I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 540

His headache was getting worse!

Ling Ping'an held his head. He felt his eyeballs were swelling.

His brain seemed to be filled with mercury.

It was stiff, mechanical, and numb.

His body seemed to have split open.

Meow!

His pet meowed softly at his feet as if it was afraid.

He panted softly.

“Little darling…” He comforted. “Don't be afraid!”

“Brother won't hurt you!”

However, his body was slowly contorting amidst the spasms.

The bones on his body bulged one by one.

His skin was expanding and gradually cracking.

It was as if something terrifying was about to be born from it.

He tried hard to control himself.

His subconscious told him that if that thing crawled out…

Something that he could not bear to see would probably happen.

“Get lost!” He scolded in a low voice. “Get back!”

As he scolded, the protruding bones slowly calmed down.

The cracked skin also quickly healed.

Except for the headache which was still intense.

His eyeballs almost popped out of his eyes.

He leaned against the back of the chair and rubbed his brains.

The sound of breathing echoed in the room.

But his brain was extremely clear.

Many memories that had been forgotten surfaced in his mind.

“Ping'an…” His mother sat on the stairs of her bookstore. Her long white legs were still dangling in the gap between the stairs. She was holding a book in her hand.

His mother's face was filled with love.

The little boy immediately ran over to the television.

His natural trust in his mother allowed him to snuggle in the arms of his mother, whom he had not seen for a long time.

“Mommy, what are you thinking about?” The little boy asked his mother.

His mother smiled.

“My little Ping'an…”

“Mommy has a question. If you had the magical power of a god, like the one on TV, what would you do?”

The little boy blinked his eyes, his face full of naivety.

After thinking seriously, he answered, “Mommy, if I had the magical power, then I would definitely eliminate all the bad guys and become a hero!”

His mother smiled, and her smile was radiant.

“Good boy!” His mother stroked his head. “You are such a good boy!”

“You have to remember it!”

“Okay!” The little boy nodded hard.

…

The headache continued to intensify.

But the memories that flashed through his mind became clearer.

In the ancestral house that was seven miles wide, the incense was rising.

Within the dense incense, a similar symbol appeared on the spirit tablets.

It was a crooked symbol.

It was like the words of the ancestors carved on the stone walls and metal.

It was like a tender leaf that had just sprouted.

The young boy saw those symbols.

He asked his parents curiously.

“Dad, Mom, what are those words?”

His mother squatted down and looked at him with a smile, “Little Ping'an…”

“That word is ‘stupid'…”

“Spring is here, and everything comes back to life. The insects are starting to wriggle under the newly sprouted plants…”

“Isn't it vivid?”

The young boy nodded as if he understood something, then asked innocently, “Then why did you carve this word on those tablets?”

“That was for you!” His mother smiled.

The candlelight shone on his mother's face.

Graceful, dignified, and luxurious.

Just like a queen.

…

The sunset shone on the entrance of the bookstore.

The shadow of the young man dragging his suitcase was blurry and indistinct.

His mother was in the car, smiling as she watched.

“Ping'an…”

“You have to take care of yourself in the future when Dad and Mom are not around!”

“Okay!” The ten-year-old boy nodded firmly. “Don't worry, I can take care of myself!”

“I can even take care of my aunt!”

“Okay!” The young man smiled and nodded. “Of course Ping'an can do it!”

“Because Ping'an has been omnipotent since he was young!”

“But…”

“Ping'an, do you remember what you promised Daddy?”

“Yes!” The little boy said seriously. “I will be a gentleman!”

“Then what is a gentleman?” Daddy asked.

“A benevolent person always cares for others, is called a gentleman.”

“A gentleman would preserve his dignity as a nobody and in times of success, they would perfect the whole empire!”

Daddy's smile became radiant.

He hugged the little boy and kissed his forehead hard.

…

Ling Ping'an suddenly sat up from his chair.

The headache, spasms, convulsions, and pain seemed to subside.

But in his mind, there was an extremely demonic voice.

“I found it!”

“I see!”

“I was wondering why I was sealed for so long!”

“So it's because I couldn't see!”

His shadow on the ground was wriggling.

Many scarlet eyeballs were struggling in the shadow as if they were going to come out.

“Since I found them!”

“Then let's destroy them!”

The voice said crazily.

Hum hum hum.

It seemed to be the frequency of some electromagnetic wave.

But Ling Ping'an could understand it.

He listened to the voice.

His mother's appearance flashed before his eyes, and her exhortation echoed in his ears.

“My little Ping'an…”

“Mommy has a question. If you had the magical power of a god, like the one on TV, what would you do?”

Ling Ping'an raised his head. He felt a great danger.

He laughed.

Hehehe!

The laughter pierced through the surrounding void, stirring up wild waves in the world of aether.

“I promised my mother that I would be a hero and defeat all the bad guys!” He said very seriously.

His father's shadow also appeared in front of him.

“Ping'an, do you remember what you promised your father?”

His eyes were clear.

He remembered.

He had to be a gentleman.

A gentleman who always cares for others.

A gentleman would preserve his dignity as a nobody and in times of success, they would perfect the whole empire.

So…

“How could I allow someone to destroy my world!”

“Destroy my life?!”

“Let alone a traitor!”

He reached out his hand.

His hands were clasped together.

“How dare you disrupt my life!”

“Die!” He spat out this word.

Thus, on the dark side of the world, stormy waves swept up a storm.

Countless gods felt endless danger at this moment.

Their anchors were involuntarily swept up into the waves in the hurricane.

But this was not the main battlefield yet.

It was just the ripples on the main battlefield that radiated down from the higher dimension.

…

Above the universe.

Above the void.

In the dimension that formed the foundation of the physical universe.

The indescribable behemoth was sleeping soundly.

It seemed that it had slept for countless years and would continue to sleep for countless more years.

It had experienced countless nightmares.

Countless tentacles were covered in scars.

This was the feedback left behind by the nightmares.

It had also experienced countless beautiful dreams. Each beautiful dream would allow it to grow a new tentacle.

These tentacles extended to various dimensions one by one.

They formed the material foundation and basic rules of countless universes.

And his huge skull was coiled in the center of the space-time that was connected to countless universes.

Above the skull was a thick fog.

In the fog, one could vaguely see a palace.

It was a crazy, deformed, and terrifying palace.

In the palace, there had been countless dancers dancing in the chaotic and twisted dance of the celestial bodies.

There had also been countless musicians playing the music of the destruction of the celestial bodies.

But now…

In this palace, there was only a fiery red liquid planet revolving around the palace.

The dancers and musicians in the palace had already left.

Because…

The master of the palace was no longer here.

Even the fiery-red liquid planet was now silent.

The ocean made of liquid iron on its surface had not boiled for a long time.

Suddenly…

It seemed to have heard a signal.

It also seemed to have felt a command.

The last lonely musician woke up.

On the surface of the planet, the ocean made of liquid iron began to boil.

Gurgle!

The iron was flowing!

The high temperature turned the iron element into a plasma state.

A scarlet eye slowly rose from the liquid iron ocean.

Then, it began to sing!

It was the music of the celestial bodies that had been silent for hundreds of years.

It was Ghroth's exclusive music!

“Oh, oh, oh!”

Look, the celestial bodies were singing!

“Dong, dong, dong!”

Listen!

The universe was the accompaniment!

“Ka, ka, ka…”

There was a sound in the sleeping skull.

Countless eyeballs appeared in the fog.

These eyeballs rotated and looked in all directions.

The unimaginably huge skull lit up at this moment.

“Ho, ho, ho!”

The tentacles started to twitch.

Countless eyeballs locked onto their target.

In a certain space-time, in a certain dimension.

The single eye that rose up high was singing loudly.

Using all its strength to please its master.

The joy of the celestial body was stirring up time and expanding space.

…

The void.

The enormous ruler of the past was prostrating before the statue of God in front of him.

He was mumbling something.

“Great ruler…”

“The undefeatable Curtain of Midnight…”

“The Lord of all things and the Lord of Chaos…”

“Cxaxukluth!”

“Wake up! Wake up!”

“Rule! Rule!”

He was summoning his master.

The great Curtain of Midnight.

The Great One's consciousness was awakened and his form was summoned.

The idol in front of him was trembling violently.

It was obvious that he had received a response.

The great Curtain of Midnight was responding to his summoning.

Thus, the old ruler hurriedly shook his body.

His family came out from his huge long nose.

These terrifying cosmic creatures carried humans who were washed clean and sprinkled with flowers and spices.

The great Curtain of Midnight needed blood.

So, the humans' who were in fear had their throats slit.

Their blood flowed to the idol.

The Curtain of Midnight loved to eat humans.

However, every time he ate, he needed hundreds of millions of humans.

At this point, it was not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth!

In the past, when the Curtain of Midnight was at its peak.

Just to satisfy the hunger of the Curtain of Midnight.

There were at least ten Outer Gods, eroding hundreds of dimensions of the universe, turning hundreds of galaxies into breeding farms.

They took turns to harvest the creatures called humans.

It was blood food, and it was a sacrifice for the Curtain of Midnight.

But now…

The Curtain of Midnight had collapsed.

The heresies had broken the Curtain of Midnight.

The Silver key monitored every space and time.

So, they could only steal everywhere like rats.

But…

The old rulers firmly believed.

That victory would belong to them!

And because Hgla had fallen.

The great Curtain of Midnight was the only ruler!

As long as it could please him and wait for him to wake up.

All existences would be promoted!

Thus, the old ruler piously chanted a prayer.

Calling the Curtain of Midnight.

Gurgle!

Blood dripped on the idol.

The Curtain of Midnight began to respond.

The old ruler was elated.

He piously worshipped, “The great Curtain of Midnight…”

“You are the lord of all things!”

“You are the lord of all worlds!”

“You are destruction!”

“You are decay!”

“You are chaos!”

The void began to shake.

Aether, or dark matter, was boiling.

Countless lights began to gush out from the cracks.

The old ruler raised his head in great joy.

“The great Curtain of Midnight!” His huge trunk trembled as he raised it, wanting to look at the face of his ruler.

But…

What he saw was a dark, shapeless lump of flesh.

The lump of flesh pressed heavily against the curve of the void.

Countless eyeballs flashed within.

Fog wrapped around it.

“Roar roar roar!”

A huge fiery-red celestial body surrounded the huge lump of flesh.

Ghroth's song penetrated the barrier of the void.

The eyes of the old ruler began to rot.

They rotted because they witnessed the noblest and majestic great truth — even the old ruler could not understand the existence of this supreme being.

They would also collapse because they witnessed the universal rules and truth that its true form represented and contained.

Oh, oh, oh!

The joy of the celestial body was rippling.

On the huge trunk of the old ruler, countless molds spread rapidly like gangrene attached to bones.

Thin, squirming little things grew out of his skin and flesh.

Because he was the old ruler.

And he was the creator of the universe creatures called the Tcho-Tcho.

Therefore, this powerful old ruler did not collapse immediately after seeing the true form of this great supreme being unlike ordinary mortals or gods, who would collapse and walk toward the ultimate destruction.

On the contrary, he could hold on for some time.

But…

This instead made him face the most terrifying nightmare.

In his mind, there were countless things that even the ruler of the past get goosebumps.

“Bugs!”

“How dare you betray me?!”

The great ruler questioned with rage.

During this questioning, the body of the ruler of the past rapidly festered.

Countless squirming worms crawled out of his body.

These things were biting each other.

Attacking each other crazily.

But the old ruler was still alive.

But…

He had lost his consciousness and ability to think.

His brain had been eaten clean by countless tiny things.

These things were his brain cells.

And before they were eaten…

There was only one sound of fear in the old ruler's brain.

“The original Core of Chaos?!”

“How is that possible?!”

“The original Core of Chaos of the blind and foolish had its own consciousness?!”

If he had known about this, he would not dare to have second thoughts.

He would have knelt down and become a slave!

Chapter end