1 I became the Demon King.

Beneath the bizarre stars, a world was on the verge of collapse. Mysterious powers surged through the air, powers unimaginable in the human world. Under the influence of these powers, the fate of Timothy, a seemingly ordinary Earthling, was undergoing a transformation.

Timothy was a network engineer whose days were filled with countless lines of code and repetitive cups of coffee. One evening, which seemed no different from any other, Timothy was engrossed in his digital world in front of the computer when the screen began to flicker and a fracture appeared on his operating system, shining with a purple light.

"What's going on?" Timothy stared at the screen in shock. He tried to control the mouse, but found the cursor being drawn towards the fracture by some mysterious power.

"No hope, I need to reboot," he thought, planning to force shut down his computer. However, when he tried to press the power button, a strong suction force emanated from the fracture and sucked him right into the computer screen.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a magnificent castle, with red carpets on the floor, golden-edged murals on the walls, and huge crystal lanterns hanging from the high dome, emitting soft light.

Just as he was taken aback, a resonant voice sounded behind him: "Welcome to Elant, the new Demon King."

Timothy turned around to see an old man standing before him, dressed in a grey robe. He was Galen, the chief wizard of Elant.

"Wait, you're saying I'm the Demon King?" Timothy asked, pointing at himself and looking at Galen with confusion.

"Correct, you have been chosen as our new Demon King. You should be in this position now." Galen smiled and pointed to a grand black throne.

"I'm just a network engineer. I think you've got the wrong guy." Timothy helplessly shrugged.

"No mistake, it's you," the old man replied, approaching Timothy. "Your coding ability can control the magical powers of our world. This is what we need in our Demon King."

Timothy looked confused, unable to understand how he had become the Demon King.Timothy's mind was suddenly full of memories, memories of a demon lord."Married?"

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "Where is my Demon Queen?" Timothy seemed somewhat expectant.

"Her name is Sylvia. She's to marry you today, the Demon Queen of the world of Elant."

"What! Today?" Timothy couldn't believe it. He hadn't expected his first task in this new world as the Demon King would be to get married.

Timothy, dressed in a bright red wedding suit, kept examining his reflection in the mirror. He put his hands on his hips, spun around, walked around the room. The two demon guards holding the mirror didn't understand what their Demon King was up to but followed him around.

After admiring himself for a while, Timothy had a smug expression on his face. He was tall and handsome, and this wedding suit, meticulously crafted by three hundred human seamstresses, made him look even more stunning. Timothy was so engrossed in his own charm that he admired himself in the mirror for quite some time. He thought that the Demon Queen, Sylvia, would also be intoxicated by his unrivaled handsomeness.

With these thoughts, Timothy's heart pounded. He wondered what Sylvia would look like in her wedding attire. Timothy, though the Demon King of the demon clan, was to marry a human woman, Sylvia. He learned a lot from Galen's introduction; the situation of the demon clan was indeed complex. Moreover, he was a very powerful Demon King, he thought, somewhat pleased.

The demon clan didn't have the concept of marriage; if two people liked each other, they would be together, and if not, they would part ways. They were free and unrestrained, unlike humans who bound themselves with the concept of marriage, expecting two people to be loyal to each other till death.

But Timothy wanted to marry Sylvia. So, in this critical time of war, he called back all his people from the frontline to prepare and witness his grand wedding with Sylvia. He thought that the humans and the monsters were no match for him anyway. He considered marrying Sylvia more important than flattening the human and monster world.

Timothy walked to Sylvia's palace. When he reached the palace gate and was about to step inside, a demon guard beside him hesitantly said, "Your Majesty... according to human wedding customs, the groom cannot see the bride before the wedding ceremony..."

Timothy paused, retracting his foot that had already touched the ground. "I didn't... I was just going to take a sneak peek," he mumbled, while stealing a glance into the palace.

Inside Sylvia's palace, many human girls were bustling around. Since the demons didn't quite understand the human wedding customs, they had kidnapped many humans to prepare for the grand wedding of the Demon King and Queen.

These girls were brought in to dress and prepare Sylvia. Once Timothy's guards explained the purpose of these girls, Sylvia glanced at them, all teary-eyed and terrified, and calmly said, "Tell Timothy, after the wedding, give these girls some money to reunite with their families who are still alive."

Timothy thought that since Sylvia would be his queen, he would give her the best of everything. Thus, not only was the wedding prepared grandly, but even the bride's trousseau was extremely extravagant.

Sylvia had never worn such elaborate attire in her entire life. Today, before dawn had even broken, she was roused from her bed by a group of maidens who started her bath. First, it was a clear water bath, followed by a milk bath, and finally a petal-essential oil bath. She bathed three times today alone.

She found it bothersome and wanted to tell the maidens that all this fuss wasn't necessary. It was just a wedding after all, she was simply going to wear a festive dress and walk a round in front of everyone. But remembering Timothy's anticipation for the wedding, she opened her mouth to speak, but in the end, all she said to the maidens who were in a frenzy out of fear was, "Don't rush, don't panic, the demon king won't kill you."

She allowed the maidens to manipulate her like a doll, dressing her up, doing her hair. For the first time in her life, she was dressed so delicately. "Where are the earrings! The earrings! The necklace!" one of the young girls was nearly in tears out of desperation. After three hours of hairdressing, Sylvia's hair was finally done to the maidens' satisfaction.

But the maidens began to panic, they had been so focused on dressing up the demon queen that they couldn't find the earrings and necklace they had yet to put on her. "They must be in the room, look for them! Are they under something? "

The maidens were extremely anxious. The demon queen's attire was specially made by the demon king's command, and especially something as conspicuous as the earrings and necklace, the demon king would easily notice if the demon queen was not wearing them. Sylvia's surroundings were a mess, her table was full of cosmetics and jewelry.

As the wedding hour approached, the maidens grew more nervous and started to leave things they used aside. Slowly, Sylvia's surroundings became cluttered by the maidens.

The maidens were too panicky, afraid that a careless mistake might cost them and their families their lives. But it was not their fault, the demon generals had ordered the capture of the daughters of noble families who were used to a luxurious lifestyle, having people serve them wherever they went, how could they possibly serve as maids?

That was why it took three hours to do Sylvia's hair, these ladies were inexperienced in hairdressing for brides and had to redo it over and over again. A lot of Sylvia's hair had been pulled out by these women.

Sylvia was patient, she didn't complain, the maidens didn't know they were brushing her hair too hard. Whenever they came across knots, they would pull them out forcefully with the brush.

As the maidens searched the room for the earrings and necklace, they noticed Timothy, who was lurking at the entrance of the hall. "Ah! Ah! The demon king!!!"

The maidens, like they had seen a ferocious beast, all retreated to the farthest corner of the room from Timothy, holding hands and looking at Timothy with fear when the first call of "demon king" was shouted. Timothy: "...." Sigh, humans, so timid and noisy.

Since he had been discovered, Timothy didn't hide anymore, he straightened his festive attire and strode into the bedroom. Upon entering, Timothy's gaze was fixed on Sylvia.

Sylvia was sitting in front of the mirror and did not turn her head, but she asked Timothy, "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see you." Looking at Sylvia, Timothy's eyes were filled with a tenderness that seemed about to overflow. He stepped closer, placing his hands on Sylvia's shoulders. Looking at Sylvia's reflection in the mirror, he stood there dumbfounded for a while, and then said, "Sylvia, you're so beautiful."

Sylvia replied, "Because today is my wedding day, this is when a woman is the most beautiful in her lifetime."

"No." Timothy's fingers gently traced Sylvia's face, saying, "Sylvia has always been beautiful, but today she is even more so."

Timothy's lens of love was so strong that it could make Sylvia the most beautiful woman in the world, but Sylvia herself was very self-aware. She was not a devastating beauty; since childhood, she had rarely received compliments about her looks.

Actually, Sylvia was not bad looking, one could even call her a beauty. It was just that the two people who were usually by her side were too dazzling, so her own beauty ended up serving as a foil to their stunning appearances.

With such a beauty before him, Timothy couldn't hold back any longer. With just a touch on the face, he was getting restless.

"Sylvia, look, I am the most handsome man in this world, and you are the most beautiful woman in this world, we are truly a perfect match."

"Pfft." Timothy's thick-skinned confidence always brought a smile to Sylvia's face. Seeing Sylvia smile, Timothy couldn't resist his desire, cupping Sylvia's face in his hands, he leaned in and kissed her lipstick-painted lips.

Timothy savored the floral lipstick on Sylvia's lips, biting and sucking from time to time, eating the lipstick clean off her lips. Seeing this, the demon guard that followed Timothy hurriedly ushered the trembling human maidens out, so as not to upset the demon king.

Timothy extended his tongue, skillfully entangling with Sylvia's, the sounds they made stirring feelings of embarrassment.

After their kiss, Sylvia's lipstick was completely smudged by Timothy's embrace.

"Whew..." Timothy, catching his breath, kissed Sylvia's neck, leaving a trail of red marks.

"Stop," Sylvia pushed him away as he ventured lower, "We still have the wedding ceremony later."

"I don't care," Timothy retorted, kissing the palm of the hand she used to push him away, "Let's skip straight to the wedding night." When Ryan, the demon general who was meant to be leading a fierce battle but was instead officiating the demon king's wedding, heard the news, he sighed heavily.

Ryan glanced over the guests and, feeling resigned, waved his hand, signaling, "Very well, let's begin."

Music started playing, and the flower buds on each table blossomed, filling the air with a sweet fragrance.

Exquisite fabrics that seemed to shimmer like woven light hung elegantly from the silver threads above, glowing in different hues under the sunlight, reminiscent of the aurora borealis.

The winged beasts, known as "air chariots" in battle, became flower bearers for the wedding, gracefully showering petals from above.

Demon guards, armored and armed with spears, entered in a line, taking positions on both sides. In unison, they lifted their spears, then slammed them down.

The synchronized thuds echoed like thunderous drums or the sounds of a great battle.

All the guards began singing the same melody.

It was a love song of the demon race, sung by demon males to their beloved.

By the plan, the Demon King would be standing at the entrance of the feast, bathed in flower petals and serenaded by the love song as he approached his queen.

But the Demon King, overtaken by passion, skipped that part, heading straight to his chambers with his bride.

Ryan was quite displeased. The grand wedding ceremony that the demon generals had planned for days was being disregarded, making him feel like his efforts were in vain.

His eyes roamed the hall.

While this was the first wedding for many of the demons, they believed it was akin to a victory feast. But a few human guests looked around expectantly, wondering where the Demon King and Queen were.

For the Demon King's wedding, invitations had been sent not just to the demon race but also to the humans and the magical creatures.

Although none from these two races officially attended, several humans were present.

Those were the ones who had defected from humanity. Timothy had grouped them together as they represented Sylvia's human side since she had no family to speak of.

The wedding was extravagant. All five demon generals and their armies took a break from the battlefront to attend.

The last five winged beasts left in the world acted as flower bearers, showering fresh petals. Tailors from all over had worked nonstop to produce vast lengths of exquisite fabrics for the event.

9,900 musicians played for the wedding, their melodies even reaching Timothy and Sylvia in their intimate chamber.

"Do you hear that?" Timothy whispered into Sylvia's ear, nuzzling her. "That's the music from our wedding."

"We're married."

"Sylvia, we're officially married."