[Ding! System Update Complete]
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[Status Window – Updated System]
[General Information]
Name: Lycius Abyssi
Race: Demonic DragonBorn - Abyssal Entity [Hybrid]
Age: 12 years old
Class: Cultivator
Titles:
Abyssal-World Master
Prince of the Demon Kingdom
King of the Dark Forest
System: Destruction Dominion (Mythical-Rank)
Level: 10 (Exp Needed – 100%)
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[Cultivation Realms]
Major Realm: Mind
Minor Realm: 5
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[Core Attributes]
Health: 90,100,000 / 90,100,000
Mana: 3,000,000 / 3,000,000
Qi: 1,000,000 / 1,000,000
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[Stats]
Strength: 90,100
Vitality: 90,100
Agility: 92,000
Intelligence: 20
Charisma: 15
Sense: 95,000
Magic: 100,000
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[Personality Traits]
Passionate, Greedy, Prideful, Loving, Ruthless, Cruel, Artistic, Battle-Lover
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[Skills & Abilities]
◆ Basic Skills:
Dragon Language
Literature
Demon Language
Problem-Solving
◆ Genetic Skills:
Draconic Eyes
Drakonix Aetheria
◆ Talent:
Sinful One
◆ Passive Skills:
Death's Scythemanship
Elemental Mastery
Void Cultivation Technique
Qi-Sensory
Mana-Sensory
Qi-Manipulation
Mana-Manipulation
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The ding of the system's update notification echoed in Lycius's mind, yet it was nothing more than background noise to him. His crimson-draconic eyes remained locked onto the distant horizon, where the Desire Kingdom lay.
A land teeming with innocence. A land that belonged to her.
The hunger clawing at his core surged violently, its whispers growing louder. Every instinct within him urged him to fly there, to tear, devour, and bathe in blood. He could almost feel the warmth of fresh carnage against his skin, hear the symphony of screams, and taste the metallic tang of slaughter.
And yet… something faint—the bond—held him in place.
Though newly formed, his connection with Xylara allowed him to sense the love she harbored for her kingdom. A deep, genuine love. He could feel it pulsing through the fragile tether between them, a delicate yet unwavering presence.
Perhaps, had the bond been stronger, he would have spared them all.
Perhaps… but he was still Lycius Abyssi.
He exhaled, his voice carrying an edge that cut through the very air. Cold. Merciless. Absolute.
"Miss, I'd suggest you evacuate as many of your subjects as you can. Because the moment I set foot in your kingdom, I will behead every soul there."
His words crashed into Xylara like a tidal wave of death. Her body trembled.
She had felt bloodlust before—she had even wielded it herself. But this was different. This was sovereign malice, the decree of a predator who had no intention of leaving a single life behind.
Xylara wanted to deny it. She wanted to believe that Lycius was only threatening her, that there was room for negotiation, that he would never truly go through with it.
Then Vynessa spoke.
Her voice was sweet as sugar, as addictive as a drug, as soft and alluring as a siren's call.
"You better listen to him, 'Mom.' When Lycius says he'll do something… he really will."
Xylara flinched.
Mom.
Vynessa had called her Mom, but not in love. Not in longing. It was mockery. A cruel, detached acknowledgment of a past that no longer mattered.
"But rest assured," Vynessa continued, "every single drop of their spilled blood won't be wasted."
She smiled.
It was the kind of smile that would make even the most hardened warriors tremble. Beautiful. Dangerous. Devoid of mercy.
Something in Xylara's heart snapped.
She barely managed to keep herself from staggering. Her wings twitched at her back as her body screamed at her to move, to flee, to stop this madness before it was too late.
She wanted to reach out. To hold Vynessa. To remind her that she was her daughter. That despite everything, she still loved her.
But she could feel it.
That love was one-sided.
Vynessa felt nothing for her.
And Lycius… Lycius had just given her a warning—a kindness he had no reason to offer. If she wasted it, there would be no second chance.
Xylara turned on her heel, her succubus wings flaring wide as she launched herself into the sky. She didn't think—she only moved.
She had to save them.
She had to warn them.
She had to—
BOOM!
A shockwave erupted from Lycius as his aura surged, his power leaking out like an abyss consuming the world. He let out a slow, satisfied breath as he watched Xylara's rapidly retreating form.
"She won't make it in time," Lycius mused aloud.
Vynessa giggled, her eyes gleaming. "No, she won't."
From a distance, Lana and Elizabeth stood atop a tower in the Desire Kingdom, their arms crossed as they observed the unfolding events. Their once-furrowed brows had relaxed into pleased smiles.
"Looks like our Lycius isn't as attached to Xylara as we thought," Elizabeth murmured, a trace of satisfaction in her voice.
Lana smirked. "Or perhaps… this is just his way of showing care."
They both chuckled.
But in truth, there was no care in Lycius's gaze.
Only hunger.
Only wrath.
And soon, the Desire Kingdom would burn.
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Xylara flew faster than she ever had in her life. The moment she reached the palace, she didn't hesitate—her voice, enhanced by magic, boomed across the entire city.
"EVERYONE, EVACUATE! RUN! FLEE NOW!"
Panic spread like wildfire. People looked to the sky in confusion, but when they saw their queen's frantic expression, they didn't question it. They moved.
Xylara's heart pounded. Maybe—just maybe—she could save them.
Then, the sky darkened.
A shadow engulfed the sun.
A pair of blackened, draconic wings spread wide, blocking out the heavens. A terrible pressure crashed down upon the entire kingdom, making buildings tremble, causing weaker demons to collapse in agony.
Lycius had arrived.
And he was not alone.
Vynessa hovered beside him, her eyes alight with twisted anticipation.
"I call first kill," she purred.
Lycius chuckled. "Do as you please."
Then, in the span of a breath—
Carnage began.
Blood painted the streets. The cries of the dying filled the air.
Yet in the chaos, Lycius's focus never wavered.
His scythe carved through flesh, but his mind remained sharp. He was more than just a destroyer—he was a conqueror.
His young mind, though still innocent in its own twisted way, had already devised something crueler than mere slaughter.
This wasn't just about the joy of killing.
This was about taking everything away from her.
Xylara's kingdom. Gone.
Her people. Dead.
Her daughter. Turned against her.
Her very reason for existing—shattered.
And once she had nothing left, once she was drowning in the weight of her grief and loneliness…
Where would she go?
Who would be the only one left for her to cling to?
Him.
Her mate.
Lycius didn't fully understand why he wanted her to himself. He didn't yet grasp the depths of mated bonds or the instincts of possession woven into his very being.
But something inside him whispered.
She is yours.
So as Xylara stood at the gates of her burning kingdom, her entire world falling apart, Lycius finally descended before her.
"Your kingdom is dead," he said softly. "Your people are gone."
Her legs gave out beneath her, and she crumpled to the ground.
Tears welled in her eyes, her lips trembling. "You… you took everything from me."
Lycius crouched before her, tilting her chin up with the tip of his scythe.
"Not everything."
She looked up at him, her heart hammering in her chest.
And then—he smirked.
"You still have me."
And as Xylara shivered, the last remnants of her resistance crumbling…
Lycius knew.
He had won.
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