Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest

The scent of molten materials of the mythical and divine ranks filled Mimir's well. The sound of pounding metal shook this region of Jotunheim, sparks waltzing and plasma coloring the sky scarlet.

With the knowledge he had inherited and under Mimir's advice, he condensed the six eldrichs bones and essence using the oldest runes and the legendary sons of Ivaldi's techniques, giving birth to a half-divine half-infernal material. But why would he limit himself to it when he had Uru and other mythical metals?

Mimir whistled when he retrieved a piece of Uru, a morsel of Yggdrasil, and a dragon's hide.

"Where did you get so much good stuff, brother?"

Adam smirked, remembering all the misses but the few incredible materials he got. "Nídhögg traded the wood. Got the rest through my talent."

Instead of elaborating, he turned his attention to the materials. He used Brok's and Sindri's incredible carving methods to process those materials.

The wood became a hilt pulsing with scarlet engravings before the impervious yet supple leather wrapped around it. A satisfied smile curved his lips when he observed the round pommel covered in flourishes reminiscent of the ones on Mjolnir.

It took him two long days, yet they flashed by in the blink of an eye. Of course, Mimir's lighthearted comments helped, but he also felt a sense of gratification. It would be his weapon, entirely forged with his own two hands.

But he was far from over. Instead, he would tackle the real challenge now: remodelling the brazier into a guard and bringing out its natural abilities.

For the next five days, sweat glistened on his torso as his sore arms hammered against the metal. Ruined parts soon piled up beside him, but his focused eyes never wavered as he restarted each time until the outlines of a cylinder began to take shape before him.

With a delighted nod, he refined it using the material born from the eldrichs, adding two short horns by the side and decorations. The guard glinted with intricate lines and a curved symbol in the middle representing the Yggdrasil root and the well that had witnessed the crafting process.

And finally, after a week of hard work, he gripped the final product with a bright smile.

"I've never seen something like this," Mimir remarked, his pale yellow eyes sparkling. "This creation alone makes you worthy of entering the pantheon of legendary craftsmen."

Adam smirked, channelling his essence. A plasma beam erupted from the hilt, scalding arcs dancing around it like lightning.

The icy air of Jotunheim warmed around him as he tilted his head toward Mimir.

"Without your help, I'd still be fumbling around. But you're right. The realms have never seen a weapon like this."

With a focused glance, he made the weapon's stat panel burst in a shower of bright lights before his sparkling eyes.

Name: God Slayer

Introduction:

An aberration created by Adam with the sole purpose of killing gods and devils alike.

Rarity: Infernal-??? (upgradable)

Level Requirement: Bound to Adam's energy signature.

Stats:

Strength: +35% of base strength

Agility: +35% of base agility

Essence Efficiency: +50%

Essence Regeneration: +20% per second

Attributes:

Sanctified Executioner: +100% damage to celestial beings, holy wards, devil and divine creatures.

Harmony Breaker: Weakens divine shields and blessings by 50% upon contact.

Essence Weaver: Increases the potency of energy-based attacks and skills by 150%.

Energy Stabiliser: Grants immunity to energy-draining effects, absorption, or loss of control.

Enhancements:

Evolving Blade: Absorbs the life force of gods or devils to grow stronger. (Current progress: 0/10)

Embodiment of Six Sins:

Gluttony's Maw: Steals 5% of energy from gods with every strike.

Wrath's Onslaught: Increases damage dealt by 5% for every 10 seconds spent in combat, stacking infinitely until the fight ends.

Lust's Allure: Creates an aura that disrupts enemies' focus, lowering their resistance and causing minor infighting among weaker foes.

Envy's Retribution: Reflects 20% of incoming damage back to gods.

Greed's Grasp: Gods hit by the blade become marked, reducing their defenses by 10% for each strike, stacking up to 50%.

Sloth's Torpor: Weakens the movement and attack speed of gods by 10%.

Adam's grin widened. Though it was less versatile than his chaos bringer, its focused role in crushing gods made it incredible in its own right. Even better, no one could muzzle his essence as long as he channelled it through the hilt.

More importantly, he couldn't use the chaos bringer before he recovered his levels. Even after he did, both were one-handed weapons, making them a perfect pair.

His fingers tightened around the hilt as he cut the essence supply, causing the plasma blade to vanish.

Then, he moved to Mimir, grabbed the head, and strapped it to his belt.

"Endure the discomfort, old man." His eyes narrowed. "We're leaving."

Mimir chuckled. "I can't wait to travel through Jotunheim with you, brother. Hrimgar guards a fragment of Élivágar in the eternal permafrost. It'll be a challenging journey but also a good test for your new weapon." Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

Adam nodded and took a step forward, his eyes softening. With the journey beginning, he could finally contact Mimi.

The image of the little girl flashed in his mind. 'She was eleven years old before my banishment.' He sighed as his steps crunched on Jotunheim's snow. 'I missed her teenage years. She's twenty-one now...'

His finger froze over his friend list. What should he say? He doubted a simple: "Hey! Missed me? I'm on my way home" would cut it. And that was if she hadn't forgotten about him already.

A deep furrow creased his brows as he struggled before he noticed two blinking notifications.

'It's true I never checked them after waking up.'

Distracted, he opened the first.

[The Abyssal Wayfinder successfully mapped the Abyss' seven layers. Rarity increased to mythical. The real-time mapping's range increased tenfold.]

He nodded, a little surprised but not too much since it made sense considering its name. Then, he shifted to the second notification, his eyes widening as he read the message sent during his five-year evolution.

[Mimi: Big brother? I don't know what happened, but your name is not gray anymore. Are you fine? Can you read this? Please answer me...]

He shuddered, his steps halting as a soft smile curved his lips. She hadn't forgotten and checked on him even years later.

A tear trailed down his left eye as his heart drummed a hopeful song in his ears.

[I'm coming home. Wait for a few weeks.]

A steely glint flashed in his eyes as his dark and gray wings unfurled, blasting snow and winds aside. He soared to the sky, retrieving his map and rocketed to where Hrimgar lived. Yet, his eyes were on the camps along the way.

He had never trusted the Jotun or Loki. Meeting him at level one didn't sound like a good idea to him.