《Devastation》 First Shadow Antonio wasted no time. As soon as his VR chamber was properly installed, He hopped right in.
Will you walk your path?
"Yes"
Welcome to New Paths outworlder, What is your name?
"Maou"
Are you Male, Female, Nuetral, Futanari, or Hideyoshi?
"...the fuck...male please"
Please choose your race.
"Evil God"
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"Demon King"
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"Ooookay. A simple one then...Demon"
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"Oh come on, what the hell?"
Suggested race: Dwarf- A short race known for violent outbursts
"Are... Are you fucking with me, machine?" Maou asked calmly with a violent grin spreading across his face. "I''ll get out right now and break you in pieces, you want that?"
Please choose your race.
This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. "That''s what the fuck i thought. Is Elf-Human hybrid available?"
Processing... hybrid requested is available.
Would you like to edit your appearance?
An image of Maou popped up in front of him. "Hmmm I want to be taller, around 6''3. Give me black eyes with slight tints of blood red that kinda glow but not too much. I just said not too damn much! There you go, perfect. Give me matching hair that goes down my back. Give my skin just a tinge of grey, to make me look kinda ethereal. I''m already a fairly handsome devil, but accentuate my features, and make slight improvement that appeal to the female gender. Aaaaaaaand we''re done! On with it."
Please ch-
"Oh but skip the tutorial."
Due to the temperament of the player, an appropriate starting point has been chosen.
"Wha-?!" Before he could finish a word, Maou was enveloped in white light. When it faded, he found himself in a dark forest, surrounded by foliage. He got up and began to look around. Before long however, he began to hear growling, and he turned around. Several pairs of yellow eyes glared at him from the darkness. He immediately turned on his heels and ran. In his heart he cursed the A.I that brought him to that place. He wouldnt break his chamber, but he swore in his heart that he would have vengeance. Second Shadow Maou ran throughout the forest, narrowly dodging the attacks of the ratmen. He didnt know it yet, but his AGI stat was higher than normal due to his elf lineage. Sadly, it wasn''t high enough. He dodged as much as he could as he ran and jumped, but every now and then an attack would graze him, taking 20 of his health. After about five minutes of running, he was almost dead, but almost miraculously, he saw a broken tower in a clearing around 200 meters away. He gave his all a and sprinted to the door. It gave alot of resistance, but he got in right before he got destroyed by the little rat men. When the door closed, the tower lit up inside with an eerie purple light.
Congratulations! You are the first to find the Forgotten Tower +100 Fame
Forgotten Tower is unowned. Would you like to claim the Forgotten Tower?
Maou had heard about this via the forums. Apparently people or groups could claim dungeons or abandoned structures, several EA guilds already had. However, your rights to the property could be challenged at any time, and if you weren''t there, or didnt have any security, such as monsters in dungeons, or guild members guarding the structure, then they could simply take it. But he would cross that bridge when he got to it. "Hell yeah I''ll claim it."
Would you like to rename the Forgotten Tower?
"Demon''s Rook" Maou said satisfactorily. Perhaps the machine didn''t deserve the vengeance he had planned after all. He began to look around the tower stealthily. There were books everywhere, but no signs of life. he went up the stairs, and found that the tower went up four stories, or rather at the fourth story, the tower seemed to be broken, as if the upper levels had been blown off. For some reason however, there were no ruins or wreckage around the tower though. Maou looked down from the top of the tower however and cringed slightly, there were ratmen swarming around the tower, not approaching it, but encircling it. "Waiting on e to come out eh? Keep waiting ugly bastards." muttered Maou. He would make them pay for boxing him in like a caged rabbit. As he plotted his revenge, he gradually got bored. Back on the base floor, he began reading a stray book on the desk called ''Theory Magia''. It detailed several theories on mana, and the movement thereof as well as ideas on how mana transforms into magic and vice versa. At the end of the book, several notifications popped up.
WIS+1
INT+1
New Skill(Passive): Mana Manipulation.
"Damn, that was easy, an hour of reading for a skill? Let me read some more shit then! ... I gotta stop talking out loud to myself..." Maou spent the next several hours reading books in the tower. However, most of them were magical heory type books, so other than a few stat boosts, he didn''t receive anything special like the first time. Annoyed, he threw a book as hard as he could at a shelf, causing it to fall over.
New Skill: Throw. Able to throw objects more accurately and cause more damage
Well at least I got something out of it thought Maou, calming down. He grabbed another book, this time from the fallen shelf, and began reading it. However this one was quite different from the others. Inside he found a detailed description of dark magic and how to use it. Following directions from the book, Maou focused mana in his hand and after a while, the mana began to become physically visible. Then he changed the feeling of it, making it as dark and murky as he could. As Maou watched gleefully, the ball of mana began to look like writhing condensed shadows.
New Skill: Dark Mastery. Increases damage and resistance of the dark element by 25%
New Skill: Dark Sphere. deals dark damage. can be thrown. cost 20 mana
If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Maou realized he had no idea how much mana he had, or any of his stats for that matter. "Status Window"
NameMaouClassN/A
Health100Mana260
Level1Fame150
Health Regen/Sec0.5Mana Regen/Sec2
Strength7Agility17
Wisdom20Intelligence26
Stamina170Vitality10
Dexterity15
Whoa, i didnt get that many boosts from reading books, must be my elven half. "Art thou having fun?" A deep voice said. Maou immediately jumped up and activated [Dark Sphere]. "Come on out bitch, if you think you''re going to take the tower from me, you''re in for a painful death!" He shouted. A deep echoing laughter pervaded the tower. " Child, the tower hast been mine to begin with, and shall be mine again whence you have gone. For I, Ra Voriik Dune built it, and in my life, ruled from it. Now, my spirit is one with this great tower: Tora Dune!" "K. first off," Maou interjected, " MY tower''s name is Demon''s Rook. Secondly, if your not going to be helpful, get the fuck out. I''m trying to read here. I gotta say by the way, you did keep some useful books. I should get fairly powerful with these" With that, Maou sat back in a chair began reading again. He understood now that the voice was merely a ghost that didn''t pass on. He didnt care if it had a problem with him owning its tower or anything else for that manner. He just wanted more power. The spirit of Ra Voriik Dune was dumbfounded. He hadn''t been the strongest even in his life, but he was certainly a noteworthy dark lord. When others had tried to inherit the tower, they had either fled when they heard his voice, or offered to become his underling. In a few cases they had even tried to destroy him. This was the first tie someone had simply cast him aside. This boy, no, this man only cared about seeking strength, and those who could give him strength. It reminded him of himself in his younger years, although as time passed, he had grown lax, and stopped reaching for the top. This man is a worthy successor, I will make sure he brings back the glory of this tower, and accomplishes what I could not. "Boy, What is thine name?" Voriik asked. Maou rolled his eyes and put the book down with a thud. "Goddamn your still here??? Look, the name''s Maou, Now if you will excuse me I-" "You shan''t get stronger just like that. Maou, thou shall become my heir! Take the title of Ra, and become a magus! Thou shalt have all the power ye shall need! I shall teach thee myself. It is thine wish to dominate, is it not? what other use is there for power? With I at your side, ye shan''t fail!" A notification popped up in front of Maou
New Class: Magus +150 WIS, INT All magic voiceless +100% effect for all written magic +50% damage for all magic Allows for two other classes
New Functional Title: Ra +200 INT
"Well it doesnt look like I have a fucking choice do I? You better come through on what you just promised me, or else I swear I''ll find a way to kill you in a very unpleasant way." Maou got up from his chair. "Ok so what now? Do I have to read more books, are you gonna materialize out of thin air, what?" The voice of Ra Voriik Dune chuckled. "For now, Enter the basement, I believe ye shall find it most intriguing" The voice faded away. [Maou simply shrugged his shoulders and looked for the basement entrance. after a few minutes, he found a trap door with some stairs. As he descended, the purple light seemed to become more intense. When he reached the bottom of the stairs he looked around. What he saw left him speechless. Then his trademark evil grin spread across his face. The basement was most intriguing indeed. Third Shadow Maou began to chuckle as he looked around the wide basement. It looked just like an evil lair/ laboratory. there were shelves lined with all sorts of dubious ingredients along the walls. The floors had several different magical circles carved into it, with assorted talismans on them. Oh shit I''m gonna be some sort of evil Dexter or something! nice!!! Thought Maou. Suddenly, one of the sets of armor that happened to be near the entrance began moving. "What the fuck!" exclaimed Maou jumping back. "Hmmm, judging our encounters, I must say, thou art the type that retreats and watches his enemy, then attacks with his full power. This is not entirely wrong. Worry not, It is I, Ra Voriik Dune. I am simply possessing a skeleton in this armor, a benefit of the necromancy I practiced in life. For the two extra classes i was allowed I chose spellsword and necromancer, I suggest ye give some thought unto thine own combination, though necromancer would fit thee well, i dont suggest spell sword, not for thee." "Okay then Mr. All-Powerful, what now. I mean I do like all this shit, but i dont know how to use any of it. And i need more spells so I can get stronger so I''m not trying to waste time if I''m going to become a demon lord. " Maou said candidly. Sure this would help him in the long run, but he was still a beginner, and this was the first day. He needed to worry about getting stronger so he could protect his new property, then begin building his demon army, and most importantly, his demon harem. Oh yes, the harem. part of why he wanted to become a demon lord in the first place was for the purpose of having a harem full of the finest demon wenches this world could create and stolen princesses from foreign countries.Only in this game there were no plumbers that could save them. It would take him a while, but one day all the world''s treasures, power, and beauty would be his. "Rest for now, my heir. We shall begin in the morning. And before thee should ask, I mean thine training. Ye cant believe that ye can learn a few spells and the world shall come groveling at thine feet. No, thou must learn to fight using spells and other means. What would happen should a hero get past thine minions? Simply standing there, hurling magic at him won''t do, there is a proper way to fight using magic, though few still remember it. Stop attempting to speak, go now, rest. We spar in the morning" Maou went up the stairs grumbling to himself. He didnt want to sleep. He was ready to train now, and yet that damn magus turned him away. But somehow... It isnt a bad feeling. Maou thought to himself as he reached the second floor where his living quarters were. No one at the orphanage had dared to talk to him like that, ever since he got retribution on Old Lady Muriel by putting a hive of bees in her car. I wonder if this is what having a parent is like He thought as he went to sleep. "Get up!" A voice rang throughout the tower. Maou was roughly pulled out of bed. "I never thought that I should have such a lazy heir! It is the sixth hour of the day already! A dark lord must be up early! Dont ye dare roll under the bed and go back to sleep, I''ll strike thee down where ye lay!" Voriik had been trying to wake Maou up for ten minutes before he successfully got him up and downstairs. Voriik summoned dry food from a storehouse somewhere, and after the two ate, the headed downstairs. There, the dark lord handed Maou something. "A stick?" Maou asked. "No you fool! it is a wand! analyze it!" shouted Voriik. Maou analyzed the stick, which upon closer inspection, had an ornate handle, was partly hollow, and had runes carved in it
Hollow wand Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!adds dark element to all magic Increases spell damage 10% Mana Catalyst
"Only a ten percent boost? are you holding out on me old man? If I''m going to be running around with this harry potter ass wand, I at least want it to be ultra powerful!" said Maou. It was bad enough it was a wand and not a staff. at least staffs were respectable. He was gonna look like a bitch running around holding a wand. His enemies would probably tease him. He could hear it now; '' Lol hey dude i think he''s totally gonna hit us with a curse'' ''ohhhh nooo its avada kadavra!!!! hahahahaha N00b'' "Such insolence!!!! Who receives such powerful weaponry as a level one! This Ra Voriik Dune made that wand personally you ungrateful whelp! Now, I''m going to show you the proper stance to fight in, brat." Voriik had him stand with his right foot leading, wand-hand outstretched, but slightly bet at the elbow, with his free hand up at the level of his height, also facing forward. "Now, channel a little mana through the wand, there now flick it! *explosion* Dammit brat I said a little mana! what if one of the magic circles had been damaged!? Try again, good! That release of dark energy is what we''re aiming for, now instead of just shooting it out recklessly, try slashing with it without completely releasing it!" As Maou did this, the dark bolt that was almost ready to fire turned into a dark blade that sliced through the air with a wicked sound. "Oh shit! that sounded like a fuckin lightsaber. I''m a sith lord bro! Okokokokokok so i think I got this down, so whats next old man? Ooooooo is that a spell book? give it to me!" Maou quickly read the spell book, but to his disappointment...it wasnt an offensive spell.
New Skill: Mana shield. shields for 100 damage. cost 50 mana + 5 per sec
"Now then brat, we shall sparr so that ye can can get some battle experience. Remember, defend and attack!" With that, Voriik unsheathed his sword. "Bring it old bastard. If I''m in a good mood, I may even help put you back together when I''m done with you!" Maou charged, bringing down the wand in an arc. the armor simply sidestepped, and countered with the sword. Maou quickly set up a [mana shield] but is was broken immediately. He jumped ack a few steps and started shooting dark bolts at his enemy while reactivating [mana shield]. Voriik charged forward, dodging the dark bolts from the wand, and slashed at Maou. Maou quickly spun away and shot anther dark bolt which hit Voriik. He was about to follow up with several more attacks but-"eh?'' Mao muttered. No more magic came out of the wand. Voriik''s sword was instantly at his neck. "You fool! Who just uses magic without watching their mana pool?Ye truly have good battle instincts but thou art too reckless! I see now that I shall have to truly have to drill the basics into you. Prepare thyself, Ra Maou!!" The two spent the next five days practicing forms, and sparring. At the end of this period, Maou was finally able to best Vorrik, Who praised him greatly. "As expected of my heir! with this, thou should be able to defend thyself fairly well. But beware, Ye are not ready to leave this place yet, these were only the basics, and the me thou hast just defeated was only on the level of a mere skeleton." "Yeah yeah whatever old man, hey i''m gonna disappear for a little while, but dont be worried, I''m not gone, just in another world." Then he logged out. Antonio chuckled to himself as he got out of the chamber. Just wait you rat bastards, I''m coming. And when i''m done, your kind shall face extinction. He went to sleep with a light heart and an evil smile on his face. Fourth Shadow When Maou logged back in, it was nighttime already. Equipping his wand, his strode out of the tower for the first time since he had arrived. "I''m back you bastards~ . Did you miss me?" He asked to the restless ratmen who had been waiting outside. There were around 20 of them now, and their red eyes gleamed in the dark. They had huddled together, preparing to assault him all at once. Idiots thought Maou. he raised his wand and fired a big blast that took a quarter of his mana. The dark mass Maou fired was even visible in the night time, for it was darker than the darkness around it. The ratmen were a nimble race though, and this was only boosted by fighting at night, so a good number were able to dodge at least partially. around 7 were hit straight on though, and died instantaneously. "Insta-kill~! you see what just happened you rat bastards? Dont worry, you''ll join your brothers soon~ along with the rest of your kind!" Maou taunted the ratmen with a deranged evil grin on his face. "Come onnn, you guys hunted me right? you chased me through the forest, almost killing me for no reason right????? Dont you want to finish the job? I''m right here you know~ why aren''t you attacking, pussies?" Maou''s taunting made the rats rush towards him, hatred in their eyes. Maou dashed forward as well lashing out with dark energy from his wand. After around 2 minutes, he had managed to kill 6 more, but the remaining ratmen began to behave differently. using teamwork, they began to pressure him. Every time he attempted to attack, one of them would go for his arm, forcing him to defend with a [mana shield]. while the others attempted to go for his legs or get behind him. After around 5 minutes, the stalemate had continued, only Maou was beginning to get tired and only had around a fifth off his mana left. All or nothing, eh? Maou completely dropped his guard. The ratmen all rushed in together, with their claws and fangs yearning for his blood. In a single moment, he had lost almost all of his health, however in that same moment, using all his remaining mana, he had let loose a wave of dark magic from his body which shot out in all directions. He fell to his knees. all the ratmen were dead, however, now he was dying too. The ratmen''s claws had caused the bleed status, which meant he would constantly lose health, of which he had barely any left.As far as deaths go, this one aint too bad. With these thoughts, He fell to his knees, and as he proceeded to fall forward, lost consciousness . When he opened his eyes he wasnt looking at the roof of the chamber, but that of the tower. "What the hell..." "I see thine foul mouth is still in order." Standing over him was Ra Voriik Dune, possessing an armored skeleton of course. "Thou art lucky I was a necromancer, for I cannot leave the tower. I had to reanimate some of those foul, lowly creatures to bring thee back here. Still, I warned thee! I told thee that thine training was not through, yet ye went forward anyway. Furthermore, I never planned for thee to kill them! I was seeking to have those creatures be thy first servants, but ye had to let thine rage and thirst for vengeance get the best of thee." Voriik had began pacing up and down the room, ranting about Maou''s foolishness. Every time time Maou attempted to argue back, He was shut down with cold hard facts. If Ra Voriik Dune had not been there, he would have died. Any argument that could have been made would ultimately end with this indisputable fact. Maou eventually just sighed and said "I get it old man, I should have waited." Voriik also sighed. " Boldness is important for a dark lord, and so is making thine own decisions, ye have both of these qualities. However ye lack prudence, and let thine anger get the best of thee. A good dark lord must keep a cool head and make level, thought out decisions if he expects to thrive. What''s done is done, So, how hast thine level grown from this skirmish? Those ratmen were around level 5, so they should provide ample experience for thee. I suggest thee invest in vitality some, you should have more than enough mana for now... although we still havent completely broken thee of thine mana-wasting habits" Maou checked his notifications, and he had leveled up nine times. He put half of the points in AGI. He realized how important that was,especially as a magic user. He needed to be able to dodge and evade since he had no shield or sword to block or parry. He then put the rest in Vitality. He had almost died twice from taking just a few hits, so he knew how important these were. He had also noticed he had learned new skills.
New Skill: Taunt. provokes the enemy
New Skill: Blackwave. 100% chance for knockback, 50% chance for stun, 20% chance for fear. Causes explosion damage. Costs 750 mana
New Stat: Fighting Spirit +15
Maou told Voriik about his growth. "Ah thou hast reached level ten already? Well then, It is time for thine next phase of training, after which, thou must leave this place and gather minions. It matters not how ye do this, but a dark lord must have minions. Worry not though, my heir, for I shall give thee two gifts! This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. The first shall be thine secondary class! If I dont have a class book around here for it, then I shall help thee attain it, or something similar. The second gift depends on the class ye choose. Also, be aware. I shan''t help thee with thine last class. After this, thou must walk thine own path. I shall always advise thee, but I will not be thine crutch." "Sure, whatever old man, no crutches. More importantly, I want the summoner class!" exclaimed Maou. Finally, he could begin summoning his great demon army! And his demon concubines. His Evil grin slowly began to twist into a perverted one. As Maou began to chuckle in a way reminiscent of a perverted old man, Voriik slowly backed away. H found that the air around Maou had become creepy. "A-anyway my heir, ye only wish to become a summoner to summon demons, no? Then our class of Magus is a better fit for thee. We magus excel in written magic, and can bind whatever we summon with a contract. Summoners'' summons disappear after a certain time, although they get full experience from the summon''s kills. I suggest ye simply learn how to use summon tags, not waste a class slot." Maou paused for a moment to think. Truthfully, he didn''t even plan for the last class, otherwise he would just pick that one for now. Ah! that one might work, it seems a little redundant after hearing what the old man just said, but it should be fine. "Monster Tamer." Maou declared. This way, if he found suitable minions, he could tame them immediately. "Ahhh, not a bad choice my heir! Not only do ye get some experience, but ye can also take on certain beneficial traits! Luckily, that class is fairly common, so I should have the class book on the base level..." Maou followed Voriik down the stairs from his living quarters on the second floor. They went from shelf to shelf in the base floor library, until eventually they found it. Maou began reading. It was about a man had hidden in the forest as a child after his village was razed. He was saved by a wolf who became his companion. After a while, he began taking on the traits of the wolf. After several years, and gaining numerous more companions, He had looked more beast than man, and though he did good wherever he went, he was still feared. In the end, he was struck down by a hero of the four church,es calling him an abomination. At the end of the book, Mau was offered the class.
New Class: Monster Tamer +100 leadership, charisma +50 Fighting Spirit low level Monsters slightly less likely to attack Will take on traits of certain monsters.
New Stat: Leadership
New Stat: Charisma
New Skill: Tame. Able to tame other creatures. more effective on those lower leveled than you.
"Not bad, I''ll have to try these out later. Hey old man, You said I have more training or something? No wait, my second gift!" Maou exclaimed. He was really starting to feel like a demon lord from the first one, so he was looking forward to the second gift. He of course didn''t realize he was still to weak. "I''ll be holding onto thine second gift for now. however thou art right, thou dost have more training. Ye hast only grasped the first level of magic combat, I shall now instruct thee on more tactical ways to use that wand." Voriik said as he walked towards the basement. When they got there, instead of their usual spar, Voriik began more of a lecture type lesson. "Firstly, notice thy wand has the attribute of adding darkness to whatever ye channel through it. Thou hast only been channeling pure mana, so thou only discharged pure darkness, but there are other combinations as well." Voriik detailed several different mixes, and the theories behind them for about an hour. Maou, never really being one for school, just broke it down into simple equations. "Now that thou hast understood some of the basic combinations, let us begin attaining the elemental masteries for them!" Voriik exclaimed enthusiastically. ughhhhhhh too much workkkkkk. For the first time that he could remember, He began to wonder if being the demon lord was really all that it was cracked up to be after all. Questions and explanations I nooticed in the comments ( i do read them sometimes) that there were afew questions and complaints about thestory thus far. voice them here.