Re:write The Authors Transmigration-Chapter 245: The red carpet [1]

[System: You’re incapable of calling forth Diabolous Ex-Machina!]

’Huh? Didn’t see that coming, I’ve been notified for as long as I can remember that his repairs are finished. This is odd, even for me. How can the system possibly make a mistake,’

"Morris, is there something wrong?" A girl with fow like appearance steps from the shadows asking for his worries

[Beast person: Xaina (Yuri Mikhailov)

Race: Hybrid

Role: Leader of the discriminated/Spiritualist/Cultish devotee/Demonic worshipper]

"It’s nothing big, let’s say my Trump card isn’t functional at the moment... so how about we proceed with your plan, call the hybrids, and lead them to this spot. I’ll handle the rest, Jin will accompany you once he’s done, I still have a lot of options. Good luck. I’ll see you once I have my hands on the Elf king, don’t worry okay, im just going for a walk,"

Yuri couldn’t help but notice the transformation and the characteristics of her friend and went for a tease. "Shitty personality check, a vicious animal, or perhaps a cat check. Has one of the most deadly races, well you are an American check, killed a thousand plus people a massive checkeree, youre a bonified villain. The only thing we need to add is your sad backstory and you can apply to be the main antagonist,"

"Seriously?" He never said another word and he leaped from the tower below and descends into the forest with the help of his wings

[System: You’ve started broadcasting!]

Currently streaming in the third trial is prohibited and only the gods and non-participating players could watch. Many popular figures were flooded with views but never were compared when a player was vile enough to attain the role of the antagonist. The epitome of destruction and the enemy of the trials itself, the broadcasting of the Demon King was flooded

[System: Demonic flame user is watching you, Dragon of demise is watching you, The undead monarch is watching you. The one who purges evil is watching you, Serpet of the end is watching you, The one who lurks in shadows is watching you. The killer of Gods is watching you, The laborer of twelve is watching you, the mother of land is watching you...]

Everyone had their eyes set on a singular entity standing alone in the middle of enemy grounds. Arrows flew high as the eye could see and spells rain down from everywhere he looked, but the king never flinched. Such maniacal laughter grew louder and in his shadows arrived nightmares as tall as towers and small as critters

[System: The player’s current title has been triggered!!!

The epitome of Darkness: You can store demons from your shadows and dispatch them at any given time

Requirement: Must belong to the evil faction and swear absolute and undying loyalty to the King himself

Cooldown: None

Storage: None

Rank: SSS

Lore: As the figure was close to darkness itself it was said that wherever the King goes his soldier follows. The assassination was laughable and ambushes are nothing but a pity handicap he purposely allowed. There wasn’t a time when he was alone for the loyalty of his subjects is embedded in his very existence

Outcome: You’ve seized 24k demons from your inventory. The demons at your disposal have been affected by the passive effect of Dominion. After reaching a threshold of servants as long as they’re in the vicinity of 300 miles near the King stats increased by 20%]

"Soldiers steel yourselves, we must pave the way our King!!!" The demonic army charged along with the band of hybrids dispatched by his side

To the monarchs, war is everything, a gamble for you to reap the rewards or lose everything you’ve owned. In the end, a banquet was held, and his soldiers gathered but instead of swords and shields, came after the dance. A party wasn’t held to commemorate their victory but as an act to show his people the portrayal of victory

’Red carpet the path paved by the blood spilled by my loyal subjects, bountiful food representing their eagerness to prey. Dance is the movement in which their bodies clashed and their weapons switched with looks and marvelous clothing. Parties were never celebratory events, it was speculated that a madman of a long-forgotten time created such a heinous event,’

"Multicast, Ignite..." Dozens of spell circles appeared in his appointed area and soon they burst setting the elven troops ablaze and showering in their blood

[System: You’ve summoned the Homunculus; Sun, Moon, and Origin to the field]

The arrival of his familiars couldn’t have been more bleak, their figures obscured and their appearance means the death of thousands.

Two out of the three were a pair of leopards, one to coax and the other to assassinate, and their leader a sprite to call the dead. These otherworldly creatures swept their numbers clean, their reinforcements were nonexistent for every corner a demon lurks

[Diabolus Ex-Machina: You’ve called forth the recorded weaponry of the Demon of machinery

Rod of deception: An ancient wand full of mysteries and said to hold the power of life-like imitations

Rarity: Epic

Magic Damage: 260

Mp: 190

Durability: 150

Mana regen: 30%

Spell casting: - 55%

Spell radius: X2

Crit damage: 71

Crit rate: 25

Misconception: Spells casts whilst [Rod of deception] is in possession and have chances of activating twice. Beginner: 90%, Intermediate: 66%, High: 45%, Legendary: 25%, Mythical: 10%. Once every 10th trigger of misconception, the next spell will be guaranteed activation no matter the ranks]

"Mirage," Suddenly a dozen or so copies appeared, and as they remain the lumps of mana everywhere were devoured

[System: The player has activated the skill Seven Deadly Sins, the chosen sin is [Sloth]

Sloth: If the skill Seven Deadly Sins remain active, change its name to the appointed Sin and gain the Sins passive. The caster attains a variety of Sin related skills along with being able to choose a singular skill possessed by the prince of hell. Long-term use might be fatal unless you’re part of the demon clan instead you’ll become temporarily insane

Outcome: The skills; Slow, Root, Restlessness, Fatigue, Insomniac, and the chosen skill of Belphegor of sloth; Sweet dreams]

The land once pure was contaminated with the putrid demonic aura that lingers and elves began to feel their limit. Nonetheless, the sin of sloth befalls them urging them to heed their body’s invitation to rest, but they reject such an offer. A choice they soon regret, the effects of the manifestation of Sloth grew tiresome but their minds were strong and he was left with no other choice

"Sweet dreams," Restless they were, and now excruciating pain arise the masses for just a single inch of movement considered torture

’Sweet dreams... it’s a skill that both affects mental and physical damage over the hostile targets of the field. The vigorous will kneel as if they struggle to even breathe, the cost of moving has risen higher than they could pay. The penalty for forcing themselves to move inflicts an everlasting surge of pure anguish as it crawls through their limbs like a worm. As they finally accept their condition, all shall kneel for their sweetest and most joyous dream, a fiction they won’t ever try to escape,’

It wasn’t long until he reached the royal palace and blew the walls to kingdom come, giving him the entrance he so desired. It would’ve taken him years if he waited for the army, but going solo wasn’t his first rodeo, Morris never felt fear but a heart full of warmth. This wasn’t a war but a visit with his unwelcoming neighbors, and he only asks in return for his mercy an audience with his tree

"I come in peace, no cap this is my truest and sincerest words... you have to believe me, just look at those guys on the way here, they had a choice. It’s not my fault they’re unwilling to yield, at least most of your troops are alive, hellooooo! Don’t fucking tell me the owner isn’t here— An arrow to the head? Perfect what a welcoming greeting this is, Alvarez," In his kind and defenseless excursion he was met with a mystical aimed for his neck and the shooter at his front

"Why should I believe your words? You’re an American, even the dumbest of the bunch can become a twisted and tyrannical diplomat in their later years. You say things like colonizing, peace, and alliance, but we know that you’re in it for the resources. Do you know a fine definition of your people, parasites... and to make things worse given human intellectual property," He firmly holds his bow and disses his enemy at proximity for his loaded to strike

’Geez so wheeze I knew this guy was insane, but I thought he’d be better if his sister is alive, the only change is his motives. Not so Hitler but still a fucking pissy bastard bent on absolute control over the people, what the fuck was I thinking writing him? What did I expect? Nothing goes my way, not even the slightest, I shouldn’t have hoped he’d be different,’

He took a long sigh of displeasure and began to strip away his mask of familiarity and return once more to his wicked manner. "Alvarez... we could’ve settled this without blood, but you’re forcing me to think otherwise. Prepare yourself bitch, you’ve driven me to my breaking point, don’t say I told you so,"