Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Do you even know what you're saying? I am the supreme goddess in charge of the twelve Star Palaces, and you're just a Demonic Sect disciple who can barely practice. Do you really think this is possible?"

Sylvia's temples flushed a deep pink, spreading to her ears like the sunset that bathes the earth in its glow, making her look incredibly captivating.

Timothy had long realized he was backed into a corner.

Confessing to a goddess only had two possible outcomes.

Either he'd fail and be chopped into mincemeat by the guards outside, or he'd have to overpower the goddess and seize the only chance at survival.

With heartfelt passion, Timothy declared loudly, "What does it matter if it's good versus evil? What does it matter if our statuses are worlds apart? I, Timothy, dared to enter the Sky Sanctuary alone, putting my life on the line, just to hand you this letter personally. Even if it means death, I will have no regrets!"

Hearing this, Sylvia felt as if an invisible Cupid's arrow had struck her heart.

And the tail of that arrow was shaped like a heart.

There were vows of love in books, but she had never heard anyone speak so resolutely about love.

Even willing to disregard the divide between good and evil, and his own life.

If all this was true, how was she supposed to respond?

Unconsciously, Sylvia's thoughts became more chaotic as she quietly observed Timothy.

His hair was like black jade, his demeanor graceful, his black clothes fluttering lightly with the mist inside the grand hall, his eyebrows sharp and eyes sparkling. Despite being a lowly servant of the Demonic Sect, he carried himself with an air of righteousness and grandeur.

Even just in terms of looks, he was leagues ahead of those so-called prodigies.

More importantly, in his eyes, Sylvia felt a burning sincerity.

"Do you really mean that you'd risk your life for me?" Sylvia bit her lip, her words revealing her inner turmoil.

Her tangled emotions were slowly unraveling, and the colors in her eyes had completely changed from before.

Timothy had noticed Sylvia's shift and knew that everything hinged on this moment. He would either win Goddess Sylvia's heart or be smashed to pieces by the guards outside.

The paths before him were clear,life or death hung on his next move.

Without sacrifice, how could there be gain?

Timothy's gaze was resolute: "Of course, my love for you is like a relentless river, unchanging until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble. If the goddess does not believe me, I am willing to prove my resolve with my life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, with a clang, Timothy unhesitatingly drew the sword from his waist and placed it against his neck, pressing down until blood trickled down the blade, threatening to slice through his flesh.

"Stop!"

At that moment, Sylvia's last defenses completely crumbled.

If there was a man, upright and dignified, who had entered the Sky Sanctuary alone just to deliver a love letter to her...

Who disregarded his own life, willing to die to express his true feelings...

What did it matter if he was a disciple of the Demonic Sect?

Love starts with contradictions, perhaps, love should indeed be this absurd.

A golden light burst from Sylvia's hand, knocking the descending blade away.

"Goddess Sylvia?" Timothy looked at her in astonishment.

"Enough, enough. If you truly love me as you say, then I accept," Sylvia said, unable to meet Timothy's eyes any longer.

She felt her cheeks burning, unable to contain the heat.

A mix of emotions surged within her, leaving her unsure whether she felt happy, shy, or simply overwhelmed.

"Thank you, Goddess Sylvia!"

Timothy immediately kicked the fallen sword aside and quickly moved to Sylvia's side, then embraced her tender body tightly.

"I'm only agreeing for now, don't push your luck."

With Sylvia's strength, she could have easily sent Timothy flying thousands of feet with a slap, but she merely shifted slightly, struggling to free herself from his embrace.

"I'm sorry,I didn't expect to actually succeed."

Timothy quickly composed himself, regaining his dignified demeanor.

"Listen, there are countless righteous cultivators guarding outside. If you make any disrespectful move towards me and they see it, I can't guarantee what will happen next."

Sylvia's cheeks were flushed, and it was hard to tell if it was from the threat or from shyness.

"I understand, Goddess," Timothy immediately responded.

"Stop calling me Goddess. You had the courage to come to the Sky Sanctuary, facing death without fear. Now that you've successfully confessed, aren't you brave enough to call me by my real name?"

"So, should I call you...?"

"Sylvia, yes, just Sylvia is fine."

Her skin, tinged with the pink of the sunset, glistened with sweat beads from nervousness.

Timothy couldn't help but smile.

So, even goddesses sweat when they're nervous.

And yet, even her sweat seemed to carry the refreshing scent of jasmine flowers.

"Congratulations, host, on successfully winning over the goddess. You will receive a grand system gift package."

The system's voice suddenly rang out, followed by a series of gift package notifications.

[System Reward One: Ancient Saintly Body]

[System Reward Two: Heavenly Fate (ten times)]

[System Reward Three: One random draw.]

Timothy carefully read the system's detailed description.

The random draw could pull any item from the system store, including Heavenly-level spiritual medicines, Emperor-level artifacts, and various techniques and medicines.

While there were some lower-grade items, the majority were incredibly precious treasures.

With just a bit of luck, he was sure to profit.

Heavenly Fate would allow him to be favored by the cosmos for a short time. Although it was only ten times, its effect was significant.

As for the Ancient Saintly Body, it was even more mysterious and precious.

Those with the Ancient Saintly Body would emit a unique Cosmic Aura.

This aura had a charming effect, and for those of the opposite sex with a weak will, it could even capture their hearts directly.

The moment Timothy's body transformed into the Ancient Saintly Body, Sylvia, already flushed, trembled slightly, her eyes becoming hazy.

For some reason, her already unstable spiritual heart began to waver even more.

In her eyes, Timothy, already graceful and dignified, now seemed even more imposing.

If it weren't for Sylvia's six hundred years of solitude and countless life-and-death situations, which had fortified her spirit and psyche beyond compare, she might have been completely captivated by Timothy's Ancient Saintly Body.

Sylvia took a deep breath, lightly pressing her lips together like cherry blossoms, temporarily calming her emotions.

Her delicate fingers, soft as marshmallows, lightly touched Timothy's chest, her expression mixed with complex emotions. "Listen, although I've agreed, there are still some things I need to tell you."

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