Dark Old Demon

Roy's life was nothing special. The only thing commendable was the last few moments when he saved a mother and her child from a drunk driver.
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It's really an egg! Damn it, what kind of monster have I become? Did I fall into Hell instead of making it to Heaven??
Join Roy as he ventures through various worlds with the Custom Made Demon King System—a system that allows Roy to draw anything he can imagine and create it through exchanging souls!

Custom Made Demon King

Under Cerberus's lead, they finally arrived at an enormous cemetery.

The air here was gray and pervaded with some unknown black ashes. There were shattered bricks, broken walls, and some crooked crosses everywhere. Moreover, there were many roots of the Qliphoth. Some of these roots were still buried underground, and some of them were exposed on the ground. They could clearly see the cystic blood spores on these roots.

After arriving, Cerberus stopped and sniffed with her three heads.

"Very strange!" Cerberus replied. "The aura of the Sparda bloodline suddenly disappeared here…"

"No way. Is there something wrong with your noses?" Sareth looked around. "Why did it suddenly disappear?"

Confused, Sareth began searching the cemetery. If there was nothing wrong with Cerberus's noses, then there had to be a reason why his aura suddenly disappeared here.

Sword of Sparda