Epic of Caterpillar

Chapter 1960 [Demonic Tower Master]

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In a mere seconds I spent some Mana and placed a Demon Tower inside of my Divine Realm, which would be the catalyst for our little Archdemon friend to manifest himself.

Ding!

[You have exchanged 500.000 Mana; you have created an [Archdemon Tower of Greed] within your World Realm!]

[It is now possible for you to Summon Demons by spending more Mana within your World Realm.]

[You acquired the [Demonic Tower Master: Lv1] Title Skill.]

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[Demonic Tower Master: Lv1]

As the one that has given the powerful authority to Summon Demonic Towers, your affinity with all Demonic things has increased greatly, and so it has increased as well with the depths of Hell itself.

You're favored not only by an Archdemon as powerful as Mammon, but also by Lucifer, who holds you very dearly, and has even given his name as your second name to you.

All Demons have favorability +500%.

Increases the Stats of all Demons Summoned through the Demonic Towers, their Growth Speed, Skill Variety, and Obedience by +150% with each Skill Level.

Increases Affinity with all the Demonic Spectrum, Demon-type Skills, Magic, and Abilities receive a boost of +50% with each Skill Level.

If you ever develop a Demonic Core again, it's growth will be accelerated by +25% with each Skill Level, and you'll be able to harness twice as much Demonic Energy.

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Oh sweet, another new Title? I'll take it.

"Now, come, Mammon, the King of Greed!" I called with a stern and serious voice, trying to believe I was some wicked, evil sorceress calling the might of her contracted demon.

Ding!

[The presence of [Mammon, the Archdemon of Greed] is manifesting itself!]

FLUOOOSH!

A demonic magic circle made of flames emerged as everyone fell into silence, the figure of a young-looking feminine boy emerged, made of pure demonic flames and demonic energy that quickly materialized together instantly into the shape and form I remember he had. Thin, delicate-looking body with lustrous red skin, beautiful legs, a thin neck, a flawless face, small golden horns, and long black, red, and purple hair reaching his beautiful ankles.

He was currently wearing a long, black dress with many layers, decorating his body with hundreds of golden accessories, rings, bracelets, necklaces, and earrings, his mischievous red eyes glanced at me as they suddenly glowed bright gold.

Ugh, he's so sexy! What the heck? Such a strong femboy energy… I'm dying.

But he seems really pissed…

"You damned idiot! Why did you had to die?!" He roared furiously.

"Eep! Please forgive me, oh great lord of greed!" I cried, as he started smacking my head with his tiny blazing fists.

"Take this! And this!" He cried, as I noticed he was crying.

"Calm down! I'm alright now. Are you crying? I made an Archdemon cry!" I laughed.

"I-I am not crying! Idiot…" He sighed, crossing his arms, and then sitting over my legs without even asking for permission. He was small and cute though, so he was allowed to do whatever he wanted to me to be honest. "A-Anyways… Hello everyone."

"Hey…" Brontes muttered.

"Was he always this close with her? I wonder…" Nesiphae giggled.

"Fufu, maybe the whole thing made him appreciate her more now, how cute." Mady laughed while hiding her laughter with one of her tentacles covering her mouth.

"I-Is he really an Archdemon from Hell?" Asked Frank, wondering. "I never thought they had femboys…"

"W-Who are you calling femboy?! This blasted appearance is only because I ended fusing with a piece of this stupid's soul!" Mammon said. "I-It's not as if I enjoy it…"

"I'm fairly sure you can take another form though-" I was about to say.

"Shut it!" Mammon angrily said, punching one of my boobies.

"Geez~ Okay, okay." I sighed. "Anyways! Long time no see!" I stared patting his head and giving him a hug. "We brought you here temporarily so you can tell us what happened… and what's happening."

"Right, alright… I guess I'll have to help you all… At the end this blasted world is too valuable to lose to the competition." Sighed Mammon.

"…" Flora was glaring at the Archdemon with a serious, deadly glare.

"Can't the plant woman calm down?" Mammon sighed. "Her gaze's killing me…"

"Ah, sorry about her, she got a few bad memories of you guys, from the past." I laughed. "Anyways, Flora, we talked about this even before I died, right?"

"Yeah, I'm just glancing at him, nothing else." Flora sighed, crossing her arms, and then closing her eyes. "You can do whatever you want."

"Okay…" Mammon sighed. "Let's make this quick, I'm assuming all of you want to get there already, let me tell you though, it won't be any easier than with Helheim."

He quickly went on a short explanation of what happened before. The Necrotic Ruler had this backup plan with that hero's body, but it failed thanks to him and he extracted his soul out of the young man's body, so he should be fine now, just exhausted, and unconscious.

The System Master confirmed he was an "Isekai'd" guy from a parallel Earth, and that he was indeed the person he had copied the memories from to imbue into my memory-less soul when I fell into this world and turned into a Caterpillar.

His name was Makoto, and he was the original "Hero of Gluttony" a man granted Devour-like powers like mine that used to fight for good, but became entranced and controlled by his powers, while he grew madder after discovering the corruption of the Kingdoms of the Realm of Vida, when it had many more Kingdoms and was a more active place than the one I reincarnated into.

And because of Hel's "trolling" the soul of his deceased girlfriend was stolen away from him before he could find a way to revive her, and since then he chased Hel, trying to find her Realm while rampaging everything.

At the end, he arrived in Helheim, only to fall on Hel's trap and become sealed and chained on the realm's depths by her, as another "trophy" before any of the other Gods could intervene.

Some thought it was a problem that resolved itself, but many others pitied the young man.

Though, nobody ever did anything to save him because he was too dangerous...

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