Damon looked at the chaos and grinned. Men were simple creatures. Well, he was too. There was no judgment. He offered the one thing which everyone craved for, total and absolute freedom to do whatever they wanted, wherever they wanted, and to whomever they wanted.

No rules. No restrictions. No moral chains. No consequences except the ones they created themselves.

And the players leapt on the opportunity like starving wolves thrown into a meat market. The moment the portal opened, the demon lands had become a paradise for degenerates, artists of chaos, thrill-seekers, lonely hearts, and everyone in between.

There was only one rule or law in the demon lands. Only the strongest survive. You get to do anything as long as you are strong.

Of course, this debauchery wouldn't last long. The other shoe was going to drop pretty soon. While it was easy to fuck a good-looking woman in the demon towns, it was just that easy to get killed for breathing the wrong way.

Demons loved fighting just as much as they loved fucking. This was not a cultural trait. This was not a stereotype. This was a biological truth.

Damon wasn't planning to hide any part of it. Why would he? This was the demon lands, the last place in the world where virtue held any power. Here, desire and violence danced hand in hand. Here, survival was both a thrill and a reward. Here, one could live like a king or die like a footnote.

It was up to every player to decide what they wanted, what they craved, and what they were willing to risk. Damon wasn't going to hold anyone's hand. If they wanted pleasure, they would have to earn it. If they wanted respect, they would have to bleed for it. If they wanted paradise… they would have to survive hell.

He had no interest in babysitting. The demon lands would forge the wicked, break the weak, and crown the unhinged. That was the natural balance. That was how it should be.

Meanwhile, Damon had no intention of staying idle. He still had his own plans, and the reveal of the demon continent wasn't a coincidence. This was a calculated move. Naturally, there was a reason he revealed the demon lands now, of all times.

He needed a distraction. He needed chaos to bloom in every corner of the world. He needed the Light Faction screaming over lost cities. He needed the Dark Faction to celebrate like lunatics. He needed guilds panicking over poisoned capitals.

He needed millions of players flooding into demon towns, chasing fantasies and death in equal measure. Most importantly… He needed the super guilds to fall apart.

And they were already cracking. They couldn't decide what the bigger crisis was. The sudden rise of the Blood Domain? The absolute decimation of light faction cities? The existence of a whole damn demon continent? Or the mass exodus of players from their guilds?

Their attention was pulled in ten different directions. Their resources were bleeding. Their members were deserting. Their alliances were fracturing. Their morale was bottoming out. Just as Damon wanted.

Apart from the top players and the army of skilled players who just seem to keep on coming out of the woodwork, super guilds were super guilds for a reason. They had manpower on their side. Every single super guild had millions and millions of guild members. This kind of manpower was a super strength in itself.

And now Damon was determined to steal a part of it. Well atleast, put a damn good effort to achieve it. So far, it definitely looked like his plan was working.

While this was one of the things he wanted, his main goal was still conquest. He teleported out of the ruined Thunder City and appeared at the gates of the unsuspecting Dawnspire City.

A brilliant jewel of the Light Faction, famous for its golden spires, floating lantern streets, radiant academies, and holy knights who prided themselves on being the continent's immovable shield.

Today, that shield was about to be tested.

Damon floated just outside the grand marble entrance. To any ordinary traveler, Dawnspire looked peaceful, vendors chatting, players bartering, guards patrolling in orderly formation.

No one expected anything to happen here because Dawnspire was one of the highly protected cities. Many top-tier guilds had bases in the Dawnspite city.

A lone Light Faction guard approached, spear held up, voice steady but formal. "Halt! Identify your-"

Damon exhaled. A burst of poisonous miasma surged outwards. The guard's words died in his throat. His health bar evaporated before he could even register the attack. The guards beside him fared no better.

[Ding! You have slain NPC Guards x15]

Damon stepped forward lazily. A breeze blew.

Then the killing started.

Crimson tendrils shot up from the ground, ripping apart barricades, slicing structures, and dragging screaming players into the air. Poison miasma blossomed outward like a corrupted aurora, seeping into alleys, windows, homes, lungs.

The first terrified screams echoed from within the city. Then sirens. Then chaos. Players ran for their lives. NPCs shouted orders. Mages hurriedly tried to erect barriers that melted the moment Damon's poison touched them.

One panicked player shouted from the ramparts, "It's him! Blood god is here! Everyone run!!!"

That was the moment the city broke. Damon rose into the sky, wings unfurling with a thunderous snap. His silhouette blotted out the sun, casting a blood-colored shadow across the plaza below. He spoke softly. "The Blood Domain claims this land."

The sky answered. A crimson halo formed high above Dawnspire, swirling with condensed blood mana until it became a blazing sphere, the Blood Moon.

Damon pointed a single finger downward. The Blood Moon fell. A tidal wave of corruption crashed across Dawnspire, drowning buildings, dissolving defenses, choking out every last spark of hope. It wasn't just poison. It was obliteration in liquid form.

Blood Rain poured everywhere. Hundreds of players screamed. The entire city was ruined in just a few minutes. The city wasn't recognizable as a city anymore. It was a miasmic graveyard. All the knights and the guards were useless and unable to stop the single madman who laid waste to the entire city.

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