As the morning sun rose over the human world, the Underworld erupted in a calculated, organized frenzy of power transfer. The decrees Algernon issued at midnight were immediately put into motion by his new cabinet, leading to a major reshuffle of the entire devil society.
The Azeroth Empire was formally announced to the wider world, accompanied by the swift dissemination of Algernon's lore and meritocratic policies. While the news was met with predictable support and opposition—the chaos Algernon engineered was instantaneous—it was ruthlessly contained. Falbium Asmodeus, the Duke of Internal Affairs, proved lethally efficient, handling every instance of internal conflict and dissent with overwhelming force to maintain a chilling new order.
Sirzechs's focus was monolithic. He personally oversaw the seizing of all noble-held armed forces. In clan territories where compliance wavered, Sirzechs' presence—and the threat of his Power of Destruction, now unbound by political restraint—was enough to enforce instant obedience, welding the fragmented legions into a single, unified Imperial Army.
Ajuka the greatest genius of the devil race turned into a ruthless land collector. To fund the compulsory academies, Ajuka designated clan territories across the Underworld. When resistance occurred, he simply used his absolute command of Kankara Formula to neutralize the property claims, effectively seizing the land by legal and magical force. Academies were being erected on the sites of former noble estates before the ink on the decrees was dry.
Serafall turned her popular network into an espionage machine, gathering critical intelligence on the movements of rival factions. Every external border was under surveillance, anticipating any opportunistic strike against the vulnerable, restructured empire.
The most chilling efficiency, however, lay with the administrative core: Zekram Bael and Grayfia Lucifuge.
Working from the newly established capital, they launched a financial coup. Grayfia's magical prowess was used to trace and freeze every asset of the corrupt clans. Zekram, meanwhile, acted as the final judge.
In the new empire, justice was swift: he held summary trials in confiscated halls, confirming the illegal seizure of funds. Bloodshed was a necessary tool. Zekram executed dozens of high-ranking devils who had embezzled from the public trust, personally ensuring the message was delivered.
The revolution was not quiet. It was a terrifying, violent process of natural selection, forcing every devil to acknowledge that the only currency remaining was power. The brutal, top-down efficiency of the Dukes and the terror of Zekram's purges did not lead to submission; it led to explosive instability. Algernon's meritocratic decree was a call to arms for the ignored and the ambitious, and the Underworld responded with a violent roar.
All those individuals who had been hidden in the shadows, unable to see a future under the old bloodline system, seized the opportunity. Fueled by ambition, old grievances, or simple bloodlust, many rose to challenge the weakened, legitimate clans. The challenges were incessant, turning clan territories into battlegrounds.
The revolutionary fervor even extended to history itself: numerous extinct clans from the 72 Pillars, long relegated to memory, were being rapidly re-established by descendants or powerful unaffiliated devils who now saw a pathway to legitimate power. The entire social fabric was shredded, forcing every devil to fight for their existence. The Underworld was now a violent, living crucible of ambition.
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The tremors of the Underworld's sudden, violent reorganization were felt far beyond the confines of the devil realm. Algernon's move took the whole world by surprise.
In a spacious, well-lit office deep within the heart of Grigory, the territory of the Fallen Angels, Azazel, the Governor General, sat leaning back in his chair. He was engrossed in a thick dossier detailing the collapse of the Satan system and the bloody, meritocratic ascent of the new Emperor.
Across the office, Vali Lucifer sat casually, clad in his usual leather jacket, waiting with an air of detached patience.
Azazel let out a long, low whistle, shaking his head. He looked down at the documents, specifically at the name of the new ruler.
He muttered to himself, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed, the sound booming through the quiet room. "This is one crazy boy!" he exclaimed, looking at Algernon's name highlighted in the report.
His laughter died down, but a serious, analytical look replaced it. "Crazy, but dangerous," Azazel corrected himself, rubbing his chin. "To destroy the system and establish a pure meritocracy in a single night... He's forcing everyone to play his game now."
Azazel was so absorbed in the monumental implications of the decree that he failed to notice the subtle curve on Vali's face—a private, knowing smirk that lasted only a fraction of a second.
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Far above, in the hallowed domains of Heaven, the Archangel Michael sat at the Great Table, illuminated by the perpetual, serene light of the holy realm. The air was calm, but his face—usually serene—was clouded with deep concern. Before him floated a single, encrypted report detailing the dimensional upheaval in the Underworld.
Unlike Azazel, Michael showed no amusement. He focused on the immediate, immense threat to world stability. He had heard of Algernon's move in war against khaos brigade—a terrifying synthesis of destructive and spatial power.
"Unprecedented," Michael murmured, his voice gentle but heavy with the responsibility of creation. He looked across the table at the other seated Archangels. "The Four Satans were deposed and submitted in hours. The Old Council is annihilated. This man, Algernon Azeroth, has just sat on the throne we can't even imagine what will happen in the future."
Michael ran a thoughtful finger over the scroll. His greatest concern was the chaos. The bloodbath resulting from the meritocratic decree was already registering on large scales.
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While events like this were happening simultaneously all over the world.
Algernon opened his eyes in the vast, kaleidoscopic expanse of the Training Space. The effort of the decades he had spent solidifying his five mana cores and engraving the Laws of Holy and Thunder was done. He felt an absolute, internal clarity; the potential he had acquired was now honed into lethal precision. The dimensional energy surrounding him ceased to be a chaotic blur and instead resolved into understandable, usable structures.
He took a slow, deep breath, confirming the stability of his being.
With a mental command, Algernon called upon his system panel.
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Status:
Algernon Azeroth
Age: ???
Race: Demon
Magic Core: Demonic, Destruction, Space, Holy, Thunder
Life Span: Infinite (Chosen as a Supreme Host)
Class: Tier 3 *refer to auxiliary chapter [power levels] *
Titles: King, Harbinger of Destruction, Master of Space
Evil Pieces: Fully Mutated (Crimson Black)
Peerage:
Kuroka Azeroth (Tier 2 low) [1 bishop]
Vali Lucifer (Tier 1 peak) (Tier 2 low - with Divine dividing) [4 Pawn]
Issei Hyoudou (Tier 1 peak) (Tier 2 low - with Boosted Gear) [4 Pawn]
Grayfia Luficage (Tier 2 mid) [Queen]
Current World: Draconic Deus (DxD)
Skills:
Demonic\Magic PowerManipulation: Physical enhancement, energy manipulation.
Dimensional Awareness: Latent ability (unawakened)
Demonic Law(0.6%)
Destruction Law(0.9%)
Space Law(1%)
Holy Law(0.3%)
Thunder Law(0.5%)
Talents:
Dimensional Jump: Talent to leap between dimensions (locked)
Gate Creation: Talent to create dimensional gateways (locked)
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Algernon mentally processed the data. With his Space Law at 1.0%, he was at an unprecedented level—on par with the likes of Ddraig and Albion in their prime. Given the four additional Laws he possessed, he realized he could now crush the combined might of the two Heavenly Dragons, even at their peak.
However, the report highlighted a critical issue: although the other Laws had progressed steadily, the Holy Law was encountering significant hinderance despite the years of dedicated practice.
The system removed the resistance between holy and demonic attributes, Algernon mused, tapping into the cold logic of his intellect. But there is a deeper, inherent spiritual aversion. The very essence of my being is Demonic. Even if the system allows the power to flow, the spirit itself resists the comprehension required for true mastery.
The solution required more than just time; it required a fundamental shift in perception or a catalyst to bridge the deep spiritual divide.
Algernon dismissed the system panel. There was no point dwelling on it further for now. He turned his attention to Excidio, which he had stabilized. The deep black blade now felt less like an external tool and more like an extension of his own Law, his multi-hued aura faintly visible across its surface. He retracted the sword to his soul, its presence a comforting anchor.
He issued the exit command and was instantly pulled from the colored expanse of the Training Space.
The transition was jarring. He instantly sensed the elapsed time: three days had passed in the real world. Algernon realized the system hadn't stopped external time; it had placed him in a dimension where time flowed infinitely slower before his stay was too much less to notice the difference.
A cold, calculating interest sparked in his mind. Perhaps this is the key, he mused. A dedicated, stable environment to finally understand the fundamental structure of the Law of Time. That, however, would have to wait.
Algernon quickly attended to himself, washing away the years of accumulated training dust. He donned his usual spiked black armor, the crimson power of his core lending the metal a vibrant, dangerous sheen.
Stepping out of his private quarters, he entered the main corridors of Athelgrad Castle. The fortress was unrecognizable. It was no longer a cold, empty military structure; it was the vibrant, bustling center of activity for the entire demon race. Devils in various formal robes and administrative attire hurried along the marble corridors, transporting documents, managing teleportation gates, and executing the myriad of tasks required by the new empire.
The moment Algernon appeared, the overwhelming bustle ceased.
A wave of absolute silence preceded him down the corridor. Every individual, from the highest-ranking temporary minister to the lowest servant, instantly froze, recognized the power, and without hesitation, made way in the middle. They then dropped to one knee, lowering their heads in a universal sign of submission.
Algernon walked down the improvised central path, his pace constant and unhurried.
He was halfway down the corridor when the system, internal and objective, chimed with a new objective.
A holographic panel flashed in his mind's eye
[Main Quest Updated]
[Objective: Destroy or conquer the other two biblical factions: Angels and Fallen Angels.]
(A/N: Tell me what you think Destroy or conqueror)
Algernon's stride did not falter, but the destination in his mind instantly shifted. He calmly dismissed the panel, allowing the data to vanish as quickly as it appeared.
He bypassed the main throne room, turning sharply toward the military strategy wing. Without stopping, and deliberately speaking loudly enough for every kneeling courtier, guard, and minister to overhear, he issued his command:
"I need Grayfia, Zekram, and all the Dukes in the Meeting Room immediately," Algernon commanded, his voice cutting through the silence of the hall
He did not care whether anyone heard the order and kept moving.
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Algernon arrived at the military strategy wing. He entered the dedicated Meeting Room—a large, circular chamber designed for efficiency and magical projection—and sat down heavily in the main seat at the head of the polished obsidian table.
The silence of the room provided a stark contrast to the corridor. Algernon leaned back, the immediate focus on logistics giving way to a cold assessment of his new objective.
Two major factions, united by their origin. This will be a war of ideology as much as power.
His thoughts then drifted to the ultimate question. The system had been meticulous with the rewards for the devil conquest, but for this massive undertaking:
The system didn't even specify the rewards, I will need to wait for it to be finished before knowing that.
(END OF CHAPTER)
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