I Became An Archdemon

Decker City, a city established on the Endless Wasteland three hundred years ago, is the most formidable city in the northern territory of the Silver Moon Kingdom.

Within this great northern city, in an inconspicuous inn near the city center.

A young man, so handsome he made one doubt if he possessed Elf blood, lay on the floor, his life or death unknown.

The young man wore luxurious pure white Noble robes, his eyes tightly shut.

His pale face was devoid of any color, as if he were already dead.

The culprit behind his unconsciousness was a bone-deep scar on his wrist, from which blood was slowly flowing, filling the room with the scent of blood.

Even more chilling was the sight of the blood seeping from his wrist being greedily absorbed by the Crystal Ball he clutched in his hand.

A Crystal Ball that could devour blood was clearly no ordinary object.

The scene looked very much like some greedy, ignorant Noble had performed a forbidden, evil ritual, resulting in self-inflicted backlash and death.

After an unknown amount of time, the light outside the window gradually dimmed, casting a dim veil over the room.

In his sleep, Loren felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if he had been stabbed.

He initially thought it was a dream, but the intense pain constantly stimulated his nerves, and his sluggish thoughts slowly began to awaken amidst the agony.

After a long while, as if pushing open a thousand-ton iron door, he finally opened his eyes, expending all his strength.

The moment he awoke, the Crystal Ball in his hand emitted a chaotic glow.

The scar on his wrist healed with uncanny speed, leaving only a shallow mark.

His weakened body made Loren's thoughts sluggish, and he failed to notice this incomprehensible supernatural phenomenon.

What greeted his eyes was the ceiling above, intricately carved with patterns bearing strong religious symbols.

In the dim light, they were unclear, giving a sense of blurred distortion.

After a few breaths, he had the strength to survey his surroundings.

It was a room with a strong medieval European style. Faded oil paintings hung on both walls, vaguely depicting legends of Knights slaying dragons.

The antique ornaments, furniture, and curtains around him, though old, exuded a strong exotic charm.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment, Loren's mind was filled with confusion. Hadn't he been drinking with the various third-party contractors from his company? Had he drunk too much??

What kind of club was this?? It was certainly set up quite convincingly. Was a witch going to come in and examine him next?

This was quite an innovative way to play.

But just as he tried to struggle to sit up, countless memory fragments suddenly surged into his mind.

His weak body felt like it had been slapped hard, his head boomed, and he fell unconscious again.

After a long while, Loren opened his eyes for the second time.

But this time, there was no longer any confusion in his eyes; his expression became extremely telling.

"Nol Main Plane, Silver Moon Kingdom, Decker City."

"I am now Loren Grant, a scion of the Silver Moon Kingdom's High Nobles – the Orchid Family."

"Three months ago, while accompanying my elders on a hunt for an evil ritual, I accidentally acquired a Crystal Ball."

"That Crystal Ball possessed incredible power, and I even obtained the Archdemon Bloodline from it."

"Now, I possess the unawakened Archdemon Bloodline. I've become an Archdemon?!"

Thinking this, Loren was startled, his eyes suddenly widening.

"Not only that, the reason this Crystal Ball appeared was because a terrifyingly powerful Demon Overlord intended to use an evil ritual to activate it. After losing the Crystal Ball, that Demon Overlord appeared in the Silver Moon Capital for half a month every day, searching for traces of the Crystal Ball, even severely injuring legendary powerhouses."

"So, while it's true I obtained the Archdemon Bloodline, I'm going to be hunted by a Demon Overlord right from the start?? Is it really going to be this intense?!"

Loren's expression was grim as he continued to examine the memories left by his predecessor from a first-person perspective.

"The Nol Main Plane possesses countless dimensional planes. These planes are not desolate; instead, they are inhabited by numerous powerful and evil beings, with Demons being among the most terrifying."

"The Silver Moon Kingdom has suffered greatly from Demons in the past. Even a prince consorting with a Demon would be executed. Their evil reputation is second only to the Bloody Polluters."

"Under this dual pressure, my predecessor, while the Archdemon Bloodline was still unawakened, declared his renunciation of his right to inherit the Grand Duke Orchid title to his family and left the capital for the northern territory to become a Pioneer Lord."

"Under the protection of his family's appointed guardian – Fiana – he safely arrived at the great northern city of Decker City. To develop quickly, my predecessor spent a fortune to purchase information on a suitable territory for city construction from a mercenary team. Full of confidence, he took hundreds of people and abundant supplies to that territory."

"On the 31st of every month in the Nol Main Plane, the moon in the sky will turn blood-red. This day is known as the Bloody Day."

"A natural disaster descends!"

"Beginning with the ancient Sovereign's twilight, the Bloody Polluters, hidden in the dimensional planes, will crawl out of the dimensional planes and attack all human cities when the Blood Moon rises."

"On the Bloody Day five days ago, the Bloody Polluters were unimaginably powerful. The weakly defended territory was directly breached."

"If not for the exceptionally powerful guardian Fiana, my predecessor would likely have already died."

"Even so, over a month's worth of effort and the previous savings from his family turned to dust."

"To restart the territory, my predecessor returned to Decker City from the Endless Wasteland."

"But at this moment, I was penniless, so the descendant of the dignified Orchid Family could only live in a small inn.

Stimulated by the fall of his territory, his previous self wanted to completely activate the Archdemon Bloodline within his body and use blood sacrifice to obtain power from the Crystal Ball again."

"But he accidentally bled too much, causing his soul to be devoured by the Crystal Ball."

"So, all things considered, I transmigrated?? I'm not at some club, am I??"

After reviewing the memories, Loren pushed himself up with a slight effort and sat on the floor.

Looking at the strange yet somewhat familiar surroundings, a peculiar feeling welled up in his heart.

"What is this supposed to be?? I just had a few too many drinks, how did I transmigrate??"

Then, as if remembering something, his heart clenched violently.

A look of helplessness and confusion, like that of a child who can't find his way home after dark, suddenly appeared on his face.

"Can I... can I go back?"

"Mom, little sister."

His already low spirits plummeted rapidly, and his heart ached.

His father had died early, and his mother had poured countless efforts and endured all sorts of hardships alone to raise him and his sister.

That obedient girl with pigtails who had always followed him around, calling him "gege" since she was little, and his mother, whose hands were covered in yellow calluses and who smiled so warmly, were his only attachments and spiritual pillars.

And now...

Thinking of the possibility that he might never see the little girl again, eating while nestled on his lap and vaguely calling him "gege," his throat felt choked, and his nose stung.

Although he tried hard to suppress his emotions, the intense impact was overwhelming.

Just then, creak~

The inn room door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall, graceful figure clad in black armor, like an angel descending to earth, stepped into the room.