and landing face first in horse shit by some kid who barely looked able to grow hair.
”Hey kid, are you here to post a request or join? ”
A man well over two metres with large matted grey hair, looking like he was a viking from his fathers books, as he shouted to Asmodea from behind the shabby counter, walking towards him, felt this atmosphere was extremely to his liking; no boring flowery words, just pure unadulterated violence and action.
Asmodea placed his elbow on the counter, looking at the tall man with a face equally as fierce as the old man. After a stare down of several moments, the viking gave an accepting nod. He threw a small bronze token to the boy, wishing his son was even a fraction of this lads temperment.
e now a lowly bronze rank. ”
His large hand gave him another pat on his shoulder, seeming to want the boy to listen. ”Only basic missions are available to solo rookies. ” The Vikings eyes had a sincere glint, likely wanting him to avoid seeking riches and renown in haste.
”Try to find yourself a mercenary band or group, but try not to get scammed. You seem pretty gullible. Gyahahaha! ”
With a heavy pat on his shoulder, Asmodea looked at the strange old man who smelt of stale ale and sandlewood. Asmodea smiled genuinely, revealing just how handsome this kid was. Several of the mercenaries felt envious of all the whores that would flock to him in the future.
While he was remembering the one time his father took him to his old comrades barracks, all the old soldiers were like these mercenaries. They constantly mock each other, fight over the smallest things, and are extremely crude. He fought the urge to let out his feelings, remembering his father, transforming the sadness into rage.
”THE FUCKER WHO KICKED ME! GET THE FUCK OUT HERE! ”
Asmodeas eyes glew with a malevolent glint.
”See, the target threw itself into my lap. ”
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