How to Make the Perfect Demon Lord

Moonlight hovered over the city, illuminating the tall, crowded infrastructures. The lights shone beautifully— even at night, the city still maintained its striking appearance. Indeed, the city looked transformed once darkness fell.

As they moved, a calm breeze fanned through the streets, refreshing the mind.

The trio walked along the road, heading toward a mark on their map labeled CENTRAL GYM. Little did they know that their path would lead them to a familiar place.

A flood of taxis rushed by, all painted and designed like typical business cars from the human world.

"You need a ride?" the drivers called out, their right arms resting lazily on the lowered windowpanes, a stick dangling from their mouths which they played with skillfully.

"We're okay!" Jamie replied with a forced smile.

The drivers' hopes sank, curses following as they drove away. Seeing the trio had raised their expectations, but who could blame them? The boys had nothing to pay with—they were broke.

At that moment, walking didn't matter. They just wanted to dance in the moonlight.

A few seconds later, they crossed an electrical bridge into the market. The sea nearby was calm and empty, unlike during the day.

All the shops were closed tight, indoor bulbs switched off, leaving only the outdoor lights to illuminate the streets—except for the flower shop they had warped behind earlier.

"A flower shop still open at this time?" they wondered as they passed.

An open label hung on the transparent door. The flowers that once decorated the outside now sat inside. CCTV cameras, fixed to the walls, recorded everything—even the slightest movement.

Next to it stood an even more intriguing shop, one they hadn't paid much attention to before. Outdoor lights shimmered alongside a neon sign:

Bravestone Wears

It all starts with good clothes.

Below the sign were transparent windows shielding a mannequin dressed in a dark blue suit, golden accessories sewn all over, raising its value.

It was surprising to see how other players had already settled in. One could only assume they had given up on returning home—or on reincarnating. It showed just how difficult the other games were going to be.

Though peaceful, their actions raised countless questions.

"How long have they been here?"

Midworld—a place that never failed to spark wonder.

Suddenly, a deep voice echoed behind them.

"Young men!"

They turned their heads.

To their surprise, it was the fat man—the flower shop owner.

"How are you doing?" he inquired.

"Great!" they replied.

He cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together, clearly nervous.

"If it wouldn't be a problem, would you mind talking with me in the shop?"

The boys exchanged glances, each waiting for the other to offer an explanation that wouldn't sound too harsh or hurt his feelings.

"Thank you," Jamie began politely. "But we're kind of in a hurry to get somewhere."

The man's face fell, sadness replacing his hopeful expression. He hadn't expected such words.

Jamie noticed it—the man genuinely wanted to talk. He had something weighing heavily on his chest.

"If possible, you could just tell us the gist of it?" Jamie offered.

A smile spread across the man's face.

"Thank you for your generosity!" He bowed respectfully. "I wanted to beg for your forgiveness!"

The trio froze, their expressions shifting. What was he talking about?

"Why?"

"We treated you badly. We didn't welcome you properly. For that, my family and I are truly sorry!"

They quickly waved off his apology. There was nothing to forgive. He and his family had simply reacted to something they didn't except. What surprised the boys more was that even here, in this strange world, people still tried to live with principles—still acted like humans.

Alexander spoke up, his tone sharpening into a question.

"If I may ask…"

The man leaned forward, listening carefully.

"Why did you celebrate after we told you about the system?"

The man smiled nervously, scratching the back of his head.

"Oh, I'm sorry you had to see that. You see… you can't have babies in this place."

Awkwardness fell over them like sudden rain—a personal story they weren't comfortable hearing.

"When new players arrive, they're teleported randomly across the world. If you're lucky enough and they land on you property, you get a wish."

"So,,you're going to wish for a baby?" Jamie asked, stunned.

"Exactly. We've already made our wish—just waiting for Medusa's blessing." His tone was happier than ever.

They smiled in happiness, the man was going to be a father.

"I don't know what to think," Alexander whispered. "Is bringing a child into this world a good or bad thing?"

"But he looks happy. That's what matters, right?" Jamie replied.

"In the old world," the man continued, "I never had children. I died in the Second World War without enjoying life for what it was."

The boys froze again. The realization struck them hard—some people had been here since the war.

That was… a long time ago.

"Thanks for the chat. It's nice to talk to men once in a while," the man added with a smile.

They waved as they parted ways, clearly they had established a relationship.

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The gym loomed ahead, a long, grounded infrastructure lit up by countless lamps. Cars filled the parking spaces, but at that hour, only robots moved about, providing services even more advanced than the drivers in Midgard. Every entry was carefully recorded.

The boys stepped inside, registering their names at the reception.

"Your reservation is in Room 11C," a robot informed them, pointing toward the left alley.

As they progressed, they admired the grand architecture of the halls.

"This is it !"

They stopped.

Curious, they peeked into the room only to find basketball court. Priceless materials decorated the place, with spectator chairs lined neatly at the sides.

Caster sat alone on one bench, reading a book with a blue cover, its language unrecognizable.

As they entered the court, he lowered the book.

"You're late," his voice echoed, amplified by the hall's emptiness.

"We ran into someone on the way."

"Anything wrong?"

"Nothing to worry about."

Alexander stretched his back preparing for something, then leapt effortlessly into the court with one leg.

Clack.

"What's happening?" one of them asked.

"We're here to train," Caster replied.

"I thought we needed blue points to increase our stats, what's the point pf training ?" Alexander asked.

"Yes, you do. But there's an exception. A relic . Activate it, and you can increase your combat experience through training."

Their eyes widened. They could hardly believe it—a chance to grow stronger without relying solely on blue points. Even if it was only the combat attribute, it was still a chance.

Little did they know , one of their teammates had already enjoyed that privilege.

"Where can we find them?"

Caster sighed lazily.

"They're not that easy to find."

Disappointment crossed their faces—they hadn't expected that answer.

"Don't worry," Caster interjected. "The good news is, I have them. Four of them. The bad news is, you'll have to get them from me."

He opened his hand, revealing three small marbles glistening in his palm.