A Nation of Demons
[Edric Windwalker]
Age: 17 years, 8 months, 5 days
[Task 1: Ancestor of a Nation]
Objective: Ensure that 10 million of your direct descendants are alive simultaneously. Rewards: 1 Ultra Chest 5,000,000 XP 1 Random Ultra Spell Crystal Progress: 20,000 / 10,000,000 Time Limit: 165 / 3,650 days Failure Penalty: None
[Task 2 – Part 1: Book of Weirdness] (Completed)
[Task 2 – Part 2: Gate to the Abyss]
Objective: Within five years, read the Book of Weirdness, master the Abyssal Gate spell, and open a portal to the Abyss. Rewards: 1 Ultra Skill 25,000,000 XP Time Remaining: 319 / 1,825 days Failure Penalty: None
[Task 3: Demon King of Greed]
Objective: Eradicate all traces of the Demon King of Greed's influence from Greenmoon Island. Reward: 1 Super Grade Chest Time Limit: 180 / 3,650 days Failure Penalty: None
[Task 4: An Ally of Darkness]
Objective: Ensure that 10 million of your direct descendants possess the talent for Dark-element magic. Reward: 1 Super Grade Chest Time Limit: 180 / 3,650 days Failure Penalty: None
[Task 5: Demonic Bloodline]
Objective: Ensure that 10 million of your direct descendants inherit the lineage of the Demon King of Weirdness. Reward: 1 Ultra Chest Time Limit: 180 / 3,650 days Failure Penalty: None
[Techniques]
Mythic Knight Training: 94 / 9,000,000 Mythic Mage Training: 89 / 9,000,000
[Talents]
Knight Talent (Legendary): 0 / 2,400,000 Mage Talent (Golden): 0 / 1,200,000
[Skills]
(Black-Tier Skills)
Divination Resistance Bloodline Shield
(Purple-Tier Skills)
Mental Fortitude Blessed by the Abyss – Suppressed
(Green-Tier Skills)
Demonic Ancestor Abyss Emissary
(Cyan-Tier Skills)
Spawn – 5,000 eggs laid (Hatch time: 37 days) Self-Consumption
(Red-Tier Skills)
Mental Defense Double Spell Mana Detection Bloodline Detection Shapeshifting Bloodline Authority Energy Absorption Absolute Magical Defense Passive Defense
(Golden-Tier Skills)
Swimming Beast Control Break Item Mind Manipulation Magnetic Pull Spell Mastery See-Through Food Generation Beast's Senses Poison Resistance
(Silver-Tier Skills)
Telekinesis Steel Hair Manipulation Extreme Yang Blindness Fog Manipulation Illusion
[Cheat Ability]
Low-Level XP Generator – Produces 1,000 XP per day. Available XP: 61,914
"My stat window has gotten huge!" Edric thought as he enjoyed the delicacies the servants brought him.
Despite being both a Legendary Mage and a Legendary Knight, meaning he didn't actually need to eat, he still indulged in food. He was still a young man, after all. Even though his mind had long surpassed that of ordinary people, he still enjoyed the simple pleasures—delicious meals, a clean environment, and a comfortable life.
It could be said that while his power and lifespan had long stepped beyond the realm of mortals, his mentality remained somewhat normal.
Except in one area.
His love for chaos.
His desire for destruction.
His thirst for blood.
Lately, he had felt a growing, unshakable urge to kill innocent people for fun, to burn, to destroy, to wreak havoc without reason.
"I don't know what's happening to me," he murmured, his fingers tightening around the goblet of wine in his hand. "But I know for certain it has something to do with the Book of Weirdness."
From the moment he was reincarnated into this world, he had noticed a shift in his temperament. A certain ruthlessness had settled inside him, making him enjoy killing, even when there was no reason to. But after obtaining the Book of Weirdness, it had grown far, far worse.
With a deep breath, he reached into his spatial ring and pulled out the book. Its eerie cover seemed to pulse under the dim candlelight, as if it was breathing.
"Should I throw it away?"
For a fleeting moment, the thought crossed his mind.
Then—it vanished.
Before he realized it, his hands were already placing the book back into his spatial ring. His face remained expressionless, but his heart was calm.
With thoughts of the Book of Weirdness fading from his mind, Edric's attention shifted to something else.
Self-Consumption.
The skill had proven ridiculously powerful. He had tested it on Fletcher, and the result was clear—instant death.
"With that power, no Legendary stands a chance against me."
To activate Self-Consumption, he had sacrificed Crystal Skin (Silver)—a skill he had long deemed useless. It was even weaker than some Silver-tier spells, so there was no hesitation in consuming it.
This had been his first time wielding Mythic-level power, and he had done it against Fletcher as a test. He had to be prepared. If he only activated it for the first time against a true Mythic-tier opponent, his inexperience could mean death.
"But I shouldn't rely on consuming my skills for temporary power-ups," he reminded himself. "If I get used to it, I'll eventually lose all of them."
He leaned back, a small smirk forming on his lips.
"Now that I have taken on the identity of the King of Bluesand Island, I can act more freely."
His Divination Resistance (Black) and Bloodline Shield (Black) would protect him from any attempts to track or predict his movements. For now, he was safe.
"I have all the time in the world," he mused. "There's no need to rush. My clones will continue giving birth, and as the king, I can easily disperse the newborns throughout the island's population. Meanwhile, I'll keep training in the Abyssal Gate spell to complete the task."
He had a plan on how to complete the [Ancestor of a Nation] task most efficiently.
A simple plan.
A logical plan.
One that the old Edric would have never even considered.
But now?
Now, his desire for evil was unshackled. He had fought it at first—tried to resist the corruption clawing at his soul.
But he lost.
He had given up.
His plan was simple.
He replaces the babies.
Whenever someone on Bluesand Island gives birth, Edric's clones act immediately.
The real baby? Discarded.
In its place, one of his own descendants is swapped in.
To ensure no one ever notices, he casts subtle mind-control spells on the parents, erasing any doubts before they can even take root.
This way, the entire population of Bluesand Island unknowingly becomes caretakers of his growing bloodline.
The progress of his [Ancestor of a Nation] task skyrockets. Instead of raising every child himself, he now has millions of parents unknowingly working toward his goal.
"I feel like one of those birds from my past life—the ones that lay their eggs in other birds' nests!" Edric chuckles, amused by the irony.
The thought of throwing away countless innocent children fills him with delight.
Then, for the briefest moment, something stirs within him.
"Wait, this is… wrong."
A whisper of morality, an echo of the person he once was, flickers in his mind.
But just as quickly as it surfaces—it vanishes.
A slow, wicked grin creeps back onto his face.
"Who cares?"
"This is just natural selection."
"Nothing wrong with that."
Any trace of compassion is crushed, buried, suppressed beyond reach.
...
With complete control over the island, Edric wasted no time.
He established hundreds of birthing centers, where he cast mass cloning spells, ensuring thousands of his descendants were born every single day.
If only he had a spell to create artificial wombs, he wouldn't even need to use his clones for this purpose. But for now, they were necessary.
Dissent was not tolerated.
Any knight who dared question him was brainwashed using Golden-rank spells.
If they resisted? He killed them.
To ensure nothing distracted him from mastering the Abyssal Gate spell, he created a Major Clone, imbued with peak Golden-rank Mage and Knight power, and assigned it to handle everything related to the Ancestor of a Nation task.
However, despite his precautions, suspicion spread across the island.
Fletcher's behavior had changed too drastically. Some suspected something was wrong—as if he had become a different person altogether.
But there was no Legendary-rank individual left to investigate the matter. And whenever someone doubted the situation too much, they simply… vanished.
Edric took no chances.
He created dozens of clones, and with the help of his brainwashed knights, systematically eliminated low-ranking guards and servants who showed even the slightest suspicion.
As for the higher-ranking officials? They were brought before him personally.
If possible, he brainwashed them. If not? They died.
Killing the weak wouldn't cause major disruption, but too many high-ranking deaths could create problems. So, Edric avoided it whenever possible.
Of course, his ultimate goal was to replace everyone with his clones, but his spell limitations meant he could only create a finite number of intelligent duplicates.
Creating mindless drones as subordinates? Unacceptable.
Thus, he still needed to brainwash real people to keep his operations running smoothly.
The issue of personnel shortage was quickly disappearing.
Already, three batches of his cyan eggs had hatched.
He now had 15,000 direct descendants and was personally educating them to replace the island's original personnel.
These new generations weren't ordinary.
They carried the demonic bloodline of the Demon King of Weirdness.
They inherited dark magic talent from birth.
With their innate Mythic potential, their growth was monstrous—faster than anything the world had ever seen.
...
In less than a year, some of his descendants had already broken through to Silver Rank.
Edric was stunned by the sheer potential of the demonic bloodline.
"This power… it's beyond what I expected!"
He had known the Demon King of Weirdness' bloodline would be strong, but this? This was on another level.
Of course, power always came with consequences.
Many of the newborns bore clear demonic traits—horns, wings, tails, sharp claws, glowing red eyes, jagged teeth.
Some weren't even humanoid.
One child was born with three heads.
Another had ten arms.
A girl was born with twelve eyes, scattered across different parts of her body, each blinking independently.
Some of the non-humanoid descendants grew rapidly, their sizes far exceeding those of normal humans—turning them into something closer to high-ranking beasts than people.
But Edric? He didn't care.
As long as they were strong and obedient, they were perfect.
With each passing day, the task's progress surged forward at a speed even he hadn't anticipated.
...
The number of his descendants multiplied exponentially.
Their power grew at an insane rate.
Their control over the island expanded flawlessly.
And just like that, time continued to flow.