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In the northern part of the world, a long-standing battle between various races and the demon race has finally reached its end. The Demon Lord, a figure with black hair, red eyes, rules from her obsidian palace, having repeatedly defeated the Goddess, the strongest being in the world. However, she refrains from killing her, knowing she will only be reborn to lead another attack.
As the goddess kneels before her, badly injured and helpless, the sounds of explosions echo outside, signaling the imminent victory of the alliance. Despite her immense power, the demon lord acknowledges the demon's overall weakness compared to humans and the Alliance. The development of fighting energy and mana has allowed ordinary humans to fight demons, leading to the demon army's defeat.
Aware of the Alliance's intent to enslave the abyssal demon, the Demon Lord decides to cast a forbidden spell that will cost her life. As the Alliance forces storm the palace, they hesitate upon sensing the spell's energy. The Demon Lord vows to resist and be reborn to save her people.
Meanwhile, the goddess reflects on the demon lord's past treatment of her and acknowledges her respect and dedication to her people. As the demon lord prepares to cast the spell, the goddess asks if she can abandon her plan and live freely. However, demon lords are duty-bound to restore the demon race's glory and protect her people.
Understanding the demon lord's resolve, the goddess readies her sword, intending to clash with the demo lord's forbidden spell. The resulting explosion creates a mushroom cloud, marking the end of the conflict and the start of a new era. The Demon Lord and the Goddess become historical figures, their stories occasionally told.

Abyssal Chronicles

[No worries; I haven't forgotten about the bonuses. I'll release them as soon as I have some free time. They are prepared; I just need to edit them. So, six more chapters will be posted soon, maybe tomorrow or the day after that]

"What on earth is happening? Why do I look like this?"

A few days ago, when he saw himself in the mirror, transformed into a delicate doll-like figure with slender legs that shouldn't have been on him, and touched the peculiar thread of heaven that shouldn't have appeared on his body, the roar of the Dragon King Membeli echoed through the imperial palace.

Following this thunderous outburst, a barefooted dragon girl forcefully swept aside the remnants of shattered dragon eggs surrounding her. She charged fiercely toward Mokaro, gripping his collar with unrelenting intensity.

Chapter 465: The Drastic Transformation of Sacred Dragon King [3/9]