Versatile Mage: The ancestor of the blood race, the blood demon lord

“I think your situation is more miraculous than mine.”

"I have spent at least a hundred years in the Dark Dimension. Through constant battles, I have killed creatures from the Dark Dimension and absorbed their power and energy, which is how I became the rightful emperor I am today."

"But you... only a little over ten years have passed in the magical plane, and you've already gone from a great monarch to a mid-level emperor?"

"Are you so tired of playing around?"

Lancelot said irritably, his words revealing his deep dissatisfaction with Morgan.

He fought tirelessly for over a hundred years before finally becoming the legitimate emperor.

And what about Morgan?!

In just ten years... or even less than ten years, how did Morgan go from a great monarch to a middle-ranking emperor?
How could Morgan achieve such a leap in just a few years? What was he doing for the past few thousand years?
For the past few thousand years, they've been deliberately slacking off and doing nothing, so why are they suddenly becoming so diligent now?

Lancelot truly didn't understand; he simply couldn't see through it!
You say you have that ability? If you hadn't slacked off a thousand years ago, you would at least be a high-ranking emperor now, right?

(Morgan: A thousand years ago... in an era teeming with gods, ghosts, and all sorts of other things, simply surviving was a miracle.)
"My old friend, there's no need to say that about me, is there?"

“I admit, I did deliberately leave you in the dark dimension for too long.”

"But you also gained this powerful strength because of it, didn't you?"

Morgan knew that what he had done was indeed not very ethical.

He did indeed forget about Lancelot, whom he had thrown into the Dark Dimension, for a period of time.

Later, I had several opportunities to hear about Lancelot's situation in the Dark Dimension.

However, for various reasons, he did not choose to bring Lancelot back from the Dark Dimension.

Instead, Lancelot was allowed to continue battling numerous dark creatures in the arena of the Dark Dimension to continuously improve his strength.

Furthermore, given that the flow of time differs between the two planes, it's quite possible that Lancelot spent hundreds of years in the arena in some world of the Dark Dimension, which is not surprising.

"You have the nerve to say that! I fought wars in that godforsaken place for over a hundred years!"

Lancelot would bet his life that Morgan had absolutely forgotten about him!
“(⊙o⊙)…This is pretty good too. The continuation of the Hundred Years' War between England and France, in a way, you are also quite remarkable.”

"You've simply forgotten about me in the Dark Dimension. If it weren't for my immense strength, I might already be dead!"

Lancelot was not satisfied with Morgan's explanation; he now fully understood just how terrible Morgan's character was.

"Maybe so, but just like you said, your strength comes from continuous hard work, and so does mine, doesn't it?"

"It was through continuous efforts that I went from a great monarch thousands of years ago to a middle-ranking emperor today."

Morgan sighed as he recalled his tragic past.

Okay, Morgan doesn't want to admit that he's a sucker who won without effort.

As the Dark Dimension and the Magic Dimension drew closer, many of his limitations disappeared.

In addition, by chance, he ate the flesh and blood of a legitimate emperor, which easily transformed him into his current form.

The Blood Domain is already quite well-constructed. Once the Magic Dimension is completely infected, it will become part of the Blood Domain.

At that time, he will be the new Lord of Darkness.

"You? Try hard? Are you trying to make me laugh to death?"

Throughout the entire magical realm, both humans and demons can claim to be constantly striving. But Metatron, that guy, has no right to say such a thing!

This guy has unlimited life!
Others only get one chance, but this guy gets countless chances.

What did he even try to do?!
They spent thousands of years trying to woo girls, and then created the maid troupe we have today?
I despise you!

Looking at the little girl who was brought over, a half-human, half-demon hybrid?
And he's quite good-looking. Morgan, that guy, has gone completely inhuman again, not even sparing such a young child. What a beast...

"I always feel like you're internally cursing me with some really bad things."

Lancelot misjudged him. Was he really such a shallow person?!
How could mere beauty possibly have any effect on him!
As Apas approached Morgan, Morgan also perked up and looked at her.

Hmm... It's so small, it looks like it's underdeveloped. It's clearly at the level of a great monarch. This child should have lived for at least a hundred or a thousand years.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a little child, with a pitiful expression.

Like those unlucky guys who haven't eaten for days and have been wandering around.

The single tuft of hair on its head is also very distinctive; I'm curious what would happen if I plucked it out.

"What an adorable kid! One punch from him and he'd cry for ages!"

Upon hearing Morgan's seemingly perverted statement, both Apas and Lancelot looked at him with less friendly eyes.

Lancelot had no idea that Morgan had become so perverse as to have such strange tastes.

Apas, on the other hand, felt a deep sense of darkness about her future.

Upon hearing the other party's words, Apas had already prepared herself for the miserable fate of becoming their pet.

“Your Majesty, my esteemed master Morgan, these are my three direct descendants.”

Seeing that all three of her children had arrived, Queen Mother Medusa began to formally introduce Morgan.

Scythe, Euryale, and Apas were also shocked to hear what their mother, Queen Mother Medusa, said.

They never expected that their mother would address the other party as "master"!

Even if the other side is very powerful, their mother is Medusa, one of the seven giants of Africa!
She is a sub-Emperor!
How could a powerful being, whose status is not far removed from that of a legitimate emperor, possibly address the other party as master?

What exactly happened? In just one night, what kind of changes occurred?
"Two supreme monarchs and one top-tier great monarch, your race, which relies on bloodline inheritance, still has many merits."

"So, I now have ownership of these children. Do you have any objections?"

As supreme monarchs and great monarchs, they could at least play a role in the subsequent wars.

"No problem, my respected master."

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Seeing their mother's sycophantic attitude, Scissina, Euryale, and Apas were even more speechless.

This doesn't seem like something as simple as their own mother finding a human partner; it's as if they were sold? (End of Chapter)